Poems About Wind Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about wind seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2023 5:59am
3rd Jun 2023 5:59am
Hue Ado
Oh dare to give your full attention
To the rise of The Strawberry moon!
Who deserves an honorable mention
For leaving romantics aswoon!
All year long there's no superior blend
Of pale pink and twilight's rosy hue
Presaging the vernal season's end
In a glorious ambiance ado...
That goes on and on, for not long enough,
To tease out winter's final dregs of cold,
When Zephyrs yoke to a Boreal puff
To blow fair kisses off to summer's gold,
Celebrating the thermometer's climb...
As surely as almanacs keeping time!
To the rise of The Strawberry moon!
Who deserves an honorable mention
For leaving romantics aswoon!
All year long there's no superior blend
Of pale pink and twilight's rosy hue
Presaging the vernal season's end
In a glorious ambiance ado...
That goes on and on, for not long enough,
To tease out winter's final dregs of cold,
When Zephyrs yoke to a Boreal puff
To blow fair kisses off to summer's gold,
Celebrating the thermometer's climb...
As surely as almanacs keeping time!
#moon
#sky
#wind
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cabcool
Poem Published
26th May 2023 8:41pm
26th May 2023 8:41pm
aeolian wind—a poet’s reflection
True courage is like a kite; a contrary wind
raises it higher.—Jean Antoine Petit-Senn
there must be something to be said for the wind
breathing e’er so gently on my face,
then swiftly is gone, while my feet here are pinned,
my arms open wide for her embrace.
is it not a song that i hear on the wind?
well its lyric lines assume their place,
that they may amend human frailties of mind—
melodies nuanced with so much grace!
when cavernous rocks catch the swell of the wind,
there is an orchestra in the race ...
raises it higher.—Jean Antoine Petit-Senn
there must be something to be said for the wind
breathing e’er so gently on my face,
then swiftly is gone, while my feet here are pinned,
my arms open wide for her embrace.
is it not a song that i hear on the wind?
well its lyric lines assume their place,
that they may amend human frailties of mind—
melodies nuanced with so much grace!
when cavernous rocks catch the swell of the wind,
there is an orchestra in the race ...
#dreams
#wind
#silence
#nature
#meditation
157 reads
3 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
15th May 2023 1:26pm
15th May 2023 1:26pm
The Sound of the Wind
Your shadow
(immune to wind)
pass by me
and remains unharmed
in slow step.
Your quiet shadow
(no colors)
revolves
on the stones
of this floor!
Your shadow
(deep gray)
is the flag
from an unknown country
fluttering in the wind!
I scream
(mouth wide open)
at the top of the ravine
your most intimate name
and the wind
does not recognize
the sound of my voice.
I run
(with eyes closed)
the labyrinth
of your overwrought thoughts
by objects of...
(immune to wind)
pass by me
and remains unharmed
in slow step.
Your quiet shadow
(no colors)
revolves
on the stones
of this floor!
Your shadow
(deep gray)
is the flag
from an unknown country
fluttering in the wind!
I scream
(mouth wide open)
at the top of the ravine
your most intimate name
and the wind
does not recognize
the sound of my voice.
I run
(with eyes closed)
the labyrinth
of your overwrought thoughts
by objects of...
#rain
#wind
#spiritual
#travel
#pagan
119 reads
5 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2023 10:25pm
22nd Apr 2023 10:25pm
Planting Day
plan for today:
plant corn beans squash
eggplant tomatoes cucumbers
what i actually did:
repaired the gate
javalina broke into the garden
(they left hoof prints as evidence)
replanted onions
they dug up but didn’t eat
replaced soil
they kicked out of the raised beds
re-staked uprooted
peach sapling
picked up pieces of
broken flowerpot
same culprits?
-could have been a jackrabbit
(no hoof prints on the patio)
picked up wicker chairs ...
plant corn beans squash
eggplant tomatoes cucumbers
what i actually did:
repaired the gate
javalina broke into the garden
(they left hoof prints as evidence)
replanted onions
they dug up but didn’t eat
replaced soil
they kicked out of the raised beds
re-staked uprooted
peach sapling
picked up pieces of
broken flowerpot
same culprits?
-could have been a jackrabbit
(no hoof prints on the patio)
picked up wicker chairs ...
#LifeStruggles
#animals
#wind #nature
#wind #nature
129 reads
3 Comments
captainhuckleberry
Hannah.
Hannah.
Poem Published
15th Apr 2023 5:14pm
15th Apr 2023 5:14pm
A Reiteration of the Forgotten
The old grandfather clock strikes its last chime
A gust of wind follows the curve of the hill down to the mooring dock
Ruffles the feathers of the silver swan sleeping in the reeds
Sit, legs crossed, on the entryway rug
Waiting silently for the door to open, to bang against the broken stopper
A deep gash in the scuffed wooden floors distorts the moonlight seeping down from the clouds
The wind in the aspens howls and groans
It creaks the window panes and strips the paint from the outdoor porch swing
Heaven forbid this is the last time ...
A gust of wind follows the curve of the hill down to the mooring dock
Ruffles the feathers of the silver swan sleeping in the reeds
Sit, legs crossed, on the entryway rug
Waiting silently for the door to open, to bang against the broken stopper
A deep gash in the scuffed wooden floors distorts the moonlight seeping down from the clouds
The wind in the aspens howls and groans
It creaks the window panes and strips the paint from the outdoor porch swing
Heaven forbid this is the last time ...
#grief
#loneliness
#night
#wind
#emptiness
120 reads
2 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
6th Apr 2023 5:18pm
6th Apr 2023 5:18pm
It's All Relative
It's early April and
a young woman just walked past my garden gate
wearing a pair of jeans with a bikini top.
As a pedant with a weather station,
I checked the outdoor temperature:
at 14 degrees C,
it objectively isn't bikini weather
but this got me thinking
about how many of our perceptions of the world
are Relative.
Like, maybe she feels it is hot
compared to the still-chilly nights
and the snow day we had last month.
Like, how lukewarm water feels hot
upon frozen fingers.
Like, how the days feel so long now ...
a young woman just walked past my garden gate
wearing a pair of jeans with a bikini top.
As a pedant with a weather station,
I checked the outdoor temperature:
at 14 degrees C,
it objectively isn't bikini weather
but this got me thinking
about how many of our perceptions of the world
are Relative.
Like, maybe she feels it is hot
compared to the still-chilly nights
and the snow day we had last month.
Like, how lukewarm water feels hot
upon frozen fingers.
Like, how the days feel so long now ...
#wind
#nature
#philosophical #NaPoWriMo2023
#philosophical #NaPoWriMo2023
95 reads
1 Comment
shannonJane
Poem Published
10th Mar 2023 10:04pm
10th Mar 2023 10:04pm
Paint me
Take me to the fair ground and love me there
Spin me until there is no air and only magnetic freedom everywhere
Paint flowers on my face , dance with me in the rain
Run barefoot on the road with me , fly away with me
Love me at the fair ground , make candy floss our tea
Hide me in your den and let me count to ten
Let me whisper dreams at the stars and forever hold my breathe
Let me be here with you
Hiding in the wind
Spin me until there is no air and only magnetic freedom everywhere
Paint flowers on my face , dance with me in the rain
Run barefoot on the road with me , fly away with me
Love me at the fair ground , make candy floss our tea
Hide me in your den and let me count to ten
Let me whisper dreams at the stars and forever hold my breathe
Let me be here with you
Hiding in the wind
#wind
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0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2023 3:15pm
2nd Mar 2023 3:15pm
eleMENTAL conFINEMENT
After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave." 1 Kings 19:11-13 (NIV)
1
first i prayed for the wind
that the wind might bear me away
far away from the grind
of the night that hastens the day
2
then for water i prayed
that the floods might drown all my cares
but the water betrayed
all my...
1
first i prayed for the wind
that the wind might bear me away
far away from the grind
of the night that hastens the day
2
then for water i prayed
that the floods might drown all my cares
but the water betrayed
all my...
#earth
#fire
#water
#wind
#nature
97 reads
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a_piscean_dream
Tierra
Tierra
Poem Published
21st Jan 2023 4:06am
21st Jan 2023 4:06am
Wind Wave
Inspire, expire
Heartbeats, instrumental
The bases of my lungs comprise the floor of this ocean
Air bubbling up to the surface
Whispers of breath
Rising then crashing, fervent
Ribs swell, increasing pressure
Healthy boundaries
Push me with encouragement
Nothing lesser
Heartbeats, instrumental
The bases of my lungs comprise the floor of this ocean
Air bubbling up to the surface
Whispers of breath
Rising then crashing, fervent
Ribs swell, increasing pressure
Healthy boundaries
Push me with encouragement
Nothing lesser
#hope
#water
#wind #PersonalGrowth
#wind #PersonalGrowth
186 reads
2 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
13th Jan 2023 10:00pm
13th Jan 2023 10:00pm
Cold air
After a dry day,
spent with a diurnal species,
when the thymes and the rosemarys
are rested from rain,
in came a wind,
an atmospheric motion,
the magnitude of which
was neither steady
nor hazardous.
I listened to the silence of birds,
telling each other secrets
about the uprisings of worms
between eaves,
a break
from that ceaseless squabbling
seen in the earlier morning.
Smoked in the belly of a light,
waning Moon
and by morning
all was calm again,
the uncertain, weary storm...
spent with a diurnal species,
when the thymes and the rosemarys
are rested from rain,
in came a wind,
an atmospheric motion,
the magnitude of which
was neither steady
nor hazardous.
I listened to the silence of birds,
telling each other secrets
about the uprisings of worms
between eaves,
a break
from that ceaseless squabbling
seen in the earlier morning.
Smoked in the belly of a light,
waning Moon
and by morning
all was calm again,
the uncertain, weary storm...
#night
#wind
#dawn
179 reads
2 Comments
Abracadabra
Poem Published
13th Jan 2023 8:29pm
13th Jan 2023 8:29pm
Ashore & Adrift
Maybe I'm a square peg
in a round hole
who never could settle on dry land
I should have been born
in a bygone age
when you could sail
around the world
for a dollar a day
A time when old Neptune
knew his place
the trade winds followed the rules
and no out of season
hurricanes
ever shook up the bay
They tell me it is what it is
whatever the hell that means
but I still like salt in my tea
in a round hole
who never could settle on dry land
I should have been born
in a bygone age
when you could sail
around the world
for a dollar a day
A time when old Neptune
knew his place
the trade winds followed the rules
and no out of season
hurricanes
ever shook up the bay
They tell me it is what it is
whatever the hell that means
but I still like salt in my tea
#sea
#rain
#wind
112 reads
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PAR
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2022 12:22pm
23rd Dec 2022 12:22pm
One should never doubt my interest...
He leaned against the door
and his sweat looked me in the eyes...
Outside, the flowers burst
in the taste of the wind.
After the green night
there was a smell on the skin
that doesn't come out of the eyes
and sours the tears
of the moon drained from the sky.
Moon sprawled across the skin of the lake.
After the red night,
the open mouth absorbs clouds,
tree branches and boyfriends.
The yellow night
still vomited murmurs
while we fell asleep.
Then,
horizons were heard in the lost...
and his sweat looked me in the eyes...
Outside, the flowers burst
in the taste of the wind.
After the green night
there was a smell on the skin
that doesn't come out of the eyes
and sours the tears
of the moon drained from the sky.
Moon sprawled across the skin of the lake.
After the red night,
the open mouth absorbs clouds,
tree branches and boyfriends.
The yellow night
still vomited murmurs
while we fell asleep.
Then,
horizons were heard in the lost...
#love
#night
#wind
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