Poems About Wind by Top Critiquers
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Poems about wind by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
When The Small Rivers Overflow
In the deep little valley i live
centered within mountain hills
in winter the rivers flow
the flood brings lethal chill
The winters are no more boon
the summers too; no less heat
seasons frequently do overlap
they can, even in one day meet
An eerie area, an oddity spot
where today's sheep is morrow's wolf
and the morning is sunny and hot
the ev'ning turns cold like tomb
When morning is sweaty and dull
the afternoon is stormy and...
centered within mountain hills
in winter the rivers flow
the flood brings lethal chill
The winters are no more boon
the summers too; no less heat
seasons frequently do overlap
they can, even in one day meet
An eerie area, an oddity spot
where today's sheep is morrow's wolf
and the morning is sunny and hot
the ev'ning turns cold like tomb
When morning is sweaty and dull
the afternoon is stormy and...
#rain
#storm
#wind
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in the presence of a silent room
the rosy cold has
spread its wings everywhere
the soft rays of the sun
have become kidnapped
the misty moon
rises on a naughty night
and the white wave of bliss
slowly starts touching my body
my body trembles
my black hole fills with
bright energy
my eyes become blurry
i get freeze in the
white sheet like a rabbit...
spread its wings everywhere
the soft rays of the sun
have become kidnapped
the misty moon
rises on a naughty night
and the white wave of bliss
slowly starts touching my body
my body trembles
my black hole fills with
bright energy
my eyes become blurry
i get freeze in the
white sheet like a rabbit...
#love
#wind
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cold and wet, but there’s the rub ..
don’t like the wind and the rain
and I scurry into the
taxi
driver says, “where are we going, mate?”
I reply, somewhere
sunny,
but no hurry, and I don’t mean to be funny,
but perhaps on the way
we could stop at a pub ..
and I scurry into the
taxi
driver says, “where are we going, mate?”
I reply, somewhere
sunny,
but no hurry, and I don’t mean to be funny,
but perhaps on the way
we could stop at a pub ..
#rain
#wind
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2 Comments
The arc of the pine— with Thepalestrider
The virulent tempest
In the cruel blade of midday
Now rages forth unyielding
An ovation in grey
The crease of the fescue
The arc of the pine
Bend and break before it
In a most crooked line
Mantled eclipses
With sable designs
Spread shadow like poison
Through trembling vines
Now dusk is no refuge
For the storm still proceeds
With lightning that rends
Both the sky and the trees
The rocks split asunder
Where the fire takes hold
And the world burns...
In the cruel blade of midday
Now rages forth unyielding
An ovation in grey
The crease of the fescue
The arc of the pine
Bend and break before it
In a most crooked line
Mantled eclipses
With sable designs
Spread shadow like poison
Through trembling vines
Now dusk is no refuge
For the storm still proceeds
With lightning that rends
Both the sky and the trees
The rocks split asunder
Where the fire takes hold
And the world burns...
#rain
#storm
#wind
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4 Comments
Your Air Conditioner Broke Down As Well... Right?
Helen
stepped outside
and sat
down to feel the cool
breeze on her naked
skin before she saw
Peter
doing the
same thing.
stepped outside
and sat
down to feel the cool
breeze on her naked
skin before she saw
Peter
doing the
same thing.
#home
#environment
#wind
#fiction
#sensual
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4 Comments
The Abandoned House
I slip away, into fog and greyness, into a sphere of nothingness where there is neither time nor sensation. Next thing, I'm sitting on a damp basement floor with a glowing torchlight close by, feeling sick from all the booze, and everything's spinning round and round.
It's night time, and I'm shivering and I have no idea of where I am or how I got here. The men have all crashed out. I don't remember leaving the promenade with Angus, Bill and Terence, or anything about the walk to this damp basement room. I don't know what the hell's going on, and that's scary. I don't even know...
It's night time, and I'm shivering and I have no idea of where I am or how I got here. The men have all crashed out. I don't remember leaving the promenade with Angus, Bill and Terence, or anything about the walk to this damp basement room. I don't know what the hell's going on, and that's scary. I don't even know...
#wind
#mystery
#risk
425 reads
9 Comments
I stand in awe
Far off
Rumbling at night
Distant clouds
Flashes of light
Embelish their silhouettes
Approaching
Fat swollen raindrops
Begin their descent
Scarce at first
Bur increase with intensity
Loud booms of thunder
Bellow their boisterous bluster
Radiant streaks
Sizzle and crack
All around
I stand in awe at the power
That glistens and is gone
All too soon
Rumbling at night
Distant clouds
Flashes of light
Embelish their silhouettes
Approaching
Fat swollen raindrops
Begin their descent
Scarce at first
Bur increase with intensity
Loud booms of thunder
Bellow their boisterous bluster
Radiant streaks
Sizzle and crack
All around
I stand in awe at the power
That glistens and is gone
All too soon
#rain
#storm
#wind #nature
#wind #nature
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