Angry wind
you force leaves to soar aflutter
Ripped from tree and ground
reds and golds dance 'round and 'round
then hurry off to yonder
Your gusts force doors ajar
to places that I've known
places that caress my memory
yet, re-enforce my loneliness
reminding me of a love
nevermore to be
In anger you attack ferociously
sending branches crashing to the ground
emitting the most alarming sounds
Some trees you whip "to and fro"
while others you bend down low
There they remain shivering
awaiting your permission to rise once more
Angry wind
what eerie tunes you play
feeding me this feast of fright
Why sing your somber songs to me?
Your sounds are most unkind tonight
Are they warnings of fatality?
Be silent my tormented wind
and cease your restlessness
Come dismiss my mounting fears
and ease my sadness
What a powerful force you are
Yet, at times you're such a gentle friend
Sing no more sad songs, angry groans nor laments
Come whisper in my ear, a chant!
Play for me an exciting rhapsody
for you and I are destined companions
throughout eternity
This poem has passion. Your poetry is very similar to mine and I like it. My book, "Acorns of Love and Wisdom," has about 100 poems in it and the subjects are varied similar to yours.
my dear friend, if i understood the poem well, you excatly painted the persona of mankind which one time goes rages on so bitterly and becomes friendly the other time. Even if you did not intend it that way, thi is a profound poem. thanks for sharing
abdinoor
No, my dear Becca! I'm not, nor ever have been abused! Far from it! Perhaps I'm just intensely attuned to nature. I love to express the wonder I find in so many ordinary things. You may want to read an earlier poem of mine entitled, "My Lover The Wind" in which I express an entirely different view of the wind. Thank you for caring.
I do not know if others are afraid to say it but I will say it,
I hope you are not being abused as you write of the Angry wind.
That was my first thought as I read your poem.
Maybe I take things TOO LITERALLY but I am concerned about you now.
I will try and work more on seeing the overall picture of things.
Love,Becca
the wind is an awesome force and your poem flows with its motion ...
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on April 24, 2004
Tree fellers call the crashing branch's widow makers, fab write..
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on April 24, 2004
Oh Gwen you captured it in a small glass bottle and i did watch it swirl.
"In anger you attack ferociously
sending branches crashing to the ground
emitting the most alarming sounds
Some trees you whip "to and fro"
while others you bend down low
There they remain shivering
awaiting your permission to rise once more "
Excellent and yes the last stanza was outstanding.
Hearts of Gold
Synopsis
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Frank P. Whyte
Portland, Oregon is known as the City of Roses. Of course that’s an odd name for a city whose mere mention conjures images of driving winds and torrential ra
Major League ballplayer Justin Moore is kidnapped from his own ballpark and transported to a foreign land. It might take high-level international negotiations to free him. Or maybe he will take matters into his own hands.
This poem has passion. Your poetry is very similar to mine and I like it. My book, "Acorns of Love and Wisdom," has about 100 poems in it and the subjects are varied similar to yours.
Good job of using words to paint a picture
Steve
Reindeer
abdinoor
I hope you are not being abused as you write of the Angry wind.
That was my first thought as I read your poem.
Maybe I take things TOO LITERALLY but I am concerned about you now.
I will try and work more on seeing the overall picture of things.
Love,Becca
a write full of power and multi-layered emotion--fantastic!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
that has so many moods and won't be ignored
excellent piece!!
beautifully expressed!
"In anger you attack ferociously
sending branches crashing to the ground
emitting the most alarming sounds
Some trees you whip "to and fro"
while others you bend down low
There they remain shivering
awaiting your permission to rise once more "
Excellent and yes the last stanza was outstanding.
lady Peg