Best Blow Poems


Blow Sweet Breeze

With the turning of the green
the fevered hues engulf my soul
rich radiant reds glistening in the sun
as my heart gleams with memories
of the solemn words that fall from
your angelic lips.
The ornate orange and dynamic yellows
come to life
like those sparkling flecks dancing
inside your autumn eyes. Oh my heart
my heart, rest my heart.
Breathless the breeze blows a subtle scent
of sweets from the pink flowing Amaryllis.
Blow sweet breeze blow  off into the night
and on your wings I plant my kiss. A loving kiss
filled with the finest fruits of my harvest like the
finest bottle of red served on the terrace overlooking
the Grande Canal in Venice under a moonlit sky.
Blow sweet breeze blow and onto her veranda swirl
swirl gently into her palatial palace and wrap my love
firmly upon her waiting cheek.
© Tim Smith  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member As Cold Winds Blow

As cold winds blow this time of year,
the limbs are bare, the winter’s here;
a frigid frost hangs in the air.
With season’s change we’re well aware
that endless nights will soon appear.

We wrap ourselves to hide the fear
brought on by darkness ever near,
and hibernate within our lair…
          as cold winds blow.

We dream of azure skies so clear;
the summer sun we so revere;
alas, ‘tis gone this weather fair.
We curse the darkness with a swear…
despising winter that we jeer…
          as cold winds blow.


December 2, 2019

Premium Member Bully, Blow Hard and Old Geezer

Bully, the bull dog thought he was tough
He barked until his owner had enough
Bully went to the pound
A disgruntled old hound
He had a name change...now he's called "Scruff"

Blow Hard was a very ugly bullfrog
Sat in a pig sty on a rotten log
Boasted about his size
He was not very wise
Cuz the moron was eaten by a hog

There's an old geezer who has an ego
Told tales of his greatness for all to know
The haughty one cries
His tales were all lies
He's an old phony who has to eat crow

Bully, Blow Hard, and even that old Geezer dude
All three looked at life with eyes that were skewed
Moral of story...
There is no glory
In barking, boasting, or a haughty attitude
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.


I Blow My Kiss

With the wind this eve, I blow my kiss

in perchance it makes your door

It will sit and wait with the olive tree,

the crimson rose, and all that you adore

and in your morn when you appear

it'll land softly 'pon your cheek

there it'll rest til the day is done

surrounded by mystique 

In the midst of night it'll start to speak 

as you begin to doze and dream

of a life so sweet and a love so strong

under stars that shine and gleam
© Tim Smith  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member We Heard a Whistle Blow

The whistles screamed that cold dark night
                                         Winter, 1903  
                            At least fourteen would perish
                                  Way out on the prairie 
 
                             The westbound Sunset Limited, 
                            Eastbound Crescent City Express,
                                Met head on in a collision
                               Lives lost in great distress   

                                 Horror met the rescuers 
                              Two twisted trains in flames
                          Of fourteen known to've perished
                            Of two, were not found names

                               A hundred plus years later,
                           On the date and pre-dawn hour
                         We'd come to the memorial plaque
                             With Teddy bears and flowers
                       
                            Holding our thoughts in silence
                               We walked along the trail
                              Remembering the violence;
                              Their deaths upon that rail

                                   Precisely 2:50 A.M 
                             What was it? We don't know
                                  But in our silent vigil
                                We heard a whistle blow

                          Sounding clear across the night
                         Once long, Three short, Last long
                         But there was nothing in our sight
                               Praying - we moved along

                          Our memorial under silver stars
                           For those perished on the track
                               Ended as we got in cars
                                   With one last look-
                                     a century back

                           We'll never solve the mystery
                              But do we need to know?
                              Commemorating history
                              We heard a whistle blow

Premium Member Strong sleigh

Strong sleigh is needed to carry the peace,
a light candle is burning,
blow it out with a wish.


Premium Member Redbone, a Mighty Blow Given Night That You Died

Redbone, A Mighty Blow Given Night That You Died


He a mighty dog, grandpa just called him Redbone
As big as a hog, he weighed in over six stone. 
Part black bear and part mutt, his growl scared one and all
Hellfire in his gut, Pap would bear hunt him each Fall.

Redbone, a mighty blow given night that you died.
One young lad, went out into the dark woods and cried.

As a pup Redbone was as beauty to behold
Such as never before loved by a six year old.
Soon red coat shining, he became muscle and bone
That is why our Ole Pap came to name him Redbone.

Redbone, a mighty blow given night that you died.
One young lad, went out into the dark woods and cried.

Eight years flew on by and Redbone was loved by all
Eigth season he was slower to come when we call.
Ole Pap call for first morn's hunt and heard not a bark
Redbone only growled showing his teeth like a shark.

Redbone, a mighty blow given night that you died
One young lad, went out into the dark woods and cried.

Ole Pap shot back, last bear hunt tore you up a bit
Then his chew of tobacco, oft front porch he spit.
Redbone just lay there, Ole Pap said, old friend just rest
You have been a fine hunting dog, the very best.

Redbone, a mighty blow given night that you died.
One young lad, went out into the dark woods and cried.

Next night midnight moon rose, we heard a moaning yelp
Our old faithful friend, our Redbone's last call for help.
Ole Pap went out, came back in with sad ashen face
He said, Redbone is gone, friend we can not replace.

Redbone, a mighty blow given night that you died.
One young lad, went out into the dark woods and cried.


R. J. Lindley, 
Rhyme, ( Sad Story about the death of Redbone)

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Total # Syllables: 360
Total # Words: 308

Note-  I wrote this one,  if memory serves me well, either in 1972 or 1973..
Presented today as was written --no edits..
Based upon the sad end of a fine and faithful dog that was truly and deeply loved!!!

Premium Member Cold Winds Blow

Cold
winds blow,
fall ends and
winter begins.
Hibernating bulbs
will softly sleep
until the 
next spring
thaw.

Blow Your Trumpet Gabriel

The trumpet will play
a sweet prelude, to earth's last tired breath
but Gabriel shall not call me
I shall leave long before his dance of death

The distant drums are what I hear playing
across the sea and through the storm
a calm rumbling surrender
like the two kings that went before

If I could just lay down in my killer's blood
then I may see hope for what it is
Revenge sometimes loses out to cowardice
the weak of heart are tricked to feel dismissed

Long ago when we were so green
we wished away the day
not realizing we were the lucky ones
like sand in hands all seeped away

Yet these things all come to an end
even for them who ignore the faintly call
or those who wait around, joining one of many
who fear the first melody of the horn

Then it's too late and dance you shall
to the rhythm of panic and real fright
you've prayed for the first and last time
yet you still succumb to the light

A world sat wrapped in blue, while red takes rest
oh how it once could save you
One card staining black the entire deck
just carry on, try to play through

It means nothing now or when you wish
for the sun to shine like it did before
Burn and press, never rest
confusing the remedy with the cure

Premium Member Guaranteed To Blow Your Mind

Guaranteed to Blow Your Mind

Farrokh Bulsara a.k.a. Freddie Mercury
British singer, songwriter known universally
Confirmed he had AIDS and then died the next day
His music through Queen still rocks us all the way

Came a man from Zanzibar named Farrokh
Whose tastes were both flamboyant and baroque 
For fame he was ready
Changed his name to Freddie
After his death millions still love this bloke

A Heathrow baggage handler prior to fame
Wrote a song about his favorite cat, Delilah by name
In his personal life he was very shy, gentle and kind
His life and times are “guaranteed to blow your mind”
© Mark Toney  Create an image from this poem.

Can I Blow Your Mind

Would you mind if I kissed you
  
I mean really kissed you
  
I mean kissed you where it matters
  
In your heart, spirit, and soul
  
The parts of you that you hide

that you keep secret
  
would you let me inside

and discover what you hide
  
don't be ashame
  
we all have some kind of pain
  
would you mind if I touched you
  
I mean really touched you
  
can I caress you up and down
  
and make your body

mingle and tingle

would you mind if I invaded your dreams

and take captive of your every thought

of course your thoughts of me I would see

I'd change all of your thoughts to positive

all your hopes and dreams would come true

Especially the ones about me and you

would you mind if I sampled your flavor

chocolate my favorite

I can't get enough of it

which should I choose

nuts or whip creme

you know what I mean

would you mind

I don't want to waste your time

I just want to blow your mind

Premium Member Let Your Wind Blow Free

Must explain my reason for grinning
It's not what you might think
Got a cramp down in my nether regions
Maybe too many beans methinks

It's easy for people to think I'm just happy
Coz I am the majority of the time
The look on my face can be very similar
This time it emanates from behind

Think I just need to let a big boomer go
One that could shatter tall buildings
I hesitate to let the damn thing fly
For fear it would loosen people's filling

Guess I'll just have to suffer in silence
Till I reach a McDonald's restroom
If I make it, I hope they build 'em strong
Down with my drawers then kaboom!

The shattered remains can still be seen
They decided to make the site a memorial
Seventeen people have lost their eyesight
Six swore off Big Macs overall

Now I've divulged my reason for grinning
It's not that I'm happy, you see
The real reason is internal combustion
Not allowing my wind to blow free!

© Jack Ellison 2013

The Wind Blow Carried Me Away

The wind blow carried me away
To a valley, where silence dwelt,
In sleeplike calm, I waited the day
Love would also be carried astray. 
 
He will arrange his arrows and bow
Beside the rose tree where I lay
And listening to a melody low
He would replace the sun’s glow.
 
I would wake up but with my lips 
Dried because he declined me a kiss,
Beneath the hill where night sleeps
To a new dawn, hear the star’s gossips:
 
Love rather be bounded by a chain
Than keep wandering freely in vain.

Where Kiss Soft Breezes Blow

She opened her eyes and she stretched in her bed, then she rose up just like a skylark
and  her eyes still glowed softly ,for she had spent dreams just dancing in the dark,
immersed in the beauty of what she had dreamed, she drifted just like an illusion
that somehow had risen  from dreamland with her, in magical dancing confusion,
lace curtained light lit her soft elfin face, then lifted her eyes from the evening gloom
that brought her arising from yesterday’s arms, a cameo Princess alone in her room,
she wove herself onto the loom of the day like a tapestry waiting for rainbows to glow
then she wandered alone through a greenwood lit walk, where kiss soft breezes blow.

She meandered so gently, lost in her song, her whole world seemed just like a stage
her melody soared she felt sorrows depart, then she slowly turned over life’s page,
 as she sighed to the sea, the sea whispered back of everything one day would bring
she thought of a time that was festooned in rhyme painted reasons that held her again 
although all she had known after being alone gave her no thought of happiness yet
she dreamed in the sunrise of beginnings again, and smiled to the dying sunset,
to the transit of Venus she raised up her heart as she felt her dream nearing her door
she had given so much to so many in pain, and yet she still deserved so much more. 

Then under her gazebo she sat by her fish pond and watched all the whirlygigs dance
and her heart skipped a beat as she pondered again upon such an endearing romance,
then she felt a soft kiss blown from so far away touch her cheek and bejewel her eyes
she knew as he neared she’d replace all her fears with  such a deep loving sunrise,
Then she drifted away on a year and a day to that place where lovers often do
she was sure of their love and the good times to come, before their lives were through,
So many moments she’d spent all alone, before all she had wished for came true
But no longer she thought there would be just a me, but now both a me and a you…

Does a Dodo Blow Dodo Doe

How much doe could a dodo blow if a dodo could blow dodo doe?
A dodo would blow as much doe as a dodo could blow dodo doe....

How could you know what a dodo would blow
when no dodos go blow doe though?
Dodos don't know dodo doe
so dodos don't go blow no doe.
How can a dodo go blow doe 
when the dodo don't know dodo doe?

If knowing of the dodo doe 
a dodo might blow all the doe, 
a dodo might not blow it though,
no one knows there's no dodos, 
what's dodo doe? 
We don't know, 
but we know what we know,
and we know we don't know, 
so,
we don't know what dodos blow 
when dodo doe is there to blow,
no one knows what 
dodos blow 
but dodos blow 
what dodos blow 
when dodos blow 
their dodo doe.

The dodos will only blow what they know 
and they don't know of dodo doe, 
so dodos do not blow dodo doe.
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.

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