Best Blowing Poems
Blowing Blissfully In Immense Wheat Fields Of Fertile Minds
Upon the soft winds and the unenduring pallid breeze
with its ragged, hot breath a flaming torch of frozen tease
she that keeps her knives ready to cut in so very deep
and poisons the pleasurable hours that tender heart sleeps
her beauty its mirage displays a glitterings of gold
and her spoken words cried by spirit far too damn bold
she that has the magnificent beauty of a siren's face
stole ravenous beating heart, without any to replace
as I drown in deep waters polluted by her foul breath
I feel the lying whisper of a very painful death
as pale sky and bold seas both cast their powers far adrift
and in glory oft Heaven sent, dear blessings that uplift.
Blowing blissfully in immense wheat fields of fertile minds.
Are visions from word magicians, immeasurably stone blind!
Robert J. Lindley, dark sonnet
March 25th, 1973
Wisps of recollections waft through my mind
like spores on soft white memories’ threads -
vague remnants of May's sun-gold heads.
I glimpse but cannot hold them.
How foolish the girl who
sent them blowing in
the wind - wishing
her springtime
soon would
end!
8/24/17
Blowing a kiss to you as
dissipation
gently overtakes
the rain, leaving
the inner works
of thunderstorms.
Inhaling and Exhaling
Intimacy from
Mother Earth.
Among the palm of ones
hand, the diminutive,
pulchritudinous,
and intellectual
Sunflower
waltzes dauntlessly
about the daystar.
A sight,
hence enthralling,
stimulates and
formulates a
meticulous remembrance,
as one blows a kiss to you.
Dedicated to Doreen Wright
We’d gather on the old wooden porch
gramps would sit in his rocking chair
with wisps of smoke rising from his cigar
I’d snuggle up to gran
on the faded old swing seat
We’d sip lemon tea
and chat late into the night
catching up on the news since I’d last visited
I always loved to hear
the music of the wind chimes tinkling
as they danced on the warm summer breeze
My grandparents passed many years ago
but I can still hear that same music
as the wind chimes now swing on my porch
I hold in my heart
precious memories of times past
Wind chimes Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
FICTION POEM FOR CONTEST
8/28/18
The old rusty gate CREAKS open,
I hear the blowing wind WHOOSH and HOWL,
blazing autumn leaves waltz MURMURING
stories from a forgotten past,
The lonely owl HOOTS, SHRIEKS TU-WHIT TU-WHOO,
rain falls DRIP-drop…PITTER-PATTER
A door shuts BANG somewhere
making me SHUDDER!
The desolate staircase is dusty and empty -
lamenting for footsteps of CHATTERING, GIGGLING
children playing hide-and-seek,
dry leaves CRUMBLE under my feet in the orchard
which once smelt ambrosial!
The place WHISPERS an exuberant childhood…
my heart FLUTTERS to recollect
the HUMMING music of the quaint hamlet…
bees BUZZING around the colourful flowers,
butterflies flirting with roses and dahlias,
birds CHIRPING melodious tunes which
serenade to far-away RIPPLING streams.
The swing has stopped, birdsongs are gone!
The rusty gate SQUEAKS open..
July 3, 2021
"Onomatopoeia" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
23 Onomatopoeia words (In Bold) have been used.
22 Lines
THIRD PLACE
I just blew a kiss on a cool summer breeze
Comming from Wisconsin, it's going to taste like cheese
It's for a dear friend who lives quite far away
So I'm hoping she will recieve it, within the next day
I also hope she doesn't mind the flavor of this kiss
But if she loves cheese like me, the taste will be bliss
Floating through the air past all the factories of cheese
The dreamy taste of this kiss, will be sure to please
Though I must warn her not to eat with that blissful kiss on her lips
For all food will taste delightful, which may add a little weight to her hips
8-8-12
To:Vie
There once was a fellow named Carter
Who ate refried beans as his starter
He’d blow off his horn
From dusk until dawn
and was a persistent loud farter
24th November 2014
As if there were a dandelion here inside my hand,
I am blowing kisses here in Poets’ land.
Imagine fluff of dandelions; when you softly blow,
all the tiny seeds disperse; scattering, they flow.
Through the air and everywhere, they waft to every friend.
Particles of happiness everyday I send.
They’re filled with poetry delight, joy and best wishes,
and you've now been sent one of my dandelion kisses.
(A kiss for everyone at Soup!)
Yes, I know fetid air has been filtering in
Everyone around chokes on the stench,
sour gin disguised as sweet words
from the mouth of the depraved, loving sin
one can never smother foul barnyard scents
It would take a thousand fragrant candles
to burn the donkey's ass
and get rid of the offensive odor and smelly gas
I sincerely wish this community
could become a site with more class
Will the rancid winds change direction
so the fumes of cow dung
stink up another pasture?
Something needs a serious correction
so, the sweet scent of roses once more
permeates the garden of poetry
poets dancing in harmony galore
There once was a Scotsman from Perth
who loved red haired women with girth
his head he would place
in breastly embrace
and blow bubbles for all he was worth!
*for Jamie
Deep in the harbor it's rowing our boat,
does it have the map to where we float?
Far in the woodland it's singing our song,
why didn't it follow us, to come along?
Up by the farm it's buzzing the cornfields,
hope it knows not to blow away the yields.
In open land, it's spinning the windmills,
people on the hill are happy with its skills.
What just caused the sun to blush,
and why did he wave goodbye in a rush?
Is it about the kiss, that the wind blew apart,
instead of landing directly in your heart?
Or about butterflies humming with pollen,
playing cupid to pollinate buds swollen?
Why did the twilight fade so soon,
is it time already to welcome the moon?
Did wind shrill about our romantic dance?
I saw the moon winking in a glance.
Is there a message hidden in their wings?
I hope to find out with a beautiful ring.
August 22, 2017
Placed 4th:Blowing in the Wind contest by Nicola Byrne
HM: Your choice (9) contest by Brian Strand
Warm sunshine touches my face, and I begin to blow bubbles
I wonder and wait to see how big or small you'll be,
Iridescent and beautifully floating carefree through the air.
I wish it was me instead of you.
Giggles escape as the school girl I used to be emerges.
I blow more bubbles as I dance and twirl about,
Around me the country fields of hope spring up
As the bubbles beautifully float carefree about me.
I sit by my window and wonder how you are...
Land and water keeps us afar...
The power of a kiss can travel for free...
No tickets needed or a boarding pass you see...
I just blow a kiss in the air and in minutes it finds you...
The warmth will be felt from a love that is true...
Dedicated to my dear friend Wilma Neels
example for my new contest..
My alegence is pledged to one who blows in the wind We are blessed to be in the Republic for which it stands
One nation, under God always, as our flag blows in the wind I have this treasured piece, folded and neatly tucked away
I must keep it secure, assuring that it never goes astray Since I have owned it, never has it seen the light of day
Perhaps someday, I shall set it free to blow in the wind I'd love to see it flap its wings, but I don't know when
This prized possession of mine has thirteen stripes Seven stripes are clothed in the hardiness of red
Six of the stripes are beautifully arrayed in purity white I must secure a flag pole and watch it blow in the wind
I am the grateful and the proud holder of my 48 state flag May God wrap us all in the blue color of vigilance, perseverance, and justice.
08192017FBTGPSContest, Blowing In The Wind, Nicola Byrne, 4P
A whispering wind on an autumn day
Calls to the leaves to come out and play
Like birds of a feather they release from the trees
Taking flight in the sky so free
A cold wind blows on a winter day
And calls for the snow to come out and play
They swirl and they twirl and pirouette
With a beauty that's hard to forget
A warm wind blows on a summer day
And calls for butterflies to come out and play
They flutter and float and dance in the breeze
And alight on flowers with nectar to please
A cool wind blows on a day in spring
As questions of love on the blooms are pinned
Forget-me-not wishes, what will they bring?
'The answer is blowing in the wind'
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8/21/17