Best Buffeting Poems

Taking a long ink dip in a desert pond,
rejected drake words
ripple echoes in the wilderness: Tread with care!
Dreadnought thoughts silicate crystalized,
glass menagerie opens to a...

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A storm is brewing inside and out.
Can you hear distant thunder roll?
It mimics the buffeting of his clout,
clouds match the darkness of his soul.

Lightening strikes...

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The mirtangist may never willingly hear
may not want to hear
the multaiyam announcing his cue
nor the melodist aware of the flautist's right
to the change in the...

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I will remain steadfast and strong
Whilst I’m pounded by the raging sea
Maintaining my watch all day and night
I take my duty incredibly seriously

My lamp shines...

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Follow me, Translation of Piere Emmanuel’s Suis-moi by T. Wignesan

Everything begins on a morning like just another but 
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A buffeting  wind

gate grunts on rusty hinges ~

old man snores away....

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Old Roxie is dead. She's gone to her bed
Near the drop-off where leaves are decaying.

Yet she rises again from that terrible fen
In a manner grotesque...

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She smiled and squeezed his hand
As he looked into her eyes
Drawing her close to his side
Ignoring buffeting winds

The proud boat shuddered
But the young lovers hardly...

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Early yesterday morn, 
Just before the coming, darkening storm,
While watching its preceding wind rustle the leaves,
I heard a constant whistling rendered through the eaves.

Whilst it’s...

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when another (anointed as lady lucky) 
 resident renter bequeathed her bed  
prior to that good samaritan deed thyself and spouse 
  ...

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Amidst the roaring  waves I live and stand 
claws bared, waves rise and fall to tear me down;
lashing me with chilling force to disband,
their...

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It was a night so dark, so damp; the fog swirled thick about the lamp,
a night not fit for man or beast, a night on...

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CAUGHT IN A STORM

Two men went out in the middle of the storm, up to the moors, high up and exposed.
Rain beat down flattening the...

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For amid the calls, the paeans to bloody coup-de-tats and revolutions and the, 
Orders on the radio, is a broken static. It follows as three...

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11:08pm on Christmas Eve
The wind howls
And tears over the snow covered landscape
Buffeting the brown stalks
Of dried weeds
Whose heads reach up
Out of the snow
A last gasp...

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