Best Northwesterly Poems

stripped naked shivering
raped by northwesterly wind
stiff bare limbs vibrate

leaves once ablaze rest 'pon roots
nourishment for spring's rebirth    ...

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Roosters crow at the break of day
Inviting the sun to come up
And reveal a partly cloudy sky
While the poet shivers as she stays
Out on the...

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Icy northwesterly winds whip
Like a buggy whip cracks,
Hurrying the horses along
Dragging winter on its back.

Green leaves battered to the brown earth
Instant early death befalls.
Tender young...

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Somber gray clouds float

Northwesterly with speed

Limbs dance, shiver, rest


Her birth like this winter day

Poverty, dysfunction reigned


No ordinary

Angels just humans on earth

Adopt this small child


Sunlight floods...

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Smiling In The Dawn
Haiku - Tanka
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tis natures rhythm
heart beating in seasons
climate change cofounds
robins singing out of tune
winter sun confusing all

winter retreating
sunny spring has arrived
natures telling...

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I 
Thought there
Were golden
Leaves upon the
Ground beneath my gold
Ginkgo, alas~~ only
Yellow frost bitten grass lies
Left wet from yesterday's winter
Rain, as the almost bare limbs shiver
In...

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Going home 
across the Shard bridge
spanning a rattle-snaked river 
that bites into the Irish sea
cold-bloodedly pumping
into Fleetwood's gaping fish-mouth. 

Here birthmarks 
are branded with icons
like...

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The poverty of self- loathing 

The of the cloak of poetry I once wore
does not protect me against my insecurity
the fear of being destitute.
Nowhere to...

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Cerulean above

Fan brushed with fossil, ash, silver and cloud

Zephyr's northwesterly cold

Hemlock seeds and broom sage tassels fly 

November surprises ...

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Orchard Smudging
Written: by Miracle Man
3/28/2024

When, heavy frost was forecast,
for all the area and reaches.
Orchards would burn smudge pots,
trying to save their peaches.

A northwesterly wind whispers,
through...

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