Best Santa Ana Poems
Below are the all-time best Santa Ana poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of santa ana poems written by PoetrySoup members
Santa Ana WindWithin ageless canyons we hold our breath.
Ash clouds engulf us, survival or death?
Santana stampedes, pariah unchained.
‘Tis Dante’s hellhound of Hades renamed!
Chased from our homes...
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Categories:
santa ana, earth, environment, fate, fire,
Form:
Sonnet
The Santa Ana WindUnbestown upon
me, you
start
blowing in my
soul ahead
of your arrival
In your wake, still
air becomes
glowy
and unstable while the sky
suddenly turns lilac
and bloody, avenging
my usually...
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Categories:
santa ana, allegory, love, nature, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
In NovemberIn November I write of winter
for I am weary of the old year and tired bones
I visualize all hardships blanketed with fresh snowfall
geese...
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Categories:
santa ana, november, poetry, seasons, writing,
Form:
Free verse
A Resplendence of SunflowersAs brief as summer you swept
across my heart's desert
like a Santa Ana wind's hot caress.
Now the eastern passes
are still as virgin rocks
unto a land whispering...
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Categories:
santa ana, love, romance, seasons, summer,
Form:
Imagism
Indian SummerA glass half-full of August pours its gold
on autumn's copper turning it to bronze.
The brittle Santa Ana gusts unfold
to rattle omens hidden in the fronds
that...
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Categories:
santa ana, autumn, imagery, metaphor, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
A Windfall of BirdsGive me a void
filled with the absence
of human voices.
Let there be a windfall of birds
and the chime of water
for sound.
Insert the idle...
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Categories:
santa ana, fantasy, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Hot AirHot Air
The name of that wind is Satana
It’s hot and it’s dusty and dry,
Don’t call the wind Santa Ana
In error, for that is a lie.
Saint...
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Categories:
santa ana, education, environment, history, humorous,
Form:
Ballade
Alpine WindIt's too hot and humid for September!
Even dust specks descending in the room's sunlight
are beads of sweat running down my sides.
I bring pencil, crossword and...
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Categories:
santa ana, humor, longing, weather,
Form:
Imagism
Never AloneI see my Lords face in the scattered leaves of autumn
Hear His voice in the rustle as they move with the afternoon breeze
I feel His...
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Categories:
santa ana, blessing, christian, faith, inspiration,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I Am From MeI am from
I am from my mom’s jean jacket with leather lining, from levi’s and converse.
I am from the cracked blue painted walls and...
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Categories:
santa ana, family, love,
Form:
Free verse
TempestuousSeething skies like bloodshot eyes,
wailing gales assailing through canyon ~
weeping fits, ember storm cries
bristling tears with random abandon.
East to west, unwanted guests,
downsloping dire breeds...
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Categories:
santa ana, fire, nature, wind,
Form:
Rhyme
Fire and Smoke! Smoke and Fire!Fire and Smoke. Smoke and fire.
Santa Ana Winds like a funeral pier.
Delivering embers. Turning homes to ash.
Peoples lives burned off the map.
Where to...
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Categories:
santa ana, natural disasters,
Form:
Verse
Pro Patria MoriPro Patria Mori
Missouri volunteers bit bullets, watched
as Santa Ana's baggage washed
their brazen hair, hip deep
in the Rio Grande.
The ancient river moved across the land
Like slow...
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Categories:
santa ana, america, military, patriotic, soldier,
Form:
Verse
Copping An Attitude
Uniform bravery blue
checked out
before the stroke of midnight
Just as my black butt inadvertently ran into
a bullet fired by
the nervous trigger finger of officer Fife
But...
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Categories:
santa ana, anger, discrimination, prejudice, society,
Form:
Burlesque
WormwoodPalm fronds clatter
in a Santa Ana wind
and I am bitter as quinine.
Leaves furl
as the dead hands of summer
and I am bitter as wormwood.
The sun...
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Categories:
santa ana, anger, break up,
Form:
Free verse