Best Storm Tossed Poems

"If I could have put you in my heart, 
if but I could have wrapped you in myself,
how glad I should have been.
And now the...

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Gentle breeze come my way
release your secrets held at bay
I'll leave the window open
even just a crack
in hopes your winds
ever slightly blow back
into my never...

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I was an environmental scientist, working with large wind farm developers,
To harness wind and generate electricity, as a plum sun flees, to tell others.

I worked...

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Rainbow days and starry nights,
Snow-capped mountains and eagles' flight.
Crashing waves from storm-tossed seas,
Refreshing rain and a gentle breeze.

Delicate flowers and trees so tall,
Red, orange and...

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I hold dear, this world ,eager with its  changing seasons,
its sunrises, reliable as a conveyor belt.

I cherish its fields made pretty with
cornflowers, bluer than...

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When you came to me...

Not that you wanted me.  Oh, no!  It was I who wanted you,
Your comfort... your caring... your
... compassion, your...

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Walking my tiger home, I now feel
happy to be alive.
Out in the sun, I’m a charmed one -
someone who learned to survive!

It wasn’t easy when...

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monsoon yet to come
bay of Bengal is depressed
storm-tossed tide and ebb
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Kolkata, May 30, 2016...

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FAREWELL   TO    NOVA    SCOTIA


A net of cables stretching overhead  in the mist to Dartmouth Bay:
Our boat...

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When memories are memories long-lost,
     and when infancy's twilight hides what feels
like lifetimes in half-dreamt dreams, sleep storm-tossed
   ...

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Addie Marie Beima.
May 20th 1945 - February 21st 2021
Loving Mother & Grandmother.

With unfailing love,
at some point in life,
she saved us all.
Though we weren't blind,
we couldn't...

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When I begin to feel that all hope has been lost
and I'm treading water on a sea, storm tossed,
that's when I seek solitude in a...

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PATHS were bordered by boxwood hedges
softened with fern, surrounding GARDEN edges.
Light floral scents perfumed the morning air
and sweet alyssum lined walkways; pea graveled.
I strolled through...

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Atheism is a kind of drowning
Gasping Hope, as gasping air
The breath I took was not of brine
But a breath of full Despair

A vessel, knowing no...

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… On The Gist of Where A Gather Melts Hate’s Glacier
On The Nexus of Need & Knowing True Love’s Nature
On The Passage of Innocence To...

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