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Wuthering Poems - Poems about Wuthering


Premium Member Wuthering Night
My life's mixed up with logic, gnarly. I admit I'm confused. I sure do. Every picture tells a story, but stories paint a picture too. Am I looking at Wuthering Heights, or reading The Starry Night?...

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Categories: wuthering, art, books, confusion,
Form: Rhyme
The Wuthering
The high moors slant giddily over gritstone edges where torrents overflow gallons of sky. Grouse are blown sideways by a bone-twisting gale. The land is harried by fishtailing winds, a sparse tufted earth blown beyond its roots. In the valley, cats crouch; dogs snap the air their barks as full as storm-drains. Torrid echo’s outrun stampeding frights. In the village pub, locals move away from...

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Categories: wuthering, poetry,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Wuthering heights
Watch that big moon, It smiles far away. It's brighter than ever, It has so much to hide. The queen among the stars takes care of its castle with all the secrets inside. A princess with no name has its moods to show, sometimes feeling full, sometimes feeling blue. Listen to that big moon when she talks to you, she has so much to say, so many whispers, so many...

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Categories: wuthering, adventure, allegory, allusion, blessing,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Whether Wuthering Weather
Whether Wuthering Weather Whether ebb or flow. Weather blows trees like oceans, Wuthering waves... roar. by Martin Braun August 30, 2023 In memory of my dear mother-in-law, Bea, who was a tremendous poet and an inspiration. A book of her poems was published. She watched Wuthering Heights for countless continuous days. Heathcliff!...

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Categories: wuthering, water, weather, wind,
Form: Haiku
Wuthering Woe
From centuries in the sands in woods In rivulets oceans boat of love It Rowan Rowan from Day first With cuckoo, seagull wounded dove O hazy phantom speak with us Like blood in heart thou circulate Thy chamber in the niche of soul From maddening world so isolate Thy Laila, Juliet, Romeo Qais Wherest they live wherest they go? They live in desert of...

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Categories: wuthering, bereavement, care, death, dedication,
Form: Rhyme



Wuthering Love
From centuries in the sands in woods In rivulets oceans boat of love It Rowan Rowan from Day first With cuckoo, seagull wounded dove O hazy phantom speak with us Like blood in heart thou circulate Thy chamber in the niche of soul From maddening world so isolate Thy Laila, Juliet, Romeo Qais Wherest they live wherest they go? They live in desert of...

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Categories: wuthering, bereavement, cool, deep, destiny,
Form: Rhyme
Wuthering Love
From centuries in the sands in woods In rivulets oceans boat of love It Rowan Rowan from Day first With cuckoo, seagull wounded dove O hazy phantom speak with us Like blood in heart thou circulate Thy chamber in the niche of soul From maddening world so isolate Thy Laila, Juliet, Romeo Qais Wherest they live wherest they go? They live in desert of...

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Categories: wuthering, bereavement, cool, deep, destiny,
Form: Rhyme
The Wuthering
Torrents overflow a rocking sky. The high moors slant giddily over gritstone edges dark are the claws of calamity. Small birds are blown sideways into scant bone-twisted trees, crooked branches spear each other. The land is harried by low and high fishtailing winds, the tufted earth blown beyond its roots. In the valley, village cats crouch; dogs snap the air their mouths as...

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Categories: wuthering, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Wuthering
While watching windswept willows weeping, Wild winter winds were wailing with woe. Without words we wisely wondered why, Whither who would wander weather-wise. 2/ 20/ 2021. For the Liberum Divisa 4 poetry contest. Sponsor Gregory R Barden....

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Categories: wuthering, weather, wind, winter,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Her Wuthering Letters
You get to a point where you can’t read them anymore and consider yourself a grown-up. But it wasn’t until I was fifty-two that I threw them away. How long could they hide in a high school brief case next to a box of sweaters in the attic? So…into the Dumpster Doodle-Doo they went: her Wuthering epistles, and my Heathcliff’s...

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Categories: wuthering, love,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Wild Rugged Wuthering Moor
How I love the Wuthering heights rugged landscape Of the wild savage moor As I stand upon a rocky outcrops High on a windswept Tor. Under the blue sky canopy before me Lies sweeping lush green and tawny vales and rolling hills Land so wild and unforgiving As the cold wind begins to bite and chill Carpets of lilac heather providing...

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Categories: wuthering, adventure, beauty, creation, nature,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Wuthering Heights
Star crossed lovers strolled together over moorland fields of heather... Tragedy unfolds Emily Bronte wrote thereof... She, too, lost chance to find true love... Death, again, grabs hold __________________________________ For Black-Eyed Susan's Contest: Tail Rhyme 5/1/12...

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Categories: wuthering, adventure, lost love, on
Form: Tail-rhyme

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