I like these.

Especially the first. The image of poetry as a container that opens, and stays open when other, less consequential, containers would shut. The storms fuel poems, as wind fuels a fire.

The second speaks to me of imagination, dreaming, power of both.

The third: I love that image of "breastfed," poems that come from the heart, and from all that has come before and will come after.

Very nice!