Wind Poems
#wind
Wind poems, about the natural circulation of air across land and sea. Poems about wind includes everything from poetry about a gentle breeze or gust of air, to poems about violent storms and gales causing havoc and destruction.
mighty wind
Beware of the storm approaching prepare
Better pack up leave; live for another day
For Hurricanes wreak havoc as they make landfall
Winds scream howling batter tearing the land!
On the Caribbean Sea heated waters meets wind
Twisting Hot air rises turning Counter clockwise
Currents of air circulation gather ferrous speed
Hurricane are born when wind speed reaches 75MPH
Tropical waters meet whirling wind
Rising winds rotate spirals around and round
Spinning whirling thick clouds pin- wheeling
False calm comes-on the center
...
Better pack up leave; live for another day
For Hurricanes wreak havoc as they make landfall
Winds scream howling batter tearing the land!
On the Caribbean Sea heated waters meets wind
Twisting Hot air rises turning Counter clockwise
Currents of air circulation gather ferrous speed
Hurricane are born when wind speed reaches 75MPH
Tropical waters meet whirling wind
Rising winds rotate spirals around and round
Spinning whirling thick clouds pin- wheeling
False calm comes-on the center
...
#storm
#wind
#nature
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Autumnal Flow
crystalline ice flowing beneath
azure atmosphere living art
painter streaking stroking leisurely
creating erasing recreating adapting
autumn scented breeze cooling
yellowing leaves flutter falling
settling insulating brown earth
beneath flowing crystalline ice
azure atmosphere living art
painter streaking stroking leisurely
creating erasing recreating adapting
autumn scented breeze cooling
yellowing leaves flutter falling
settling insulating brown earth
beneath flowing crystalline ice
#trees
#fall
#wind #nature
#wind #nature
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air out yesterday
she
has nothing
but
the best
to say
of
the new
morning,
to preach
among different
elements,
to drive
the perfect
nakedness
of
morning sun,
like
pink roses
stumble
those
floral ideas
into thought,
open windows,
let every
breath into
the crowded
spaces
of today,
air out
yesterday.
has nothing
but
the best
to say
of
the new
morning,
to preach
among different
elements,
to drive
the perfect
nakedness
of
morning sun,
like
pink roses
stumble
those
floral ideas
into thought,
open windows,
let every
breath into
the crowded
spaces
of today,
air out
yesterday.
#sun
#sky
#morning
#wind
#nature
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Perfect Summer Night
Eyes closed like the whispers of pillow talk
A cold front coming over the horizon making me balk
Stripping the summer heat from the earth
Lightning electrifying the air giving me mirth
A slight drizzle like a kiss upon my skin
Ever so slight like the promise of a night full of sin
When it's ripped away as the wind whips up a gale
The lightning rips the dark sea of clouds asunder without fail
Squinting against the night becoming day
Falling back into the yard I lay
Soaked to the bone
This weather reminds me of home
Rain...
A cold front coming over the horizon making me balk
Stripping the summer heat from the earth
Lightning electrifying the air giving me mirth
A slight drizzle like a kiss upon my skin
Ever so slight like the promise of a night full of sin
When it's ripped away as the wind whips up a gale
The lightning rips the dark sea of clouds asunder without fail
Squinting against the night becoming day
Falling back into the yard I lay
Soaked to the bone
This weather reminds me of home
Rain...
#rain
#storm
#summer #wind
#summer #wind
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free leaf (destination)
i sat
on
my couch,
facing
the partially
cleared view,
i watched
outside,
there,
a low
hanging limb,
golden leaves
abundant,
occasionally,
a leaf
would leap
away from
the limb,
and i
wondered
about
its destination,
i wondered
if
the leaf
knew
where it
may end up,
or,
if it
minded
at all.
on
my couch,
facing
the partially
cleared view,
i watched
outside,
there,
a low
hanging limb,
golden leaves
abundant,
occasionally,
a leaf
would leap
away from
the limb,
and i
wondered
about
its destination,
i wondered
if
the leaf
knew
where it
may end up,
or,
if it
minded
at all.
#trees
#sky
#morning
#wind
#nature
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Your Air Conditioner Broke Down As Well... Right?
Helen
stepped outside
and sat
down to feel the cool
breeze on her naked
skin before she saw
Peter
doing the
same thing.
stepped outside
and sat
down to feel the cool
breeze on her naked
skin before she saw
Peter
doing the
same thing.
#home
#environment
#wind
#fiction
#sensual
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cold stuck window
i am fighting
this window
wide open,
the clouds
heavy
above me,
the cold
breaks my
imagination,
chasing away
any warm
ideas,
pull, shake,
rattle
that window,
it does not
want to
close,
what
has it got
against
inside
and being
warm,
it is
too stubborn
for our
own good.
this window
wide open,
the clouds
heavy
above me,
the cold
breaks my
imagination,
chasing away
any warm
ideas,
pull, shake,
rattle
that window,
it does not
want to
close,
what
has it got
against
inside
and being
warm,
it is
too stubborn
for our
own good.
#winter
#morning
#wind #determination
#wind #determination
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monster outside
i'm here,
now
tucked away
in the safety
of my
cradle,
hiding inside
from
the monster's
anger,
it's voice
dangerous,
its breath
fierce,
claws
and teeth
tearing
at the walls
of my
sanctuary,
i just hope
it doesn't find
a way in,
i believe
it would
devour me
completely.
now
tucked away
in the safety
of my
cradle,
hiding inside
from
the monster's
anger,
it's voice
dangerous,
its breath
fierce,
claws
and teeth
tearing
at the walls
of my
sanctuary,
i just hope
it doesn't find
a way in,
i believe
it would
devour me
completely.
#sky
#storm
#wind #nature
#wind #nature
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Day Tripped!
For before four, came to the fore
I went on a mystery tour
It was at ten to ten
When i arrived at Tenterten
Tentatively travelling
And traversing the town
It was wet, and windy
So i left with a frown
I then bought a ticket to Rye
Still wet, and windy
So i left with a sigh
Until i finally fell over
When visiting the White Cliff's of Dover
by Jemia
I went on a mystery tour
It was at ten to ten
When i arrived at Tenterten
Tentatively travelling
And traversing the town
It was wet, and windy
So i left with a frown
I then bought a ticket to Rye
Still wet, and windy
So i left with a sigh
Until i finally fell over
When visiting the White Cliff's of Dover
by Jemia
#rain
#wind
#funny #travel
#funny #travel
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Storm Theory
Stormy
weather rarely
makes for a dull
afternoon. The greying
skies that most despise
illuminate each time the bolts
commune. The subsequent thunder
roars because it's startled by the lightening.
The clouds cry out as desire dies, it's distant
warning leaves them frightened. The first fork
strikes, holding hands with the branch that
breaks through canvas of green. The promise
of calm and the grounding of nature take
turns to intervene. A voice through clouds
and misty rain as good a comfort
as any....
weather rarely
makes for a dull
afternoon. The greying
skies that most despise
illuminate each time the bolts
commune. The subsequent thunder
roars because it's startled by the lightening.
The clouds cry out as desire dies, it's distant
warning leaves them frightened. The first fork
strikes, holding hands with the branch that
breaks through canvas of green. The promise
of calm and the grounding of nature take
turns to intervene. A voice through clouds
and misty rain as good a comfort
as any....
#identity
#rain
#storm #wind
#storm #wind
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open hearth
the windows
sparkled
with life
from
the startled
waves
that leapt
from
the open
hearth,
the solitary
cries
of the cold
wind
never entered
the thoughts
of
the farmer's
night..
sparkled
with life
from
the startled
waves
that leapt
from
the open
hearth,
the solitary
cries
of the cold
wind
never entered
the thoughts
of
the farmer's
night..
#countryside
#storm
#night
#fire
#wind
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dream breeze
I sat there
pretending I didn't see you
and that I didn't want to be yours
distracted from being myself
I sat there
you passed me there
you passed me there
you passed me there
I stayed there
pretending I didn't hear you
and that I couldn't be yours
abstracted from myself
I stayed there
you passed me there
you passed me there
you passed me there
I dreamed of myself there
feeling your skin
passing by me in the breeze
on a sugary morning
I dreamed of myself there.
pretending I didn't see you
and that I didn't want to be yours
distracted from being myself
I sat there
you passed me there
you passed me there
you passed me there
I stayed there
pretending I didn't hear you
and that I couldn't be yours
abstracted from myself
I stayed there
you passed me there
you passed me there
you passed me there
I dreamed of myself there
feeling your skin
passing by me in the breeze
on a sugary morning
I dreamed of myself there.
#love
#wind
#mirror
#myself
#mystery
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