Poems About Wind Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about wind seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
lively music
i heard
footsteps
in the air,
my senses
open
to the sound
of music,
all lively
delivered,
a gem
weighed
and reaped,
these thoughts
plod
and race
to be free.
footsteps
in the air,
my senses
open
to the sound
of music,
all lively
delivered,
a gem
weighed
and reaped,
these thoughts
plod
and race
to be free.
#sky
#wind
#nature
28 reads
4 Comments
purple tears
the new rain
cried
purple tears
with almost
endless kissing,
flaunting
themselves,
from
the dull end
of the storm,
nothing decided
nor promised.
cried
purple tears
with almost
endless kissing,
flaunting
themselves,
from
the dull end
of the storm,
nothing decided
nor promised.
#sky
#rain
#storm
#wind
#nature
41 reads
8 Comments
wrath of a lady
she woke me
with rage building in her throat
her deep seated rumble the first sign of trouble
shaking my bed with her anger
and I rose wiping sleep from my eyes
ready to hear her out
well accustomed to her moods
as she gathered momentum
I stood in awe at her fierce expression
but cautious
it is wise to be wary of her temperament
going from moaning
to weeping
to howling fury
stomping the ground with the weight of it
flashing skies of her eyes
lashing & dancing all around
threatening to drown
or burn...
with rage building in her throat
her deep seated rumble the first sign of trouble
shaking my bed with her anger
and I rose wiping sleep from my eyes
ready to hear her out
well accustomed to her moods
as she gathered momentum
I stood in awe at her fierce expression
but cautious
it is wise to be wary of her temperament
going from moaning
to weeping
to howling fury
stomping the ground with the weight of it
flashing skies of her eyes
lashing & dancing all around
threatening to drown
or burn...
#rain
#storm
#wind
#admiration
#respect
71 reads
8 Comments
Floating (5-7-5 Haiku)
Windswept butterflies
A tapestry of colours
Float over meadows
by Jemia
A tapestry of colours
Float over meadows
by Jemia
#flowers
#butterfly
#wind #nature
#wind #nature
67 reads
2 Comments
Sunburst (Wind)
Smoke and mirrors unbalances the truth of the soul
Cleansing of the intellect is the rebirth as the Sun is to the rose
What fables can blind men speak
When questioning the presence of his purpose, yet dead minded to give hope in the deliverance of his speech
Trying to ignite the spark of conceivable notions when the heart is leaking and not at peace
His eyes cannot exult beyond Mt. Zion peaks
Where is your Holy Oil for the lost wandering sheep
Give universal rest for the mental weariness and spiritually weak and the promise to the...
Cleansing of the intellect is the rebirth as the Sun is to the rose
What fables can blind men speak
When questioning the presence of his purpose, yet dead minded to give hope in the deliverance of his speech
Trying to ignite the spark of conceivable notions when the heart is leaking and not at peace
His eyes cannot exult beyond Mt. Zion peaks
Where is your Holy Oil for the lost wandering sheep
Give universal rest for the mental weariness and spiritually weak and the promise to the...
#fire
#water
#wind
#rebirth
#spiritual
402 reads
5 Comments
I remain
Just like the roots of a tree,adapting through all kinds of matter.
I remain;calm,strong and grounded,whatever the weather.
© CandyFlossMonet. June 2023
I remain;calm,strong and grounded,whatever the weather.
© CandyFlossMonet. June 2023
#love
#rain
#storm
#wind
#snow
65 reads
1 Comment
Navigating His Alluring Wind Songs
The taste of his aura knows my name
He whispers to me as he brushes past my lips to softly claim
His strong gust blows my emotions away
Raising my skirt wherever he wants to play
Gently kissing every hair strand, faint caresses to my face
No other force of nature gets that privilege to invade my personal space
Unintentionally letting me know the shadows of his existence when the draft moves
My red ribbon floating in the wind, his souvenir from our just due
In the absence of his poetic affection ...
He whispers to me as he brushes past my lips to softly claim
His strong gust blows my emotions away
Raising my skirt wherever he wants to play
Gently kissing every hair strand, faint caresses to my face
No other force of nature gets that privilege to invade my personal space
Unintentionally letting me know the shadows of his existence when the draft moves
My red ribbon floating in the wind, his souvenir from our just due
In the absence of his poetic affection ...
#wind
#spiritual
#metaphor
299 reads
4 Comments
Sibilate
Trees possess longings too.
For the ecstatic torment of a voracious
spring breeze.
For the whoosh and wobbling murmurings
of sun bright leaves.
Spring whispers her secrets to summer,
all her sultry needs.
For the ecstatic torment of a voracious
spring breeze.
For the whoosh and wobbling murmurings
of sun bright leaves.
Spring whispers her secrets to summer,
all her sultry needs.
#trees
#wind
#nature
161 reads
10 Comments
first radiation
The light of dawn came
Life with the soft, glowing colors of a new day
The rising sun each day bathes the shoreline with ethereal light
The darkness recedes like shades of yellow
And an orange bolt across the sky heralds the coming of the sun as it twinkles
At the edge of the world still wearing a black velvet night blanket
Sun-kissed weathered rocks with the murmur of an ebb tide
Misty water weaves its way through the cracks in ethereal ribbons that flow effortlessly
In a slow, hypnotic ballet where every new day is born
It's a front row...
Life with the soft, glowing colors of a new day
The rising sun each day bathes the shoreline with ethereal light
The darkness recedes like shades of yellow
And an orange bolt across the sky heralds the coming of the sun as it twinkles
At the edge of the world still wearing a black velvet night blanket
Sun-kissed weathered rocks with the murmur of an ebb tide
Misty water weaves its way through the cracks in ethereal ribbons that flow effortlessly
In a slow, hypnotic ballet where every new day is born
It's a front row...
#sea
#beach
#morning #wind
#morning #wind
151 reads
2 Comments
A Flatulating Tale of Research
24/30
A Flatulating Tale of Research
Why when I go looking for information
about eggplants, specifically speaking,
Fairytale Eggplants
found very little data
having nothing to do with cooking!!
I now know how to
Grill, Wok, Sauté, Roast, Bake, Deep Fry
the bulbous purplish vegetable
that is really a berry
Waaaaaay more info than I
wanted, bargained for
I did, however, come across a folktale
relating to breaking wind
something about a Golden Eggplant
and while trying to find ...
A Flatulating Tale of Research
Why when I go looking for information
about eggplants, specifically speaking,
Fairytale Eggplants
found very little data
having nothing to do with cooking!!
I now know how to
Grill, Wok, Sauté, Roast, Bake, Deep Fry
the bulbous purplish vegetable
that is really a berry
Waaaaaay more info than I
wanted, bargained for
I did, however, come across a folktale
relating to breaking wind
something about a Golden Eggplant
and while trying to find ...
#wind
#food
#NaPoWriMo2023
125 reads
0 Comments
Psithurism
whispering breezes move through the trees
softly singing in rustling leaves
on tip of tongue sounding like words
like the flapping of wings in a flock of birds
hush, whoosh, whistle and blow
sussurating as they go
murmuring something on the way
they keep moving, they can't stay...
molecules coalescing as one
like birds in the sky having some fun
weaving and diving past everything
invisible yet they seem to sing
a song that everybody knows
whispering something as the air blows
into the forest and through...
softly singing in rustling leaves
on tip of tongue sounding like words
like the flapping of wings in a flock of birds
hush, whoosh, whistle and blow
sussurating as they go
murmuring something on the way
they keep moving, they can't stay...
molecules coalescing as one
like birds in the sky having some fun
weaving and diving past everything
invisible yet they seem to sing
a song that everybody knows
whispering something as the air blows
into the forest and through...
#wind
#nature
155 reads
4 Comments
storm
Storm
The waves in the storm raged Pacific Ocean waves became
deep ravines and tall mountains; in the binoculars, I saw
an American hangar ship, its massive deck was glistering iron
swept of all human activities, this was not a day for wars
The bulk vessel was returning from Japan, where a cargo of
scrap iron had been unloaded, so she was not so heavy in
the water; a good thing when she ploughed deep down
a watery valley, and the sea high above the ship, came
crashing down, but up she came quivering like a wet dog
As she climbed...
The waves in the storm raged Pacific Ocean waves became
deep ravines and tall mountains; in the binoculars, I saw
an American hangar ship, its massive deck was glistering iron
swept of all human activities, this was not a day for wars
The bulk vessel was returning from Japan, where a cargo of
scrap iron had been unloaded, so she was not so heavy in
the water; a good thing when she ploughed deep down
a watery valley, and the sea high above the ship, came
crashing down, but up she came quivering like a wet dog
As she climbed...
#rain
#storm
#rainbow
#wind
#snow
161 reads
0 Comments
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