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.
SilverBeaver_42
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2019 1:49pm
22nd Mar 2019 1:49pm
Arctic Vortex
Gulf Stream pushed by
Polar cold down into dixieland
ice giants rome empty land and
lie in wait in urban canyons
feasting on the unprotected and
homeless alike
Polar cold down into dixieland
ice giants rome empty land and
lie in wait in urban canyons
feasting on the unprotected and
homeless alike
#storm
#winter
#wind
#nature
#snow
419 reads
1 Comment
SilverBeaver_42
Poem Published
21st Mar 2019 3:29pm
21st Mar 2019 3:29pm
Ice Giants
Artic votex
blowing poler winds
from the frozen gods
land of darkness
an ice giant lurking in
every polar blast of wind
blowing poler winds
from the frozen gods
land of darkness
an ice giant lurking in
every polar blast of wind
#environment
#storm
#wind #snow
#wind #snow
464 reads
1 Comment
SilverBeaver_42
Poem Published
21st Mar 2019 1:14am
21st Mar 2019 1:14am
Don’t
Don’t put me in the ground
Don’t put me on a shelf
Throw my ashes to the winds
Want to fly be free one last time
Don’t put me on a shelf
Throw my ashes to the winds
Want to fly be free one last time
#death
#sky
#wind #LifeCycle
#wind #LifeCycle
434 reads
3 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
14th Mar 2019 9:25pm
14th Mar 2019 9:25pm
Permutation
( a Quatern )
I haven’t given it a second thought.
It’s dry and blustery, the winter’s night,
With never snow or rain the way it ought.
I’m definite that Nature’s got it right.
I stare up at the glare, the ceiling fan,
I haven’t given it a second thought.
There sits alone my supper in a can,
And yesterday’s old leftovers I bought.
I listen to the gusts of winter’s rot,
In ev’ry permutation screamed in vain.
I haven’t given it a second thought,
A flicker on the edge my darkest bane.
They say,...
I haven’t given it a second thought.
It’s dry and blustery, the winter’s night,
With never snow or rain the way it ought.
I’m definite that Nature’s got it right.
I stare up at the glare, the ceiling fan,
I haven’t given it a second thought.
There sits alone my supper in a can,
And yesterday’s old leftovers I bought.
I listen to the gusts of winter’s rot,
In ev’ry permutation screamed in vain.
I haven’t given it a second thought,
A flicker on the edge my darkest bane.
They say,...
#LifeStruggles
#winter
#night
#wind
#fate
563 reads
11 Comments
bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
6th Mar 2019 4:16am
6th Mar 2019 4:16am
Summer Wind
the summer wind
the cooling rain
the air we breathe
the end of pain
the way we feel
when we're apart
still inside
we're one in heart
we're one in mind
we're one in thought
and in between
something is caught
from the ocean
through the air
from underground
it's everywhere
in the feelings
we don't tell
rising falling
like the swell
in the ocean
Sun and Moon
pulling always
coming soon
crashing waves
up on the shore
ionizing
air...
the cooling rain
the air we breathe
the end of pain
the way we feel
when we're apart
still inside
we're one in heart
we're one in mind
we're one in thought
and in between
something is caught
from the ocean
through the air
from underground
it's everywhere
in the feelings
we don't tell
rising falling
like the swell
in the ocean
Sun and Moon
pulling always
coming soon
crashing waves
up on the shore
ionizing
air...
#wind
615 reads
4 Comments
JusTim_
Poem Published
25th Feb 2019 11:21am
25th Feb 2019 11:21am
Blow
With the turning of the moon
fevered hues engulf my soul
as my heart gleams with memories
of solemn words fallen from angelic lips
Ornate orange and dynamic yellows
have sprung to life
sparkling flecks of freshness
dancing naked inside autumn eyes
Oh my heart
my heart, rest my heart
Breathless the breeze blows
a subtle scent of whole
sweet as the pink flowering Amaryllis
Blow sweet breeze blow off into the night
on your wings I plant a kiss
filled with the fruits of my...
fevered hues engulf my soul
as my heart gleams with memories
of solemn words fallen from angelic lips
Ornate orange and dynamic yellows
have sprung to life
sparkling flecks of freshness
dancing naked inside autumn eyes
Oh my heart
my heart, rest my heart
Breathless the breeze blows
a subtle scent of whole
sweet as the pink flowering Amaryllis
Blow sweet breeze blow off into the night
on your wings I plant a kiss
filled with the fruits of my...
#love
#wind
458 reads
6 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
24th Feb 2019 9:28am
24th Feb 2019 9:28am
tornado
The tornado
The storm held its breath than blew
Uprooted trees, roofs flew off buildings
The storm awoke the ocean, which crashed ashore
Car crashes and closed coastal roads.
The tempest didn't last long when it eased
Torrential rain fell, a wall of water dark as hell.
We sat in there gloomy prisoners of nature.
The storm held its breath than blew
Uprooted trees, roofs flew off buildings
The storm awoke the ocean, which crashed ashore
Car crashes and closed coastal roads.
The tempest didn't last long when it eased
Torrential rain fell, a wall of water dark as hell.
We sat in there gloomy prisoners of nature.
#rain
#storm
#rainbow
#wind
#snow
428 reads
1 Comment
Summerrain75
Poem Published
1st Feb 2019 4:52am
1st Feb 2019 4:52am
The Changing Mood Of The Wind
The wind was blowing with all his might
He hissed and howled through out the night
His mood was foul he was full of spite
That made all creatures shrink with fright
He pounded on the roof like a horse's hoof
So vile was his temper so sour was his mood
Jeered at the windowpanes knocked the curtains down
His voice was loud, booming with a fearful sound
Then his fury turned to the silent trees
That were awaken from their blissful sleep
He shook their trunk and broke their twigs
And without pity stripped their leaves
...
He hissed and howled through out the night
His mood was foul he was full of spite
That made all creatures shrink with fright
He pounded on the roof like a horse's hoof
So vile was his temper so sour was his mood
Jeered at the windowpanes knocked the curtains down
His voice was loud, booming with a fearful sound
Then his fury turned to the silent trees
That were awaken from their blissful sleep
He shook their trunk and broke their twigs
And without pity stripped their leaves
...
#storm
#wind
#rhyming #narrative
#rhyming #narrative
489 reads
4 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
27th Jan 2019 8:32pm
27th Jan 2019 8:32pm
Where the Wind Goes
Wherever the wind might take me, I will let it lead
Me there like a soldier getting ready for battle. It is
Like there is hope of a new tomorrow. It has freed
Me from all these chains and bonds. Above the fizz
And noise it is leading me right to the river’s edge.
I am coming home. My place among the tides and his
Gentle hands reaching out. I am closer to the ledge,
Peering over and letting the wind rustle through my
Curly hair. It pushes me away from the straightedge
Blade of a knife and towards the wind that will try ...
Me there like a soldier getting ready for battle. It is
Like there is hope of a new tomorrow. It has freed
Me from all these chains and bonds. Above the fizz
And noise it is leading me right to the river’s edge.
I am coming home. My place among the tides and his
Gentle hands reaching out. I am closer to the ledge,
Peering over and letting the wind rustle through my
Curly hair. It pushes me away from the straightedge
Blade of a knife and towards the wind that will try ...
#wind
626 reads
14 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
27th Jan 2019 8:11pm
27th Jan 2019 8:11pm
Windsong
( a Quatern )
Seems everybody else is going home,
I look around and all I hear is wind.
I stroll across a leaf-strewn patio,
The magic of a night that won’t begin.
The place is quiet, you can hear a pin,
Seems everybody else is going home.
I find my bag and coat when I go in,
Did I come with a date, someone I know?
I sip a flute of flat champagne and go
Out to the green, the wind begins to press.
Seems everybody else is going home,
It swirls around my clingy sequin dress.
I feel the night has...
Seems everybody else is going home,
I look around and all I hear is wind.
I stroll across a leaf-strewn patio,
The magic of a night that won’t begin.
The place is quiet, you can hear a pin,
Seems everybody else is going home.
I find my bag and coat when I go in,
Did I come with a date, someone I know?
I sip a flute of flat champagne and go
Out to the green, the wind begins to press.
Seems everybody else is going home,
It swirls around my clingy sequin dress.
I feel the night has...
#night
#wind
#lover
784 reads
14 Comments
snugglebuck
Poem Published
24th Jan 2019 5:15am
24th Jan 2019 5:15am
I am the wind
I am the wind, of all the Gods’ children, the gentlest
I grant Earth her life sustaining power
I provide atmosphere for living things
Without me, creatures couldn’t breath and nothing would be green
However, don’t mistaken my maternal nature for vulnerable weakness
For my personality is quite capricious
When I am angry I can explode instantly,
With violent tantrums of tornadoes and hurricanes
Yet, I am most content creating harmony in nature instead
Listen to the sound of my psithurism symphony,
Whispering in the tall grass and rustling in...
I grant Earth her life sustaining power
I provide atmosphere for living things
Without me, creatures couldn’t breath and nothing would be green
However, don’t mistaken my maternal nature for vulnerable weakness
For my personality is quite capricious
When I am angry I can explode instantly,
With violent tantrums of tornadoes and hurricanes
Yet, I am most content creating harmony in nature instead
Listen to the sound of my psithurism symphony,
Whispering in the tall grass and rustling in...
#storm
#wind
#nature
752 reads
7 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
15th Dec 2018 1:33pm
15th Dec 2018 1:33pm
the happening
The happening
On the balcony sat a raven it had yellow eyes
It crewed with delight.
Ill in bed the flue, a stream of transpiration
turned into a raging river.
Transported me to the sea which was cooling
and calm lowered the fever.
The raven had fallen to its death into the canyon
of high rise flats.
A man picked it up his dinner of the day saved
he wore a feather on his hat.
On the balcony sat a raven it had yellow eyes
It crewed with delight.
Ill in bed the flue, a stream of transpiration
turned into a raging river.
Transported me to the sea which was cooling
and calm lowered the fever.
The raven had fallen to its death into the canyon
of high rise flats.
A man picked it up his dinner of the day saved
he wore a feather on his hat.
#storm
#rainbow
#wind #snow
#wind #snow
567 reads
1 Comment
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