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.
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
10th Feb 2024 6:02am
10th Feb 2024 6:02am
skyline (dismembered)
that sky
panicked,
the blueness
of
the clouds
and storm
caused
aftershocks,
it's bones
being
dismembered,
grey eyes
welling up,
trembling,
dropping
heavy tears.
panicked,
the blueness
of
the clouds
and storm
caused
aftershocks,
it's bones
being
dismembered,
grey eyes
welling up,
trembling,
dropping
heavy tears.
#sky
#clouds
#rain
#storm
#wind
169 reads
10 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
19th Dec 2023 5:27am
19th Dec 2023 5:27am
rain songs
your curved
white
tiny waves
forming,
clear outlines,
you break
the surface
with thin
drumming,
sing
your rain
songs,
sing down
on us,
your stories
anchor
themselves
along
our shoreline.
white
tiny waves
forming,
clear outlines,
you break
the surface
with thin
drumming,
sing
your rain
songs,
sing down
on us,
your stories
anchor
themselves
along
our shoreline.
#rain
#storm
#wind
171 reads
6 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
16th Dec 2023 10:02am
16th Dec 2023 10:02am
not wearing conversations
i will
not wear
these
conversations
outside today,
it is
too cold
for steady
employment
in that
cold air,
that breath
which wants
nothing more
than
to see me
run
and hide,
to admit
i have
been
too comfortable
inside.
not wear
these
conversations
outside today,
it is
too cold
for steady
employment
in that
cold air,
that breath
which wants
nothing more
than
to see me
run
and hide,
to admit
i have
been
too comfortable
inside.
#storm
#wind
#nature
262 reads
8 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
11th Nov 2023 6:09am
11th Nov 2023 6:09am
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
196 reads
11 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
28th Oct 2023 4:01pm
28th Oct 2023 4:01pm
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
122 reads
0 Comments
sheepskinxtearaway
Poem Published
1st Oct 2023 5:49pm
1st Oct 2023 5:49pm
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
209 reads
2 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
26th Aug 2023 2:07pm
26th Aug 2023 2:07pm
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
199 reads
8 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
11th Jul 2023 11:49pm
11th Jul 2023 11:49pm
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
161 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
11th Jul 2023 7:10pm
11th Jul 2023 7:10pm
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
527 reads
5 Comments
CanDyFloss_72Monet
Poem Published
7th Jun 2023 10:36pm
7th Jun 2023 10:36pm
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
151 reads
1 Comment
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2023 8:34pm
2nd Jun 2023 8:34pm
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
417 reads
4 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
14th May 2023 8:54pm
14th May 2023 8:54pm
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
273 reads
10 Comments
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