Least Read Poems About Wind
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Silent Night Divinely
Explosive ciphers of glimmers,
Amid skylines,
Scaled letters of waves,
Tuned breezy curtains,
Whispers of silent nights,
Phantom love making,
Glance of seahorse,
Shimmers of fairy tales,
Debauched visions,
Needy survival’s stroke,
Illusive schemed of confidence
and a blizzard bliss,
Serene tears of happy trails,
Sleepless moon garnished,
Touch of fire….
Exquisite
Resistance,
Cherished Moans..
Persuasive,
Delightful,
Inclusiveness
Amid skylines,
Scaled letters of waves,
Tuned breezy curtains,
Whispers of silent nights,
Phantom love making,
Glance of seahorse,
Shimmers of fairy tales,
Debauched visions,
Needy survival’s stroke,
Illusive schemed of confidence
and a blizzard bliss,
Serene tears of happy trails,
Sleepless moon garnished,
Touch of fire….
Exquisite
Resistance,
Cherished Moans..
Persuasive,
Delightful,
Inclusiveness
#love
#romantic
#wind
#silence
#heaven
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6 Comments
Invisible
Envisioning the cognitive
of all or nothing at all.
As it passes by like
an aircraft in stealth mode.
Rearranging,
Executing,
The odds gained access
To the pores.
Empty valleys,
Empty streets of mental concord.
The blue amid
The grey as a blitz,
But no rainfall.
Turned left and right,
The same form.
Wondering
How, when, and why,
Uncertain for now.
Memories of then,
Shapeshifted,
Even if I escalate,
Everest seem so far.
Pictures of your shade
Gone in the mist ...
of all or nothing at all.
As it passes by like
an aircraft in stealth mode.
Rearranging,
Executing,
The odds gained access
To the pores.
Empty valleys,
Empty streets of mental concord.
The blue amid
The grey as a blitz,
But no rainfall.
Turned left and right,
The same form.
Wondering
How, when, and why,
Uncertain for now.
Memories of then,
Shapeshifted,
Even if I escalate,
Everest seem so far.
Pictures of your shade
Gone in the mist ...
#universe
#wind
#nature
#LifeChangingMoment
#sleep
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12 Comments
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
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
38 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
Forecast
The best skies are partly cloudy,
Or partly clear, if you prefer,
As happenstance may be rowdy
And clarity a saboteur
Where turbulence is hard to see
When pressure stokes invisible...
To then commence chaotically
Like something metabolizable,
As when the sky seems most alive;
A vibrant essence to the air
Allowing thought itself to thrive
Like pride upon a foolish dare
Which huffs and puffs before it blows...
A fresh iota from Zephyr's nose!
Or partly clear, if you prefer,
As happenstance may be rowdy
And clarity a saboteur
Where turbulence is hard to see
When pressure stokes invisible...
To then commence chaotically
Like something metabolizable,
As when the sky seems most alive;
A vibrant essence to the air
Allowing thought itself to thrive
Like pride upon a foolish dare
Which huffs and puffs before it blows...
A fresh iota from Zephyr's nose!
#rain
#wind
58 reads
10 Comments
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