Long Poems About Wind
#wind
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
16th Jul 2024 5:27pm
16th Jul 2024 5:27pm
Bowing Unto Grace Of A Serenity Warrior
That superior light can travel your cerebrum to the third Heavens, given of its ancient stories to tell
Open your cognizance awareness, close your eyes, mortals imagine through my words, Hell
There is nothing to amuse but darkness and the feel of its silhouetted heat
Cries of forgotten humanity, if you remain, being slaughtered daily, roasted like raw meat
Since the beginning of times
Seconds and minutes of the clock have turned by the Creator’s chimes
...
Open your cognizance awareness, close your eyes, mortals imagine through my words, Hell
There is nothing to amuse but darkness and the feel of its silhouetted heat
Cries of forgotten humanity, if you remain, being slaughtered daily, roasted like raw meat
Since the beginning of times
Seconds and minutes of the clock have turned by the Creator’s chimes
...
#moon
#spiritual
#sun
#water
#wind
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2024 7:41pm
3rd Jun 2024 7:41pm
Nativity
How verily unto two nations of thy brothern spiritually rise than fall
The insights of the Quran foretold of death, destruction, identities to become the catalyst that rules the psychic within us all
In the beginning of time souls that gave us the root of Heaven and Hell
The nucleus of your chromosomes, your DNA, from that moment of conception what you believe in or not, time will tell
The mark of the beast is the product from what it reaps ...
The insights of the Quran foretold of death, destruction, identities to become the catalyst that rules the psychic within us all
In the beginning of time souls that gave us the root of Heaven and Hell
The nucleus of your chromosomes, your DNA, from that moment of conception what you believe in or not, time will tell
The mark of the beast is the product from what it reaps ...
#nature
#sun
#water
#wind
#moon
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
27th May 2024 1:22am
27th May 2024 1:22am
Memorialized Unto The Soft Winds (COTS)
Missing children, organs gone, and horrific experiments to assess how life is prolonged
Bought and sold for that feeling, does not the civilization see what’s going on
The Children Of The Sun have returned to question the validation of the Human race, it does not matter the color of skin we all come from one mother, Earth
On a bed of soil, inhale, exhale. eternal rest laminating in dirt, no material gains to showcase a life’s worth
The gospel and why it is told in such underseeing...
Bought and sold for that feeling, does not the civilization see what’s going on
The Children Of The Sun have returned to question the validation of the Human race, it does not matter the color of skin we all come from one mother, Earth
On a bed of soil, inhale, exhale. eternal rest laminating in dirt, no material gains to showcase a life’s worth
The gospel and why it is told in such underseeing...
#moon
#philosophical
#spiritual
#sun
#wind
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poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
24th May 2024 8:56pm
24th May 2024 8:56pm
When The Small Rivers Overflow
In the deep little valley i live
centered within mountain hills
in winter the rivers flow
the flood brings lethal chill
The winters are no more boon
the summers too; no less heat
seasons frequently do overlap
they can, even in one day meet
An eerie area, an oddity spot
where today's sheep is morrow's wolf
and the morning is sunny and hot
the ev'ning turns cold like tomb
When morning is sweaty and dull
the afternoon is stormy and...
centered within mountain hills
in winter the rivers flow
the flood brings lethal chill
The winters are no more boon
the summers too; no less heat
seasons frequently do overlap
they can, even in one day meet
An eerie area, an oddity spot
where today's sheep is morrow's wolf
and the morning is sunny and hot
the ev'ning turns cold like tomb
When morning is sweaty and dull
the afternoon is stormy and...
#rain
#storm
#wind
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2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
8th May 2024 3:19pm
8th May 2024 3:19pm
Memoirs
2024
A dream befell me as I slept
of funnel cloud...aspin;
long latent in my mind, it kept,
until it might begin.
It gave me scenes of wrack and rout
by dark tornadic force,
and as it smashed its course about
I felt a dread remorse.
I knew I was within its path
so to a car I fled
and belted in before the wrath
where Mother Nature tread.
And as the car began to lift,
aswirl and abrupt,
that narrative was cast adrift
when...
A dream befell me as I slept
of funnel cloud...aspin;
long latent in my mind, it kept,
until it might begin.
It gave me scenes of wrack and rout
by dark tornadic force,
and as it smashed its course about
I felt a dread remorse.
I knew I was within its path
so to a car I fled
and belted in before the wrath
where Mother Nature tread.
And as the car began to lift,
aswirl and abrupt,
that narrative was cast adrift
when...
#storm
#wind
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2 Comments
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2024 1:18am
22nd Feb 2024 1:18am
OUT IN THE SEA
The storms are rising
Skies and clouds are compromising
So many plants will be dying
Everyone's running, everyone is hiding
The birds in bundles start flying ...
Could this be like Noah's days of surviving?
But You hear mermaid sirens
They sound beautiful on the evening horizon
There's no doubt the oceans shining
So I take out my diary and start writing
Out in the sea
Where it's just you and me
It's so dark not much you can see
Out in the sea
Where...
Skies and clouds are compromising
So many plants will be dying
Everyone's running, everyone is hiding
The birds in bundles start flying ...
Could this be like Noah's days of surviving?
But You hear mermaid sirens
They sound beautiful on the evening horizon
There's no doubt the oceans shining
So I take out my diary and start writing
Out in the sea
Where it's just you and me
It's so dark not much you can see
Out in the sea
Where...
#sea
#rain
#storm
#wind
#God
236 reads
6 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
518 reads
5 Comments
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
405 reads
4 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
18th Dec 2021 11:22am
18th Dec 2021 11:22am
An air of angst and ease— recycled
It's easy to breath
when you are gone
The air is crisp and clear
away, is the color
of emerald darkness
and unenviable congestion
Sunshine is at it's apex
perhaps in unspoken solidarity
truth is boldly placed
into the hands
of the wearied righteous
Feather-like,
is this air
It feels lighter ...
when you are gone
The air is crisp and clear
away, is the color
of emerald darkness
and unenviable congestion
Sunshine is at it's apex
perhaps in unspoken solidarity
truth is boldly placed
into the hands
of the wearied righteous
Feather-like,
is this air
It feels lighter ...
#wind
#MovingOn
#acceptance
#morality
#healing
791 reads
38 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
15th Dec 2021 00:25am
15th Dec 2021 00:25am
The Abandoned House
I slip away, into fog and greyness, into a sphere of nothingness where there is neither time nor sensation. Next thing, I'm sitting on a damp basement floor with a glowing torchlight close by, feeling sick from all the booze, and everything's spinning round and round.
It's night time, and I'm shivering and I have no idea of where I am or how I got here. The men have all crashed out. I don't remember leaving the promenade with Angus, Bill and Terence, or anything about the walk to this damp basement room. I don't know what the hell's going on, and that's scary. I don't even know...
It's night time, and I'm shivering and I have no idea of where I am or how I got here. The men have all crashed out. I don't remember leaving the promenade with Angus, Bill and Terence, or anything about the walk to this damp basement room. I don't know what the hell's going on, and that's scary. I don't even know...
#wind
#mystery
#risk
429 reads
9 Comments
WordWeaver
Poem Published
27th Dec 2020 6:01am
27th Dec 2020 6:01am
Divine Connection
I am Woman.
Maiden, mother and crone
Behold the secrets of nature woven into my cells
And knowledge of your creation
That was born from my blood...
I sow seeds with my words and drop them
In your path, so you may walk upon the petals
Of my sacrifice, my abundance
So you will pick beautiful fruits
And the seeds that you eat will
Grow inside you where they will flourish
And slowly bloom to reveal
The fruits of your awareness...
See the reflection of the skies
As endless, vast clouds roll behind my...
Maiden, mother and crone
Behold the secrets of nature woven into my cells
And knowledge of your creation
That was born from my blood...
I sow seeds with my words and drop them
In your path, so you may walk upon the petals
Of my sacrifice, my abundance
So you will pick beautiful fruits
And the seeds that you eat will
Grow inside you where they will flourish
And slowly bloom to reveal
The fruits of your awareness...
See the reflection of the skies
As endless, vast clouds roll behind my...
#earth
#storm
#fire
#water
#wind
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asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
18th Dec 2020 10:22pm
18th Dec 2020 10:22pm
Carbonated Water pt. 2
The air is a festering festival of frenetic physics;
It rattles like a pair of maracas
Ceaselessly and silently screaming
And at a young age, you can hear the high pitched whine
Of what?
The air!
The air. It is suffocating and it is invigorating
It is wild and wonderful
It is insane.
It is always screaming
I do not know why.
Then, of course, we breathe the air
And we do not have the Ocean to be our depth
Instead, we are provided a spectacular and far reaching disply of the opposite:
The celestial sphere.
Stars...
It rattles like a pair of maracas
Ceaselessly and silently screaming
And at a young age, you can hear the high pitched whine
Of what?
The air!
The air. It is suffocating and it is invigorating
It is wild and wonderful
It is insane.
It is always screaming
I do not know why.
Then, of course, we breathe the air
And we do not have the Ocean to be our depth
Instead, we are provided a spectacular and far reaching disply of the opposite:
The celestial sphere.
Stars...
#sky
#wind
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