Wind Poems
#wind
Wind poems, about the natural circulation of air across land and sea. Poems about wind includes everything from poetry about a gentle breeze or gust of air, to poems about violent storms and gales causing havoc and destruction.
Wind haiku sonnet
The wind whispers past
it flows as it does daily
a song synced as one
Music in the trees
sense the melodies within
they play on and on
Moment of stillness
the message is always there
go see for yourself
Nature wastes no time
the sacredness includes you
the same as all life
Look up to see the mirror
every being reflects you
it flows as it does daily
a song synced as one
Music in the trees
sense the melodies within
they play on and on
Moment of stillness
the message is always there
go see for yourself
Nature wastes no time
the sacredness includes you
the same as all life
Look up to see the mirror
every being reflects you
#haiku
#nature
#SelfReflection
#universe
#wind
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Calm before the storm
WHY is it always before the storm that hangs in the rain drops, that just before the storm arrives that the atmosphere, slowly began to take a shape and form over the world 🌎 For sure you can make an aura of space and time out of the deepness of the sounds, of the rain drops hitting the ground still protecting you ☔ as it falls from the skies, as the clouds begin to change. From white to gray then dark, taking forms of different stages, as the rain is echoing in the back ground like tapping, on a old tin roof that over time has become rusted, and beat up from the pounding, like...
#clouds
#earth
#rain
#storm
#wind
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flock of birds
the wind
softly
singing,
carrying
many
flocked
birds
silhouetted
against
the sky,
they are
free, come
down to
perch
and rest
before
continuing.
softly
singing,
carrying
many
flocked
birds
silhouetted
against
the sky,
they are
free, come
down to
perch
and rest
before
continuing.
#birds
#nature
#sky #wind
#sky #wind
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Disco Ball
Finally, the clouds began to unfold
as the storm tried to blow itself apart
to frame a post-zenith gibbous of gold
which lit the aurum of my midnight heart
as the wind chimes japed out a lively tune
as warm and fresh and full of tropic life
as the vernal glory oft blown in June
or fingered through an independence fife.
But then, just as quickly as revealed,
the blasting billows would as quick return
like some prohibition fast repealed
to throw some moonbeam medleys in the churn
as if chimes and beams were the discotheque ...
as the storm tried to blow itself apart
to frame a post-zenith gibbous of gold
which lit the aurum of my midnight heart
as the wind chimes japed out a lively tune
as warm and fresh and full of tropic life
as the vernal glory oft blown in June
or fingered through an independence fife.
But then, just as quickly as revealed,
the blasting billows would as quick return
like some prohibition fast repealed
to throw some moonbeam medleys in the churn
as if chimes and beams were the discotheque ...
#moon
#rain
#storm #wind
#storm #wind
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retribution
these storms
held back
by
the sun,
wanting
nothing more
than
to give
all of its
retribution,
where
nothing
is safe,
where
nothing
is pure,
taking the
comfort away
from
the masses,
and replace
it all
with fear.
held back
by
the sun,
wanting
nothing more
than
to give
all of its
retribution,
where
nothing
is safe,
where
nothing
is pure,
taking the
comfort away
from
the masses,
and replace
it all
with fear.
#nature
#rain
#sky
#storm
#wind
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Dispersion
Settling in a westering blow
of mid December cold,
she gave her customary glow
so clouds could spin in gold.
Flaxen vorticals atwirl;
sylvanite of the sky;
the mother of moonbeam pearl
and the apple of my eye!
Hypnosis in the turbulence
held me in its sway,
since ensorcellment refulgence
was peace by lunar ray.
And thus I watched the vapor swarms
advance at break of day,
blending moonlight with the rainstorms...
by photon ricochet.
of mid December cold,
she gave her customary glow
so clouds could spin in gold.
Flaxen vorticals atwirl;
sylvanite of the sky;
the mother of moonbeam pearl
and the apple of my eye!
Hypnosis in the turbulence
held me in its sway,
since ensorcellment refulgence
was peace by lunar ray.
And thus I watched the vapor swarms
advance at break of day,
blending moonlight with the rainstorms...
by photon ricochet.
#moon
#rain
#wind
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La Promesa
Recuerdo la promesa que hiciste en junio.
Estabas tocando suavemente la flauta, mi cariño.
Estaba abrumada por la balada cubana.
Estabas sentado en una roca plana junto al mar.
Estaba de pie a tu lado en la arena.
Las olas eran avanzando hacia la orilla.
Tuviste un aspecto elegante en el vestido largo blanco.
Te dije que siempre te amaría.
Las palabras que dije vinieron de mi corazón.
Prometiste amarme hasta que mueras.
El viento racheado se llevó tu amor por mí,
Y rompiste la promesa que hiciste.
Estabas tocando suavemente la flauta, mi cariño.
Estaba abrumada por la balada cubana.
Estabas sentado en una roca plana junto al mar.
Estaba de pie a tu lado en la arena.
Las olas eran avanzando hacia la orilla.
Tuviste un aspecto elegante en el vestido largo blanco.
Te dije que siempre te amaría.
Las palabras que dije vinieron de mi corazón.
Prometiste amarme hasta que mueras.
El viento racheado se llevó tu amor por mí,
Y rompiste la promesa que hiciste.
#love
#music
#sea
#wind
#girlfriend
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Baby Birds Bound
Beneath the black rainbow shadows hide
in the space where dreams and fears collide.
Balls and globes, spinning in the dark,
soap bubbles reflecting a fleeting spark.
A spectrum shrouded in an eerie hue.
Unseen colors in a night’s dew.
Not ready to fly, grounded wings,
bound by the weight of untold things.
In the silence echoes of tomorrow
wrapped in a cocoon of quiet sorrow.
The black rainbow, a solemn arc,
marking paths through the uncharted dark.
Fragile hopes like bubbles rise
yet fall back not...
in the space where dreams and fears collide.
Balls and globes, spinning in the dark,
soap bubbles reflecting a fleeting spark.
A spectrum shrouded in an eerie hue.
Unseen colors in a night’s dew.
Not ready to fly, grounded wings,
bound by the weight of untold things.
In the silence echoes of tomorrow
wrapped in a cocoon of quiet sorrow.
The black rainbow, a solemn arc,
marking paths through the uncharted dark.
Fragile hopes like bubbles rise
yet fall back not...
#birds
#mirror
#tradition
#wind
#winter
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November
The slow roll of the twilight gray
comes to kiss the day away
in nimbostratus billow sky
and silhouettes for every eye
of leafless branch and naked twig
in lumber slumber for the sprig...
we hope to see, come what may,
after winter has had its say.
comes to kiss the day away
in nimbostratus billow sky
and silhouettes for every eye
of leafless branch and naked twig
in lumber slumber for the sprig...
we hope to see, come what may,
after winter has had its say.
#wind
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An Autumn Rispetto
Something has to blast the last leaf off the tree
and all the scrub jays and squirrels know it well
as vassals of bomb cyclone authority
or a mighty atmospheric river swell...
all over their mobbing of the dangle cobb
cuz those little devils have kernels to rob
from a zephyr bandied helix wire cage...
branch moored in a gauge thick enough for rampage!
and all the scrub jays and squirrels know it well
as vassals of bomb cyclone authority
or a mighty atmospheric river swell...
all over their mobbing of the dangle cobb
cuz those little devils have kernels to rob
from a zephyr bandied helix wire cage...
branch moored in a gauge thick enough for rampage!
#animals
#storm
#wind
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Wind's song
I am the voice of the wind
The one you've forgotten
That sang lullabies to you as a child
Now I am singing a song of despair
Begging for some grown kid to remember
The soothing melodies of the sleepless nights
I am the song of the moon and the skies
The child who asked the cosmos all why's
Hear the wind's desperate cries
The one you've forgotten
That sang lullabies to you as a child
Now I am singing a song of despair
Begging for some grown kid to remember
The soothing melodies of the sleepless nights
I am the song of the moon and the skies
The child who asked the cosmos all why's
Hear the wind's desperate cries
#bittersweet
#emotions
#sadness
#universe
#wind
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A Cold, Crisp Winter
It's getting cold outside,
The chills are settling in,
Winter has now arrived,
The sign of frost has begun.
We're stlll in the season of autumn, but
Winter has now shown its face,
The days are nice, but Chilly,
Autumn has now been replaced.
The winter is cold and it's sharp,
Get ready for a frosty chill
Please wear your gloves, coats and scarfs,
For, winter time is here!!
B.R.
Date: 11/19/2024
The chills are settling in,
Winter has now arrived,
The sign of frost has begun.
We're stlll in the season of autumn, but
Winter has now shown its face,
The days are nice, but Chilly,
Autumn has now been replaced.
The winter is cold and it's sharp,
Get ready for a frosty chill
Please wear your gloves, coats and scarfs,
For, winter time is here!!
B.R.
Date: 11/19/2024
#snow
#wind
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