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.
msbellepoetry43
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 00:55am
20th Nov 2024 00:55am
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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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 11:53pm
12th Nov 2024 11:53pm
cold and wet, but there’s the rub ..
don’t like the wind and the rain
and I scurry into the
taxi
driver says, “where are we going, mate?”
I reply, somewhere
sunny,
but no hurry, and I don’t mean to be funny,
but perhaps on the way
we could stop at a pub ..
and I scurry into the
taxi
driver says, “where are we going, mate?”
I reply, somewhere
sunny,
but no hurry, and I don’t mean to be funny,
but perhaps on the way
we could stop at a pub ..
#rain
#wind
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msbellepoetry43
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 10:47pm
8th Nov 2024 10:47pm
Windy
The air is breezy and
blisteringly cold,
The wind chill is high,
The temperature is so bold.
The trees are swaying in the wind,
It's cold outside and its time to go in,
The winds are cold the day is Chilly,
It's so cold outside just call me Chilly Willy.
The Sun is out which is such a thrill, but
The Winds are crisp and
it's bringing us the chills,
In lieu of a cold and windy day,
I'll trade it for Sunshine to warm me today!!
The wind is cold but that's alright,
A nice warm comforter will bring me...
blisteringly cold,
The wind chill is high,
The temperature is so bold.
The trees are swaying in the wind,
It's cold outside and its time to go in,
The winds are cold the day is Chilly,
It's so cold outside just call me Chilly Willy.
The Sun is out which is such a thrill, but
The Winds are crisp and
it's bringing us the chills,
In lieu of a cold and windy day,
I'll trade it for Sunshine to warm me today!!
The wind is cold but that's alright,
A nice warm comforter will bring me...
#wind
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goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
5th Nov 2024 2:56pm
5th Nov 2024 2:56pm
maple leaves
at first,
just a
thought
of falling,
happy
now as
they lay,
unfaded,
but with
a whisper
from a
bitter wind,
it took
hands
that could
reach me
and
separated
us.
just a
thought
of falling,
happy
now as
they lay,
unfaded,
but with
a whisper
from a
bitter wind,
it took
hands
that could
reach me
and
separated
us.
#fall
#nature
#trees #wind
#trees #wind
78 reads
8 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
4th Nov 2024 1:26pm
4th Nov 2024 1:26pm
Non Vodka Haiku
In lieu of a kiss
moonlight bathes silent trees
tender touch of wind
moonlight bathes silent trees
tender touch of wind
#haiku
#love
#nature #wind
#nature #wind
74 reads
5 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 9:47pm
31st Oct 2024 9:47pm
Like Paper Flowers
Floating
butterflies
Free,
wingborne
paper
flowers
Haphazard
flyers!
by Jemia
butterflies
Free,
wingborne
paper
flowers
Haphazard
flyers!
by Jemia
#beauty
#butterfly
#flowers #wind
#flowers #wind
46 reads
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
27th Oct 2024 3:35pm
27th Oct 2024 3:35pm
A Dance of Shattered Glass
The glass doth break in shards
A splintered, shining rain
As crimson trails, like wounded bards
Sing low in whispered pain
The broken light doth gleam
A fractured, silent cry
And in the blood’s swift, pulsing stream
Life’s fleeting colors lie
Yon scattered glass doth show
A twisted, darkened art
A portrait born of pain and woe
Writ deep within the heart
Each shard, a mirrored face
Reflects the crimson flow
A moment’s rage, a brief disgrace
In blood and glass laid low
A splintered, shining rain
As crimson trails, like wounded bards
Sing low in whispered pain
The broken light doth gleam
A fractured, silent cry
And in the blood’s swift, pulsing stream
Life’s fleeting colors lie
Yon scattered glass doth show
A twisted, darkened art
A portrait born of pain and woe
Writ deep within the heart
Each shard, a mirrored face
Reflects the crimson flow
A moment’s rage, a brief disgrace
In blood and glass laid low
#dark
#rhyming
#storm
#violence
#wind
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goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 4:52am
22nd Oct 2024 4:52am
the blue of his shirt
the blue
of his
shirt
matched
the color
of the
ocean's
hands,
watching
the wind
fill
his sails,
he floated
on the
waters
like
an empty
shell,
he was
pushed
further out
before
he was
swallowed
up.
of his
shirt
matched
the color
of the
ocean's
hands,
watching
the wind
fill
his sails,
he floated
on the
waters
like
an empty
shell,
he was
pushed
further out
before
he was
swallowed
up.
#frustration
#regret
#sea
#storm
#wind
113 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 00:59am
21st Oct 2024 00:59am
Hearkening
Some days are chimed by gentle wind
and nimbostratus gray
almost as if Poseidon grinned
upon the land for play...
so no extremes of hot or cold,
or shadows and sunbeams,
would strike a critter as too bold
for critter self-esteems.
Thus the furtive squirrels draw near
when that state of affairs
reduces all their rodent fear
about their weather cares.
But Poseidon's weather command
at last must call it quits,
at keeping dry the squirrel land,
with nimbostratus spritz.
The...
and nimbostratus gray
almost as if Poseidon grinned
upon the land for play...
so no extremes of hot or cold,
or shadows and sunbeams,
would strike a critter as too bold
for critter self-esteems.
Thus the furtive squirrels draw near
when that state of affairs
reduces all their rodent fear
about their weather cares.
But Poseidon's weather command
at last must call it quits,
at keeping dry the squirrel land,
with nimbostratus spritz.
The...
#rain
#wind
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6 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
20th Oct 2024 00:19am
20th Oct 2024 00:19am
unsteady upon his feet
don’t like going out in a strong wind
I’m a bit of a candle, fearing being blown
over and out he said, knowing full well,
of course, no one was listening,
but it was nothing, he told himself, that
it was nothing he couldn’t handle
I’m a bit of a candle, fearing being blown
over and out he said, knowing full well,
of course, no one was listening,
but it was nothing, he told himself, that
it was nothing he couldn’t handle
#wind
65 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 12:50pm
17th Oct 2024 12:50pm
looking for your scent
I spend time
looking for you
trying to find out
where are you
where are all the wires
your feet-thoughts
your mouth-regret
where are you?
where is the ecstasy?
that you knew how to achieve
that you knew how to hide
that you knew you didn't know
time passes
glued to your feet
penances
quiet on your lips
flames
I waste my time
lurking for you
where will you be
when I'm not
looking for you?
looking for you
trying to find out
where are you
where are all the wires
your feet-thoughts
your mouth-regret
where are you?
where is the ecstasy?
that you knew how to achieve
that you knew how to hide
that you knew you didn't know
time passes
glued to your feet
penances
quiet on your lips
flames
I waste my time
lurking for you
where will you be
when I'm not
looking for you?
#crush
#rain
#revenge
#secrets
#wind
106 reads
4 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
5th Oct 2024 1:11pm
5th Oct 2024 1:11pm
Wooded Vales and Howling Winds
The wind is old in the wooded vales
its voice a rusted knife
it carves the air in fragile tones
where twilight sleeps with life
A shape has stirred; you see it not
but feel its ancient crawl
in breaths between the withered leaves
where shadows rise and fall
The trees are brittle silhouettes
they strain, they stoop, they stare
but it’s the wind, the wind alone
that presses through the air
Or is it? For something darker hums
a lull beneath its cry
A hunch, a sense, a phantom brush
of wings that...
its voice a rusted knife
it carves the air in fragile tones
where twilight sleeps with life
A shape has stirred; you see it not
but feel its ancient crawl
in breaths between the withered leaves
where shadows rise and fall
The trees are brittle silhouettes
they strain, they stoop, they stare
but it’s the wind, the wind alone
that presses through the air
Or is it? For something darker hums
a lull beneath its cry
A hunch, a sense, a phantom brush
of wings that...
#dark
#forest
#scary #wind
#scary #wind
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