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.
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
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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
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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
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another windsong
The little reed, bending to the force of the wind, soon stood
upright again when the storm had passed over.”—Aesop
the wind, the wind,
sometimes so wicked kind!
teasing the wings of boys and girls at play.
i'll find, i'll find
the smiles i've left behind,
for i am going to have a lovely day.
the air, the air,
full of the birds' fanfare,
is calling me to soar above the trees.
up there, up there,
wind music i shall hear
and hum the newest hillsong melodies.
unwind, unwind,
but leave me...
upright again when the storm had passed over.”—Aesop
the wind, the wind,
sometimes so wicked kind!
teasing the wings of boys and girls at play.
i'll find, i'll find
the smiles i've left behind,
for i am going to have a lovely day.
the air, the air,
full of the birds' fanfare,
is calling me to soar above the trees.
up there, up there,
wind music i shall hear
and hum the newest hillsong melodies.
unwind, unwind,
but leave me...
#children
#trees
#wind
#nature
#music
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Hue Ado
Oh dare to give your full attention
To the rise of The Strawberry moon!
Who deserves an honorable mention
For leaving romantics aswoon!
All year long there's no superior blend
Of pale pink and twilight's rosy hue
Presaging the vernal season's end
In a glorious ambiance ado...
That goes on and on, for not long enough,
To tease out winter's final dregs of cold,
When Zephyrs yoke to a Boreal puff
To blow fair kisses off to summer's gold,
Celebrating the thermometer's climb...
As surely as almanacs keeping time!
To the rise of The Strawberry moon!
Who deserves an honorable mention
For leaving romantics aswoon!
All year long there's no superior blend
Of pale pink and twilight's rosy hue
Presaging the vernal season's end
In a glorious ambiance ado...
That goes on and on, for not long enough,
To tease out winter's final dregs of cold,
When Zephyrs yoke to a Boreal puff
To blow fair kisses off to summer's gold,
Celebrating the thermometer's climb...
As surely as almanacs keeping time!
#moon
#sky
#wind
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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
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aeolian wind—a poet’s reflection
True courage is like a kite; a contrary wind
raises it higher.—Jean Antoine Petit-Senn
there must be something to be said for the wind
breathing e’er so gently on my face,
then swiftly is gone, while my feet here are pinned,
my arms open wide for her embrace.
is it not a song that i hear on the wind?
well its lyric lines assume their place,
that they may amend human frailties of mind—
melodies nuanced with so much grace!
when cavernous rocks catch the swell of the wind,
there is an orchestra in the race ...
raises it higher.—Jean Antoine Petit-Senn
there must be something to be said for the wind
breathing e’er so gently on my face,
then swiftly is gone, while my feet here are pinned,
my arms open wide for her embrace.
is it not a song that i hear on the wind?
well its lyric lines assume their place,
that they may amend human frailties of mind—
melodies nuanced with so much grace!
when cavernous rocks catch the swell of the wind,
there is an orchestra in the race ...
#dreams
#wind
#silence
#nature
#meditation
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The Sound of the Wind
Your shadow
(immune to wind)
pass by me
and remains unharmed
in slow step.
Your quiet shadow
(no colors)
revolves
on the stones
of this floor!
Your shadow
(deep gray)
is the flag
from an unknown country
fluttering in the wind!
I scream
(mouth wide open)
at the top of the ravine
your most intimate name
and the wind
does not recognize
the sound of my voice.
I run
(with eyes closed)
the labyrinth
of your overwrought thoughts
by objects of...
(immune to wind)
pass by me
and remains unharmed
in slow step.
Your quiet shadow
(no colors)
revolves
on the stones
of this floor!
Your shadow
(deep gray)
is the flag
from an unknown country
fluttering in the wind!
I scream
(mouth wide open)
at the top of the ravine
your most intimate name
and the wind
does not recognize
the sound of my voice.
I run
(with eyes closed)
the labyrinth
of your overwrought thoughts
by objects of...
#rain
#wind
#spiritual
#travel
#pagan
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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
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first radiation
The light of dawn came
Life with the soft, glowing colors of a new day
The rising sun each day bathes the shoreline with ethereal light
The darkness recedes like shades of yellow
And an orange bolt across the sky heralds the coming of the sun as it twinkles
At the edge of the world still wearing a black velvet night blanket
Sun-kissed weathered rocks with the murmur of an ebb tide
Misty water weaves its way through the cracks in ethereal ribbons that flow effortlessly
In a slow, hypnotic ballet where every new day is born
It's a front row...
Life with the soft, glowing colors of a new day
The rising sun each day bathes the shoreline with ethereal light
The darkness recedes like shades of yellow
And an orange bolt across the sky heralds the coming of the sun as it twinkles
At the edge of the world still wearing a black velvet night blanket
Sun-kissed weathered rocks with the murmur of an ebb tide
Misty water weaves its way through the cracks in ethereal ribbons that flow effortlessly
In a slow, hypnotic ballet where every new day is born
It's a front row...
#sea
#beach
#morning #wind
#morning #wind
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A Flatulating Tale of Research
24/30
A Flatulating Tale of Research
Why when I go looking for information
about eggplants, specifically speaking,
Fairytale Eggplants
found very little data
having nothing to do with cooking!!
I now know how to
Grill, Wok, Sauté, Roast, Bake, Deep Fry
the bulbous purplish vegetable
that is really a berry
Waaaaaay more info than I
wanted, bargained for
I did, however, come across a folktale
relating to breaking wind
something about a Golden Eggplant
and while trying to find ...
A Flatulating Tale of Research
Why when I go looking for information
about eggplants, specifically speaking,
Fairytale Eggplants
found very little data
having nothing to do with cooking!!
I now know how to
Grill, Wok, Sauté, Roast, Bake, Deep Fry
the bulbous purplish vegetable
that is really a berry
Waaaaaay more info than I
wanted, bargained for
I did, however, come across a folktale
relating to breaking wind
something about a Golden Eggplant
and while trying to find ...
#wind
#food
#NaPoWriMo2023
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Planting Day
plan for today:
plant corn beans squash
eggplant tomatoes cucumbers
what i actually did:
repaired the gate
javalina broke into the garden
(they left hoof prints as evidence)
replanted onions
they dug up but didn’t eat
replaced soil
they kicked out of the raised beds
re-staked uprooted
peach sapling
picked up pieces of
broken flowerpot
same culprits?
-could have been a jackrabbit
(no hoof prints on the patio)
picked up wicker chairs ...
plant corn beans squash
eggplant tomatoes cucumbers
what i actually did:
repaired the gate
javalina broke into the garden
(they left hoof prints as evidence)
replanted onions
they dug up but didn’t eat
replaced soil
they kicked out of the raised beds
re-staked uprooted
peach sapling
picked up pieces of
broken flowerpot
same culprits?
-could have been a jackrabbit
(no hoof prints on the patio)
picked up wicker chairs ...
#LifeStruggles
#animals
#wind #nature
#wind #nature
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