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.
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
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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
155 reads
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
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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
98 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
75 reads
2 Comments
Everavalon
Poem Published
28th Sep 2024 12:21pm
28th Sep 2024 12:21pm
The arc of the pine— with Thepalestrider
The virulent tempest
In the cruel blade of midday
Now rages forth unyielding
An ovation in grey
The crease of the fescue
The arc of the pine
Bend and break before it
In a most crooked line
Mantled eclipses
With sable designs
Spread shadow like poison
Through trembling vines
Now dusk is no refuge
For the storm still proceeds
With lightning that rends
Both the sky and the trees
The rocks split asunder
Where the fire takes hold
And the world burns...
In the cruel blade of midday
Now rages forth unyielding
An ovation in grey
The crease of the fescue
The arc of the pine
Bend and break before it
In a most crooked line
Mantled eclipses
With sable designs
Spread shadow like poison
Through trembling vines
Now dusk is no refuge
For the storm still proceeds
With lightning that rends
Both the sky and the trees
The rocks split asunder
Where the fire takes hold
And the world burns...
#rain
#storm
#wind
135 reads
4 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
29th Aug 2024 8:18am
29th Aug 2024 8:18am
night and day
Day & Night
It was still dark morning when I left
the nightclub, a place where one can
be sure not to meet reality
I saw a river of people coming out of
the subway filling streets with heavy
steps and murmur
as daylight came, neon light shivered
and became ugly words on buildings
reality had blinded them
At the end of the day, as night sunk
like a blanket on towns, people were
going home from workplaces
The neon light came back on tell
a story of an alternative where all
is fake, like Ronaldo's scoring...
It was still dark morning when I left
the nightclub, a place where one can
be sure not to meet reality
I saw a river of people coming out of
the subway filling streets with heavy
steps and murmur
as daylight came, neon light shivered
and became ugly words on buildings
reality had blinded them
At the end of the day, as night sunk
like a blanket on towns, people were
going home from workplaces
The neon light came back on tell
a story of an alternative where all
is fake, like Ronaldo's scoring...
#rain
#rainbow
#snow
#storm
#wind
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PAR
Poem Published
19th Aug 2024 12:25pm
19th Aug 2024 12:25pm
In the vast expanse of the garden
Such a grand kingdom.
The petals flutter like candles
in the breeze they spin.
Let secrets whisper
tales from distant lands.
In this verdant haven
where time passes
through our hands.
Flowers bloom like coral,
vibrant and bright,
in the warm embrace of the sun.
They bask in the violet light.
Paths wind like chains,
winding and free,
through this lush sanctuary
where dreams come to be.
Dance of the butterflies
like creatures from the deep.
In this green expanse
where the memories we keep....
The petals flutter like candles
in the breeze they spin.
Let secrets whisper
tales from distant lands.
In this verdant haven
where time passes
through our hands.
Flowers bloom like coral,
vibrant and bright,
in the warm embrace of the sun.
They bask in the violet light.
Paths wind like chains,
winding and free,
through this lush sanctuary
where dreams come to be.
Dance of the butterflies
like creatures from the deep.
In this green expanse
where the memories we keep....
#clouds
#flowers
#mirror
#sea
#wind
67 reads
2 Comments
Dreamer4ever1979
Poem Published
13th Aug 2024 7:03am
13th Aug 2024 7:03am
Trees of Mellow
Leaves fall from the trees of mellow,
with a simple blow of natures hello.
Announcing to be known,
for it was mother natures evil clone.
All alone.
Alone to itself, yet not to the rest.
Nature opens herself to the world,
to relieve some excessive stress.
Stress that plays chess with human life.
Checking many, but few to none.
Getting too near would enhance ones fear.
Lone and behold, but stay in control.
Gusty winds cometh to sendeth,
vastly stretched miles.
Rotation is evident, yet very...
with a simple blow of natures hello.
Announcing to be known,
for it was mother natures evil clone.
All alone.
Alone to itself, yet not to the rest.
Nature opens herself to the world,
to relieve some excessive stress.
Stress that plays chess with human life.
Checking many, but few to none.
Getting too near would enhance ones fear.
Lone and behold, but stay in control.
Gusty winds cometh to sendeth,
vastly stretched miles.
Rotation is evident, yet very...
#fall
#nature
#storm
#trees
#wind
63 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
8th Aug 2024 2:34pm
8th Aug 2024 2:34pm
Musty Wallpaper #1
In the shadows of the night, where silence is king,
murmurs arise from a past that has not disappeared.
In dark corridors, where light dares not enter,
echoes of laments of souls in pain.
The wind whispers secrets of pain.
Stories of blood and pure gore.
Doors creak revealing scenes of horror
where death dances in macabre fervor.
Candles flicker, shadows come to life.
In every corner a lost story.
Empty eyes, without shine, without color,
reflect the abyss and eternal dread.
On the floor, marks of a cruel fate, ...
murmurs arise from a past that has not disappeared.
In dark corridors, where light dares not enter,
echoes of laments of souls in pain.
The wind whispers secrets of pain.
Stories of blood and pure gore.
Doors creak revealing scenes of horror
where death dances in macabre fervor.
Candles flicker, shadows come to life.
In every corner a lost story.
Empty eyes, without shine, without color,
reflect the abyss and eternal dread.
On the floor, marks of a cruel fate, ...
#aging
#ghosts
#memories
#mirror
#wind
92 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2024 5:49pm
2nd Aug 2024 5:49pm
the wrinkles of the wind
my babuska
used to talk to the wind
used words
strange and silent
she asked favors from the wind
she blew in the ears of the wind
things the wind should do
and the wind shook the curtains
threw everything on the floor
the wind was excited
to the sound of my babuska's voice
used to talk to the wind
used words
strange and silent
she asked favors from the wind
she blew in the ears of the wind
things the wind should do
and the wind shook the curtains
threw everything on the floor
the wind was excited
to the sound of my babuska's voice
#aging
#LifeStruggles
#magic
#storm
#wind
67 reads
2 Comments
AmyMMosier
Poem Published
19th Jul 2024 12:44pm
19th Jul 2024 12:44pm
The wind hears many secrets
The wind hears many secrets
As he blows at his election.
Only a hearer at best –
He mulls them over and again
But doesn’t repeat or think aloud
For there are too many to recount.
The wind also has many lovers –
Appreciating the trees –
Caressing the flowers
And cooling warm cheeks
But preferring to roam –
Blows away to a place unknown.
As he blows at his election.
Only a hearer at best –
He mulls them over and again
But doesn’t repeat or think aloud
For there are too many to recount.
The wind also has many lovers –
Appreciating the trees –
Caressing the flowers
And cooling warm cheeks
But preferring to roam –
Blows away to a place unknown.
#wind
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