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.
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
96 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
70 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
70 reads
0 Comments
tell_me_wy
Poem Published
18th Jul 2024 4:58am
18th Jul 2024 4:58am
Nature
The evening breeze
Lingers
In the trees
How they sigh
Like the seas
Which also know
The playful touch
Of all the wind’s
Tender moods,
And revel in them much
Lingers
In the trees
How they sigh
Like the seas
Which also know
The playful touch
Of all the wind’s
Tender moods,
And revel in them much
#sea
#trees
#wind
112 reads
3 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
17th Jul 2024 1:12pm
17th Jul 2024 1:12pm
Dream unfolded
From that corner you can see the house
Anchored to the dogs in the sun (dormant)
As if the river no longer had teeth
Absorbed in his thoughts
Silent as barked birch trees
Still floating in a volatile stillness
Once the war is lost, we have to hold on to the air
Write the laws in washed stone
Repeat the litany of saints (dormant)
Treating everything like there is no tomorrow
Again and again, and once again
Leave the wings against the wall
Hear the wind pass and carry the feathers
Rhyming river with house...
Anchored to the dogs in the sun (dormant)
As if the river no longer had teeth
Absorbed in his thoughts
Silent as barked birch trees
Still floating in a volatile stillness
Once the war is lost, we have to hold on to the air
Write the laws in washed stone
Repeat the litany of saints (dormant)
Treating everything like there is no tomorrow
Again and again, and once again
Leave the wings against the wall
Hear the wind pass and carry the feathers
Rhyming river with house...
#fish
#home
#redemption
#river
#wind
93 reads
4 Comments
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
294 reads
9 Comments
Dre_k47
AnDre James
AnDre James
Poem Published
8th Jul 2024 10:13pm
8th Jul 2024 10:13pm
Whispers of Passion
Zephyr light as a feather's touch,
Caress the lone wanderer's soul as such.
In the meadow's soft embrace they lay,
Bodies entwined at break of day.
Passion's heat, a fervent blaze,
Ignites their souls in wild craze.
Whispers echo, desires ignite,
Underneath the stars' soft light.
Lips meet in a fervent, hungry kiss,
A dance of tongues, pure bliss.
Hands roam freely, exploring deep,
Secrets whispered, promises they keep.
Nipples harden, breasts heave and swell,
As desire's flame begins to swell.
Hips sway,...
Caress the lone wanderer's soul as such.
In the meadow's soft embrace they lay,
Bodies entwined at break of day.
Passion's heat, a fervent blaze,
Ignites their souls in wild craze.
Whispers echo, desires ignite,
Underneath the stars' soft light.
Lips meet in a fervent, hungry kiss,
A dance of tongues, pure bliss.
Hands roam freely, exploring deep,
Secrets whispered, promises they keep.
Nipples harden, breasts heave and swell,
As desire's flame begins to swell.
Hips sway,...
#relationships
#romantic
#wind
220 reads
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
8th Jul 2024 8:57pm
8th Jul 2024 8:57pm
Softy Savored On The Wind
Whispers felt afar
Carried out to the universe on a feather of the blowing wind
So gently felt, closing one’s eyes, tender caressed to inspire
Memorizing as I’m consumed by the warmth of its vehement inferno passion
Hungering in vain to worship its truth
Bathe in it delight
To embrace in its deliverance
To dance within its resonate madness
Mirages from the essence of your soul
Engraved by my touch, my scent, my taste
Blending within your mind, your soul
The veil of desire, my lust, tattoo upon in the midnight hour
...
Carried out to the universe on a feather of the blowing wind
So gently felt, closing one’s eyes, tender caressed to inspire
Memorizing as I’m consumed by the warmth of its vehement inferno passion
Hungering in vain to worship its truth
Bathe in it delight
To embrace in its deliverance
To dance within its resonate madness
Mirages from the essence of your soul
Engraved by my touch, my scent, my taste
Blending within your mind, your soul
The veil of desire, my lust, tattoo upon in the midnight hour
...
#love
#passion
#wind
282 reads
12 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
7th Jul 2024 8:56pm
7th Jul 2024 8:56pm
beryllium
In the center of a hurricane there is absolute peace and
quiet. There is no safer place than in the center of the will
of God.”—Corrie Ten Boom
her kiss was not the dew at dawn,
her rouge no golden hue;
the spirit of the gentle faun
found here no xanadu.
she raped the wealth of pleasant lands,
havocked the caribbleau,
life’s peace accord, torn, in her hands,
her winds a wild tableau.
pillaging roofs and trees and boats,
her anger made a stew,
transporting pigs and cows and goats
far from their...
quiet. There is no safer place than in the center of the will
of God.”—Corrie Ten Boom
her kiss was not the dew at dawn,
her rouge no golden hue;
the spirit of the gentle faun
found here no xanadu.
she raped the wealth of pleasant lands,
havocked the caribbleau,
life’s peace accord, torn, in her hands,
her winds a wild tableau.
pillaging roofs and trees and boats,
her anger made a stew,
transporting pigs and cows and goats
far from their...
#environment
#rain
#storm
#water
#wind
130 reads
0 Comments
tell_me_wy
Poem Published
4th Jul 2024 7:35pm
4th Jul 2024 7:35pm
Wind 10w
An Autumn tree
blushing,
she
lets me
disrobe her
slowly
blushing,
she
lets me
disrobe her
slowly
#fall
#lover
#nature
#sensual
#wind
162 reads
2 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2024 1:58am
2nd Jul 2024 1:58am
July
The swish and hiss,
the secrets of the summer trees.
As the breeze's bliss
ruffles sun baked naked leaves.
Radiant electric blue sky.
Neon rogue clouds
hold dreams in refusal to die.
The first day of July,
was a gusty blustery day.
Sometimes,
there exists no why.
Just a way.
the secrets of the summer trees.
As the breeze's bliss
ruffles sun baked naked leaves.
Radiant electric blue sky.
Neon rogue clouds
hold dreams in refusal to die.
The first day of July,
was a gusty blustery day.
Sometimes,
there exists no why.
Just a way.
#sky
#summer
#wind
157 reads
19 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
10th Jun 2024 2:38am
10th Jun 2024 2:38am
Whooshing Dance
All of the trees are doing the whooshing dance.
Their sway calls forth a primitive trance. .
Oh lovely reckless leaves.
Mysteriously rattle with voracious breeze.
Reminds us we beat with life.
Despite our mind's yearning deep dives.
Gusty voluptuous velocity.
Refreshes the stagnant heat.
While ferocious pleasure seizes.
With the whooshing dance shaking trees.
Their sway calls forth a primitive trance. .
Oh lovely reckless leaves.
Mysteriously rattle with voracious breeze.
Reminds us we beat with life.
Despite our mind's yearning deep dives.
Gusty voluptuous velocity.
Refreshes the stagnant heat.
While ferocious pleasure seizes.
With the whooshing dance shaking trees.
#summer
#trees
#wind
157 reads
21 Comments
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