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.
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2023 5:59am
3rd Jun 2023 5:59am
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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0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2023 8:34pm
2nd Jun 2023 8:34pm
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
323 reads
4 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
26th May 2023 8:41pm
26th May 2023 8:41pm
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
160 reads
3 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
15th May 2023 1:26pm
15th May 2023 1:26pm
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
120 reads
5 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
14th May 2023 8:54pm
14th May 2023 8:54pm
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
189 reads
10 Comments
moroccanpoet
Poem Published
26th Apr 2023 8:21pm
26th Apr 2023 8:21pm
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
198 reads
2 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
24th Apr 2023 1:06pm
24th Apr 2023 1:06pm
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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0 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2023 10:25pm
22nd Apr 2023 10:25pm
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
130 reads
3 Comments
captainhuckleberry
Hannah.
Hannah.
Poem Published
15th Apr 2023 5:14pm
15th Apr 2023 5:14pm
A Reiteration of the Forgotten
The old grandfather clock strikes its last chime
A gust of wind follows the curve of the hill down to the mooring dock
Ruffles the feathers of the silver swan sleeping in the reeds
Sit, legs crossed, on the entryway rug
Waiting silently for the door to open, to bang against the broken stopper
A deep gash in the scuffed wooden floors distorts the moonlight seeping down from the clouds
The wind in the aspens howls and groans
It creaks the window panes and strips the paint from the outdoor porch swing
Heaven forbid this is the last time ...
A gust of wind follows the curve of the hill down to the mooring dock
Ruffles the feathers of the silver swan sleeping in the reeds
Sit, legs crossed, on the entryway rug
Waiting silently for the door to open, to bang against the broken stopper
A deep gash in the scuffed wooden floors distorts the moonlight seeping down from the clouds
The wind in the aspens howls and groans
It creaks the window panes and strips the paint from the outdoor porch swing
Heaven forbid this is the last time ...
#grief
#loneliness
#night
#wind
#emptiness
121 reads
2 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
6th Apr 2023 5:18pm
6th Apr 2023 5:18pm
It's All Relative
It's early April and
a young woman just walked past my garden gate
wearing a pair of jeans with a bikini top.
As a pedant with a weather station,
I checked the outdoor temperature:
at 14 degrees C,
it objectively isn't bikini weather
but this got me thinking
about how many of our perceptions of the world
are Relative.
Like, maybe she feels it is hot
compared to the still-chilly nights
and the snow day we had last month.
Like, how lukewarm water feels hot
upon frozen fingers.
Like, how the days feel so long now ...
a young woman just walked past my garden gate
wearing a pair of jeans with a bikini top.
As a pedant with a weather station,
I checked the outdoor temperature:
at 14 degrees C,
it objectively isn't bikini weather
but this got me thinking
about how many of our perceptions of the world
are Relative.
Like, maybe she feels it is hot
compared to the still-chilly nights
and the snow day we had last month.
Like, how lukewarm water feels hot
upon frozen fingers.
Like, how the days feel so long now ...
#wind
#nature
#philosophical #NaPoWriMo2023
#philosophical #NaPoWriMo2023
95 reads
1 Comment
bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
31st Mar 2023 9:51pm
31st Mar 2023 9:51pm
Psithurism
whispering breezes move through the trees
softly singing in rustling leaves
on tip of tongue sounding like words
like the flapping of wings in a flock of birds
hush, whoosh, whistle and blow
sussurating as they go
murmuring something on the way
they keep moving, they can't stay...
molecules coalescing as one
like birds in the sky having some fun
weaving and diving past everything
invisible yet they seem to sing
a song that everybody knows
whispering something as the air blows
into the forest and through...
softly singing in rustling leaves
on tip of tongue sounding like words
like the flapping of wings in a flock of birds
hush, whoosh, whistle and blow
sussurating as they go
murmuring something on the way
they keep moving, they can't stay...
molecules coalescing as one
like birds in the sky having some fun
weaving and diving past everything
invisible yet they seem to sing
a song that everybody knows
whispering something as the air blows
into the forest and through...
#wind
#nature
193 reads
4 Comments
Naajir
Bumped 23rd Mar 2023 11:04pm
29th Apr 2018 8:48pm
29th Apr 2018 8:48pm
Sabbatical Of The Soul
welcome to
the land birthed
in poetry
where
nature harmonizes
with the human
serenading
the senses
as soft winds
whisper remembrance
of naive youthful
simplicity
spontaneous in
experience
gifting
elemental silence
as the
only audience
to roaming thoughts
decompressing
the mind
oxygenating the soul
reviving the
spirited traveler
within
in a space
secreted from society ...
the land birthed
in poetry
where
nature harmonizes
with the human
serenading
the senses
as soft winds
whisper remembrance
of naive youthful
simplicity
spontaneous in
experience
gifting
elemental silence
as the
only audience
to roaming thoughts
decompressing
the mind
oxygenating the soul
reviving the
spirited traveler
within
in a space
secreted from society ...
#earth
#trees
#water
#wind
#nature
686 reads
8 Comments
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