Poems About Wind Published by Members Recently Online
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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
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4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
4th Apr 2019 7:26pm
4th Apr 2019 7:26pm
The Peace Bell
Nestled between two canyons in the mountains,
The temple stands with a glorious silence,
Up here, you can only hear the wind,
Whispering something old to your soul.
Up here, away from the bustle of the city
There is a peace that’s quiet and unheard,
It’s a place where you can focus and meditate,
Finding compassion for the world.
Inside the temple amid the jade and incense,
There is a reverence that no words can express,
The mind then seems to feel a balance,
Up here where the silence fills your breath.
...
The temple stands with a glorious silence,
Up here, you can only hear the wind,
Whispering something old to your soul.
Up here, away from the bustle of the city
There is a peace that’s quiet and unheard,
It’s a place where you can focus and meditate,
Finding compassion for the world.
Inside the temple amid the jade and incense,
There is a reverence that no words can express,
The mind then seems to feel a balance,
Up here where the silence fills your breath.
...
#hope
#wind
#nature #NaPoWriMo2019
#nature #NaPoWriMo2019
1008 reads
10 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
4th Apr 2019 7:26pm
4th Apr 2019 7:26pm
The Peace Bell
Nestled between two canyons in the mountains,
The temple stands with a glorious silence,
Up here, you can only hear the wind,
Whispering something old to your soul.
Up here, away from the bustle of the city
There is a peace that’s quiet and unheard,
It’s a place where you can focus and meditate,
Finding compassion for the world.
Inside the temple amid the jade and incense,
There is a reverence that no words can express,
The mind then seems to feel a balance,
Up here where the silence fills your breath.
...
The temple stands with a glorious silence,
Up here, you can only hear the wind,
Whispering something old to your soul.
Up here, away from the bustle of the city
There is a peace that’s quiet and unheard,
It’s a place where you can focus and meditate,
Finding compassion for the world.
Inside the temple amid the jade and incense,
There is a reverence that no words can express,
The mind then seems to feel a balance,
Up here where the silence fills your breath.
...
#hope
#wind
#nature #NaPoWriMo2019
#nature #NaPoWriMo2019
1008 reads
10 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
4th Apr 2019 7:26pm
4th Apr 2019 7:26pm
The Peace Bell
Nestled between two canyons in the mountains,
The temple stands with a glorious silence,
Up here, you can only hear the wind,
Whispering something old to your soul.
Up here, away from the bustle of the city
There is a peace that’s quiet and unheard,
It’s a place where you can focus and meditate,
Finding compassion for the world.
Inside the temple amid the jade and incense,
There is a reverence that no words can express,
The mind then seems to feel a balance,
Up here where the silence fills your breath.
...
The temple stands with a glorious silence,
Up here, you can only hear the wind,
Whispering something old to your soul.
Up here, away from the bustle of the city
There is a peace that’s quiet and unheard,
It’s a place where you can focus and meditate,
Finding compassion for the world.
Inside the temple amid the jade and incense,
There is a reverence that no words can express,
The mind then seems to feel a balance,
Up here where the silence fills your breath.
...
#hope
#wind
#nature #NaPoWriMo2019
#nature #NaPoWriMo2019
1008 reads
10 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
4th Apr 2019 7:26pm
4th Apr 2019 7:26pm
The Peace Bell
Nestled between two canyons in the mountains,
The temple stands with a glorious silence,
Up here, you can only hear the wind,
Whispering something old to your soul.
Up here, away from the bustle of the city
There is a peace that’s quiet and unheard,
It’s a place where you can focus and meditate,
Finding compassion for the world.
Inside the temple amid the jade and incense,
There is a reverence that no words can express,
The mind then seems to feel a balance,
Up here where the silence fills your breath.
...
The temple stands with a glorious silence,
Up here, you can only hear the wind,
Whispering something old to your soul.
Up here, away from the bustle of the city
There is a peace that’s quiet and unheard,
It’s a place where you can focus and meditate,
Finding compassion for the world.
Inside the temple amid the jade and incense,
There is a reverence that no words can express,
The mind then seems to feel a balance,
Up here where the silence fills your breath.
...
#hope
#wind
#nature #NaPoWriMo2019
#nature #NaPoWriMo2019
1008 reads
10 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
28th Aug 2020 2:43pm
28th Aug 2020 2:43pm
MY FAVORITE RAINBOW COLOR
As the storm rages
and the billows roar
and the wind sings
its own songs;
as promised the storm
passes, the sky starts
to clear, the birds begin
to sing and harvest their meal;
and there, as promised,
is the rainbow with its
amazing hues: yellow, green,
crimson, and blue all perfectly
painted by the hands of nature;
as the sun shines behind the
rare work of art, I am fascinated
by my favorite color, blue...why?
I'll tell you why after the next storm.
and the billows roar
and the wind sings
its own songs;
as promised the storm
passes, the sky starts
to clear, the birds begin
to sing and harvest their meal;
and there, as promised,
is the rainbow with its
amazing hues: yellow, green,
crimson, and blue all perfectly
painted by the hands of nature;
as the sun shines behind the
rare work of art, I am fascinated
by my favorite color, blue...why?
I'll tell you why after the next storm.
#rain
#storm
#rainbow #wind
#rainbow #wind
511 reads
3 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
28th Aug 2020 2:43pm
28th Aug 2020 2:43pm
MY FAVORITE RAINBOW COLOR
As the storm rages
and the billows roar
and the wind sings
its own songs;
as promised the storm
passes, the sky starts
to clear, the birds begin
to sing and harvest their meal;
and there, as promised,
is the rainbow with its
amazing hues: yellow, green,
crimson, and blue all perfectly
painted by the hands of nature;
as the sun shines behind the
rare work of art, I am fascinated
by my favorite color, blue...why?
I'll tell you why after the next storm.
and the billows roar
and the wind sings
its own songs;
as promised the storm
passes, the sky starts
to clear, the birds begin
to sing and harvest their meal;
and there, as promised,
is the rainbow with its
amazing hues: yellow, green,
crimson, and blue all perfectly
painted by the hands of nature;
as the sun shines behind the
rare work of art, I am fascinated
by my favorite color, blue...why?
I'll tell you why after the next storm.
#rain
#storm
#rainbow #wind
#rainbow #wind
511 reads
3 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
28th Aug 2020 2:43pm
28th Aug 2020 2:43pm
MY FAVORITE RAINBOW COLOR
As the storm rages
and the billows roar
and the wind sings
its own songs;
as promised the storm
passes, the sky starts
to clear, the birds begin
to sing and harvest their meal;
and there, as promised,
is the rainbow with its
amazing hues: yellow, green,
crimson, and blue all perfectly
painted by the hands of nature;
as the sun shines behind the
rare work of art, I am fascinated
by my favorite color, blue...why?
I'll tell you why after the next storm.
and the billows roar
and the wind sings
its own songs;
as promised the storm
passes, the sky starts
to clear, the birds begin
to sing and harvest their meal;
and there, as promised,
is the rainbow with its
amazing hues: yellow, green,
crimson, and blue all perfectly
painted by the hands of nature;
as the sun shines behind the
rare work of art, I am fascinated
by my favorite color, blue...why?
I'll tell you why after the next storm.
#rain
#storm
#rainbow #wind
#rainbow #wind
511 reads
3 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
28th Aug 2020 2:43pm
28th Aug 2020 2:43pm
MY FAVORITE RAINBOW COLOR
As the storm rages
and the billows roar
and the wind sings
its own songs;
as promised the storm
passes, the sky starts
to clear, the birds begin
to sing and harvest their meal;
and there, as promised,
is the rainbow with its
amazing hues: yellow, green,
crimson, and blue all perfectly
painted by the hands of nature;
as the sun shines behind the
rare work of art, I am fascinated
by my favorite color, blue...why?
I'll tell you why after the next storm.
and the billows roar
and the wind sings
its own songs;
as promised the storm
passes, the sky starts
to clear, the birds begin
to sing and harvest their meal;
and there, as promised,
is the rainbow with its
amazing hues: yellow, green,
crimson, and blue all perfectly
painted by the hands of nature;
as the sun shines behind the
rare work of art, I am fascinated
by my favorite color, blue...why?
I'll tell you why after the next storm.
#rain
#storm
#rainbow #wind
#rainbow #wind
511 reads
3 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
341 reads
9 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
341 reads
9 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
341 reads
9 Comments
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