Poems About Wind Published by Members Recently Online
#wind
PAR
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 10:33am
26th Nov 2024 10:33am
Baby Birds Bound
Beneath the black rainbow shadows hide
in the space where dreams and fears collide.
Balls and globes, spinning in the dark,
soap bubbles reflecting a fleeting spark.
A spectrum shrouded in an eerie hue.
Unseen colors in a night’s dew.
Not ready to fly, grounded wings,
bound by the weight of untold things.
In the silence echoes of tomorrow
wrapped in a cocoon of quiet sorrow.
The black rainbow, a solemn arc,
marking paths through the uncharted dark.
Fragile hopes like bubbles rise
yet fall back not...
in the space where dreams and fears collide.
Balls and globes, spinning in the dark,
soap bubbles reflecting a fleeting spark.
A spectrum shrouded in an eerie hue.
Unseen colors in a night’s dew.
Not ready to fly, grounded wings,
bound by the weight of untold things.
In the silence echoes of tomorrow
wrapped in a cocoon of quiet sorrow.
The black rainbow, a solemn arc,
marking paths through the uncharted dark.
Fragile hopes like bubbles rise
yet fall back not...
#birds
#mirror
#tradition
#wind
#winter
76 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 10:33am
26th Nov 2024 10:33am
Baby Birds Bound
Beneath the black rainbow shadows hide
in the space where dreams and fears collide.
Balls and globes, spinning in the dark,
soap bubbles reflecting a fleeting spark.
A spectrum shrouded in an eerie hue.
Unseen colors in a night’s dew.
Not ready to fly, grounded wings,
bound by the weight of untold things.
In the silence echoes of tomorrow
wrapped in a cocoon of quiet sorrow.
The black rainbow, a solemn arc,
marking paths through the uncharted dark.
Fragile hopes like bubbles rise
yet fall back not...
in the space where dreams and fears collide.
Balls and globes, spinning in the dark,
soap bubbles reflecting a fleeting spark.
A spectrum shrouded in an eerie hue.
Unseen colors in a night’s dew.
Not ready to fly, grounded wings,
bound by the weight of untold things.
In the silence echoes of tomorrow
wrapped in a cocoon of quiet sorrow.
The black rainbow, a solemn arc,
marking paths through the uncharted dark.
Fragile hopes like bubbles rise
yet fall back not...
#birds
#mirror
#tradition
#wind
#winter
76 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 10:33am
26th Nov 2024 10:33am
Baby Birds Bound
Beneath the black rainbow shadows hide
in the space where dreams and fears collide.
Balls and globes, spinning in the dark,
soap bubbles reflecting a fleeting spark.
A spectrum shrouded in an eerie hue.
Unseen colors in a night’s dew.
Not ready to fly, grounded wings,
bound by the weight of untold things.
In the silence echoes of tomorrow
wrapped in a cocoon of quiet sorrow.
The black rainbow, a solemn arc,
marking paths through the uncharted dark.
Fragile hopes like bubbles rise
yet fall back not...
in the space where dreams and fears collide.
Balls and globes, spinning in the dark,
soap bubbles reflecting a fleeting spark.
A spectrum shrouded in an eerie hue.
Unseen colors in a night’s dew.
Not ready to fly, grounded wings,
bound by the weight of untold things.
In the silence echoes of tomorrow
wrapped in a cocoon of quiet sorrow.
The black rainbow, a solemn arc,
marking paths through the uncharted dark.
Fragile hopes like bubbles rise
yet fall back not...
#birds
#mirror
#tradition
#wind
#winter
76 reads
4 Comments
InDreamz
Poem Published
6th Sep 2021 2:46pm
6th Sep 2021 2:46pm
The daisies and the wind
The joyful daisies danced
with the wind
Swaying to the song of their
carefree paramour
Wedded to earth but his
heart they spy
Lost in the love of that loony guy;
losing their petals...losing their existence
Oh, what a love...
Oh my!
with the wind
Swaying to the song of their
carefree paramour
Wedded to earth but his
heart they spy
Lost in the love of that loony guy;
losing their petals...losing their existence
Oh, what a love...
Oh my!
#happiness
#love
#wind
#nature
#ForbiddenLove
634 reads
34 Comments
InDreamz
Poem Published
6th Sep 2021 2:46pm
6th Sep 2021 2:46pm
The daisies and the wind
The joyful daisies danced
with the wind
Swaying to the song of their
carefree paramour
Wedded to earth but his
heart they spy
Lost in the love of that loony guy;
losing their petals...losing their existence
Oh, what a love...
Oh my!
with the wind
Swaying to the song of their
carefree paramour
Wedded to earth but his
heart they spy
Lost in the love of that loony guy;
losing their petals...losing their existence
Oh, what a love...
Oh my!
#happiness
#love
#wind
#nature
#ForbiddenLove
634 reads
34 Comments
InDreamz
Poem Published
6th Sep 2021 2:46pm
6th Sep 2021 2:46pm
The daisies and the wind
The joyful daisies danced
with the wind
Swaying to the song of their
carefree paramour
Wedded to earth but his
heart they spy
Lost in the love of that loony guy;
losing their petals...losing their existence
Oh, what a love...
Oh my!
with the wind
Swaying to the song of their
carefree paramour
Wedded to earth but his
heart they spy
Lost in the love of that loony guy;
losing their petals...losing their existence
Oh, what a love...
Oh my!
#happiness
#love
#wind
#nature
#ForbiddenLove
634 reads
34 Comments
InDreamz
Poem Published
6th Sep 2021 2:46pm
6th Sep 2021 2:46pm
The daisies and the wind
The joyful daisies danced
with the wind
Swaying to the song of their
carefree paramour
Wedded to earth but his
heart they spy
Lost in the love of that loony guy;
losing their petals...losing their existence
Oh, what a love...
Oh my!
with the wind
Swaying to the song of their
carefree paramour
Wedded to earth but his
heart they spy
Lost in the love of that loony guy;
losing their petals...losing their existence
Oh, what a love...
Oh my!
#happiness
#love
#wind
#nature
#ForbiddenLove
634 reads
34 Comments
InDreamz
Poem Published
6th Sep 2021 2:46pm
6th Sep 2021 2:46pm
The daisies and the wind
The joyful daisies danced
with the wind
Swaying to the song of their
carefree paramour
Wedded to earth but his
heart they spy
Lost in the love of that loony guy;
losing their petals...losing their existence
Oh, what a love...
Oh my!
with the wind
Swaying to the song of their
carefree paramour
Wedded to earth but his
heart they spy
Lost in the love of that loony guy;
losing their petals...losing their existence
Oh, what a love...
Oh my!
#happiness
#love
#wind
#nature
#ForbiddenLove
634 reads
34 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 3:31pm
18th Dec 2024 3:31pm
Disco Ball
Finally, the clouds began to unfold
as the storm tried to blow itself apart
to frame a post-zenith gibbous of gold
which lit the aurum of my midnight heart
as the wind chimes japed out a lively tune
as warm and fresh and full of tropic life
as the vernal glory oft blown in June
or fingered through an independence fife.
But then, just as quickly as revealed,
the blasting billows would as quick return
like some prohibition fast repealed
to throw some moonbeam medleys in the churn
as if chimes and beams were the discotheque ...
as the storm tried to blow itself apart
to frame a post-zenith gibbous of gold
which lit the aurum of my midnight heart
as the wind chimes japed out a lively tune
as warm and fresh and full of tropic life
as the vernal glory oft blown in June
or fingered through an independence fife.
But then, just as quickly as revealed,
the blasting billows would as quick return
like some prohibition fast repealed
to throw some moonbeam medleys in the churn
as if chimes and beams were the discotheque ...
#moon
#rain
#storm #wind
#storm #wind
82 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 3:31pm
18th Dec 2024 3:31pm
Disco Ball
Finally, the clouds began to unfold
as the storm tried to blow itself apart
to frame a post-zenith gibbous of gold
which lit the aurum of my midnight heart
as the wind chimes japed out a lively tune
as warm and fresh and full of tropic life
as the vernal glory oft blown in June
or fingered through an independence fife.
But then, just as quickly as revealed,
the blasting billows would as quick return
like some prohibition fast repealed
to throw some moonbeam medleys in the churn
as if chimes and beams were the discotheque ...
as the storm tried to blow itself apart
to frame a post-zenith gibbous of gold
which lit the aurum of my midnight heart
as the wind chimes japed out a lively tune
as warm and fresh and full of tropic life
as the vernal glory oft blown in June
or fingered through an independence fife.
But then, just as quickly as revealed,
the blasting billows would as quick return
like some prohibition fast repealed
to throw some moonbeam medleys in the churn
as if chimes and beams were the discotheque ...
#moon
#rain
#storm #wind
#storm #wind
82 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 3:31pm
18th Dec 2024 3:31pm
Disco Ball
Finally, the clouds began to unfold
as the storm tried to blow itself apart
to frame a post-zenith gibbous of gold
which lit the aurum of my midnight heart
as the wind chimes japed out a lively tune
as warm and fresh and full of tropic life
as the vernal glory oft blown in June
or fingered through an independence fife.
But then, just as quickly as revealed,
the blasting billows would as quick return
like some prohibition fast repealed
to throw some moonbeam medleys in the churn
as if chimes and beams were the discotheque ...
as the storm tried to blow itself apart
to frame a post-zenith gibbous of gold
which lit the aurum of my midnight heart
as the wind chimes japed out a lively tune
as warm and fresh and full of tropic life
as the vernal glory oft blown in June
or fingered through an independence fife.
But then, just as quickly as revealed,
the blasting billows would as quick return
like some prohibition fast repealed
to throw some moonbeam medleys in the churn
as if chimes and beams were the discotheque ...
#moon
#rain
#storm #wind
#storm #wind
82 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 3:31pm
18th Dec 2024 3:31pm
Disco Ball
Finally, the clouds began to unfold
as the storm tried to blow itself apart
to frame a post-zenith gibbous of gold
which lit the aurum of my midnight heart
as the wind chimes japed out a lively tune
as warm and fresh and full of tropic life
as the vernal glory oft blown in June
or fingered through an independence fife.
But then, just as quickly as revealed,
the blasting billows would as quick return
like some prohibition fast repealed
to throw some moonbeam medleys in the churn
as if chimes and beams were the discotheque ...
as the storm tried to blow itself apart
to frame a post-zenith gibbous of gold
which lit the aurum of my midnight heart
as the wind chimes japed out a lively tune
as warm and fresh and full of tropic life
as the vernal glory oft blown in June
or fingered through an independence fife.
But then, just as quickly as revealed,
the blasting billows would as quick return
like some prohibition fast repealed
to throw some moonbeam medleys in the churn
as if chimes and beams were the discotheque ...
#moon
#rain
#storm #wind
#storm #wind
82 reads
4 Comments
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