Best Breezes Poems

Remembering the sorrow

Remembering the pain

The time had come, I had come undone

I came unglued

I released my heart to you

I stopped holding back

not being brave

My heart under attack


All those hours

All those lies

Pretending to show my heart

but really hiding inside


No one knows the cries

Hidden behind darkened eyes

Thoughts...

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She opened her eyes and she stretched in her bed, then she rose up just like a skylark
and  her eyes still glowed softly ,for she had spent dreams just dancing in the dark,
immersed in the beauty of what she had dreamed, she drifted just...

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Soft breezes calming
Voices from swaying wind chimes
Message from heaven


written June 6, 2021...

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Mysterious Breezes and Winds

Consider the breezes and how they blow
Organdy curtains across a lover’s bed;
The brush of air conditioning on a working head;
A chiffon dress fluttering with the breeze of ballroom dancers,
The whispering kind keeping insects afloat.
And blowing pages of a book one by one.

A...

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Feisty breezes blow through the trees
shaking and tussling twigs and leaves.
Often, gusts begin as a breeze
feisty breezes rustle the trees.
Grounding the butterflies and bees
breezes come and go as they please.
Feisty breezes blow through the trees
shaking and tussling twigs and leaves.

Breezes come and go as they...

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Gently flows the evening breeze
cool upon your sunset eyes
Whistling through weary trees,
born of autumn’s velvet skies

Twilight echoes call the day
apricot horizons smile
Moonbeams in the shadows play
as you sit with me a while

Sprinkled starlight glistens through
windswept dreams in endless flight
Whispering my love for you
on this cool...

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As autumn breezes bluster, leaves descend
Parading nature's pageantry of hues
The ceremony is the season's cue
To summon Jack Frost and his chilly friends

Jack signals for the snow flakes to begin
While he ice skates on frozen crystal streams
The moon enhances nightly with moonbeams
Fall colors gone, now winter's...

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When morning breezes bring on the shivers,
and the thermometer is in the teens.
Your head stays buried under the kivers
while the farmer pulls on overall jeans.

When wafts from the kitchen wake your pleasure
with fond smells of bacon and egg victuals;
reflect on what great degree you treasure...

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Blustery breezes rustle the changing leaves,
as nature braces for Winter's arrival.
A shower of color falls from Autumn trees
as a homage to Spring, Fall's closest rival.
Scurrying squirrels stash stores of nuts like thieves;
acorns are essential for their survival.
Alas, Summer's sweet songbirds are all but gone,
along with...

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When the wind is just right,
I can close my eyes and 
pretend I'm in Middletown,
pretend I can see the Blue 
Ridge Mountains off in the 
distance with the haze that 
gives them their name.
Farmsteads, hundreds of
years old,  reappear in my mind,
and cattle graze happily...

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Zephyrus breezes speak gently-
Undertones of placid eras alive in memory-

Tumult rages awaiting rigorous gates to detonate their command,
Planning utter obliteration of finite serene ways…

Blue and pink swirls of peaceful dusk
Replaced with a grey and murky inferno 

Eyes of Hades suck cherished life 
from all vibrant...

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She walked ~ faint footprints left behind
A maiden's journey~a silent remind
of long-ago days in deerskin dress
A shelter of...

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Birdsong in the morning, droplets of dew
White fluffy clouds, glorious sunshine too
Moonlight and starlight remind me of you
A vision in all that comes into view.
 
In babbling brooks and soft breezes that blow
I glimpse the angel I lost and love so
All things are heightened in...

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spring gifts us with ideal breezes - joyous fragrant kisses of bliss...

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LBI, Drifting Sands

Good Morning, Spring.  I know you’re awake.  I see your color rising with the sun.
Through the open balcony door of our third floor suite, the sea breeze coolly streams into our room as the sunlight pulls time over the warming golden...

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