Best Wend Poems

Cob swan and I have met here many times,
          As heaven's hem is melting pink and...

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At long day’s end, our thoughts may stray
to where we long to wend our way- 
a peaceful place where we dismiss 
all things in life...

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how proper that I found you for
      my farewell, midst those dunes
        ...

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The hot cars slowly wend their way down Mandalay boulevard. Young men whistle and honk at the pretty girls walking away from the beach and...

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Twas darkness upon the quietly residing heath...
And deathly was the sullen red sandstone tower...
Standing gloomily inside the masons dry-stone walls
Amidst toppling granite slabs and the...

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Sunlit days I spent on the moor
Sweet Summer heather scents allure
Bathing in waves on Dublin's shore
Aye, Irish lore       Aye,...

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You asked me for a dance one night, ’twas late one New Year’s Eve,
and as I held you in my arms, your shape did wend...

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shadowed ...
the China hills
like little pills set on end
and stairs that wend to the moon
so far from June, he thought
wrought now with frustration
on the ramp...

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hanging in the air
humidity’s heaviness . . .
the river’s slow crawl


On the Mississippi lies the beautiful little city where I once lived. How many times...

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Sheer lucid waves caress this oyster beach,
an aqua drowse viewed through a saffron lend,
and siren rip tides coax into a breach
as lambent grains of sand...

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So very often I have come across
Bewildered hedgehogs running at a loss
On which direction best to wend their way
Through the dense traffic, much to their...

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Beneath the yawning, azure skies of Earth,
          We left our seed to wend the Sea of...

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I can't believeth all the things I seeth:
the streets with such strange vehicles which wend
their way so apace liketh those gents fleeth
as metal lions. ...

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ado the realms that I have plunged with phrase
          they have no shape - no bound'ries...

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I live the life of a vagabond poet
    now approaching my winter years.
         A...

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