Best Wind Poems
Below are the all-time best Wind poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of wind poems written by PoetrySoup members
A smile appeared
Silently, I sat by,
To listen to the sounds of the world,
Of all the voices that touched me most,
Were those caught in the angelic wind.
wind, flower, heartbreak, son, summer,
How may I extol a midsummer breeze?
As soft as rose petals in cooling wind
That flutters leaves upon the verdant trees,
And endeavors to make...
The ocean waves come rolling in
There’s not a soul in sight
With heaving breath they break on shore
And burst in brilliant white.
The sound of wind is...
wind, autumn, nature, sky, summer,
Here I sit amongst the long grasses and the reed,
in a solitary place, where my breath is freed,
on an Indian Summer's evening on the lake...
wind, beauty, deep, nature, ocean,
Where the Wind Blows
I followed one day a spring breeze at play.
It seemed not to know where to go.
And aimlessly, I - like a butterfly -
meandered with it...
seasons, weather, wind, daffodils,
Winter winds whisper in the weeping willow tree
Its naked branches shiver silently all around me
Bitter biting winds howl around stinging my face
I’m out on the...
Earth Element Of Wind
Earth Element Of Wind
Earth element of wind, elusive to exploring eyes,
a gaseous, gusty ghost, she gyrates, gallops gallantly.
She bashes, bends,...
When it left the Arctic it was as a wild angry wind
that stormed its way across the ice bound Arctic ocean.
Blowing the snow clad icebergs...
WAVE INTO YOU
wind, desire, kiss, love, metaphor,
I was the one with the color-blue eyes,
you were the wind on the sea.
Of all the oceans tossed by your kiss
Silver Waves Upon The Shore
wind, death, life, nature, sunset,
Pushed there for a thousand years
and will be for a thousand more,
pushed there by the gentle winds
the silver waves upon the shore.
Ancient trees who watched...
Gods of Winds
Notus comes creeping furtively from the south
hot and bothered from the blazing summer sun.
The wind of change...concealed it launches sudden storms
as clouds pile up across...
love hurts, metaphor, wind,
You kiss my face and I turn to trace
the tracks you left on the ground;
where have you walked and with whom have you talked
The Wind and Sea
The Wind and Sea
The mighty wind unleashed its gusty song
across the tranquil, undulating sea,
and stirred her body with his...
WILD IS THE WIND
howl, sound, wind,
Furious wind from the north hisses louder,
banging against the gaped mouth of a sky, drenched…
Haggard, the night wheezes with quack
of birds waylaid;...
The Green Beneath The Snow
wind, hope, light, nature, seasons,
a rhyme for the spring equinox...
the hills are growing green beneath the snow
white horses, shake the winter from your manes
the spring has come, the...
memory, nature, wind,
grandma pours me tea
we talk late into the night
moon covered by clouds
paint peels from windows
as grandpa rocks in his chair
cigar smoke rises
zephyr wind blowing
sea, storm, wind,
Atlantic storms had taken the main mast
For seven weeks we drifted helplessly
Fresh water and food were running out fast
There was talk below deck of mutiny.
wind, feelings, imagery, longing, love
tingles and sway
for the thrill of the dance
and for ravishing trills of arpeggio moments..
lifeless in swoon-less inertia
wind, grief, howl, hurt, solitude,
She roams cross the land her heart so bitter blue
Leaving behind frosty morning dew
Icy veil sadly unkept
Laden woe upswept
Numb regret windswept
No kind soul...
butterfly, flower, rainforest, wind,
As I wake up to the dawn of another day
I wrestle with myself and ask why bother
Just another day, without any warmth
There is a chill...
Wakened, the winged and winsome wind
wandered westerly while whistling witchery.
It waltzed whimsically within woodlands -
whooshing, then whipping willows.
Worn, it waned. . . whispering wistfully.
A Gentle Breeze
wind, hyperbole, imagery, imagination, nature,
It begins with a gentle breeze
rustling the leaves with its touch.
Scurrying through the tops of trees
it begins with a gentle breeze.
Not enough to discourage bees
Ascending towering mountains with the greatest of ease,
laughing as foliage tickles my tummy with soft, feathery leaves.
Endless melodies, I have played, breezing through dangling chimes,
SNUG AND WARM
biting icy winds
thermal clothes protecting me
from the winter chill
12th January 2015