Best Wind Poems

Inspired by Andrew Wyeth Watercolor Painting -- Wind From the Sea, 1947




Standing in the old house
A strange mixture of feelings erupt within me
My roommates Depression, Loneliness, and Hopelessness
Greet me with strangling arms and leering grins
I don’t fight them anymore – somehow they are a part...

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In riming realms 
of crystal contemplations -
frozen water-vapor meditations
and chilled flutes 
filled with zodiacal-light musings 
of ancient cosmic dust 
dancing in the arms of Sol..

windswept operatic reveries
rise and fall
as her stirring soprano
tickled by the chanting of icicle chimes
gathers momentum
in strengthening sprays
of frosted musical notes adrift...

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On the edge of silence 
beyond the mossy-muffled stone wall
a wind chime chants — faint, like falling sparkles of stars—
honeyed musings of a wind spirit on the move
from west to east a bridge of broken chords. 
Cosmic animation stirs my domestic pulsation
in a supple sweep...

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I remember you, from when there was a spring
When the seasons were ripe, with verdant green
Our nimble feet danced in the wind
and on the brink of everything

Not a furrow in the brow of youth  
We borrowed life for just awhile
and tapped our shoes on...

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I am the wind

You cannot see me but you can feel me

Breezing gently through your hair

Brushing slightly across your cheek

Whispering softly 'neath your ear

I am the wind whirling,howling,roaring

blowing fiercely against the desert sand

which sifts silently in the hourglass of your soul

I will not fail you,nor...

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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 to and fro.

Among bright blue bells, it tired a spell.
Recovering, it picked up speed.
Alongside a rill, I ran with a...

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Due to growing Nimbus clouds of oppression
an area of low pressure has been building
Rest assured, it won't lead to bouts of depression
but rumblings of thunder have now been heard,
foreshadowing the bombs of fury soon to come.
Be advised: the ripping winds will not be deterred.

To counteract...

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~~The Wind~~
            
Look into my eyes
Follow me into a world of ecstasy
There and only there
Will you find the peace to unwind
       ~
Beautiful brown eyes not blue
Shady lids, stunning...

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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,
For all things have a voice,

And the voice for all things 
speaks through the wind,
So, silently I sat and listened.
With the salty...

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I stop to watch the eagle soar.
At dawn his silhouette flies high
Through brilliant tinted scarlet sky.

Below the gorge at valley’s floor,
The creatures rise up one by one;
A quest for food has just begun.

I listen to the fierce winds roar.
Descending from the north they blow
And carry...

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Midsummer Breeze 

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 blossoms blend
From blooming boughs whose wistful petals drift
In a mélange of hues that blankets grounds
In vivid masterpiece of summer's...

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A citrine leaf in lingered lilt
did savor breeze of sapphire whisk
as Autumn’s honey-secrets spilt.
A hopscotch star.. an ember brisk,

she sighed and fell— then took her chance!
a citrine leaf in lingered lilt
with wind-a-whirl in saffron dance
below the western cirrus gilt.

Before the winds began to wilt
and aspen...

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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 in the air
The jutting rocks stretch high
Tall redwood trees defiant stand
So tough, and yet they sigh. 

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Theme: No 2 ~...

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They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters:
These see the works of the Lord and his wonders in the deep.

From the 107th psalm




It's been the hub of the fishing industry for nearly four hundred years
And has witnessed heartbreaking...

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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 bed,
autumn has come, yet the warmth has not fled.

Blazing orange skies, are mirrored to reflect,
I cannot imagine a scene being...

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