Best Windmills Poems

A memory turns
   the windmills of the mind
 to a season of summer breeze,
   where happiness blows 
cherished moments
 into youthful...

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A sonnet I will write with you today
Inspired by the beauty that I see
Beyond this pane of glass where snowflakes play
Beyond this pane where raindrops...

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Blossom floats down from cherry trees 
pink confetti drifts on the breeze 
it’s windblown

Storm clouds gathering all around 
blustery gales turn the sails round 
of...

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The death of winter carries varied sights.
In April, when dandelions roar, “It’s Spring!”
green yards transform by magic overnight.
Gramps had sprayed his lawn, but in ours...

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Paul
Husband of Sheila, Father of Kirsty and Paul-Mark, 
Grandfather of Valentina, teacher, and friend 
Son of Pauline and Nazarene, brother to six siblings:
Joseph – Angela...

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(Must be read, while listening to the music link embedded in this poem, for without the music, the magic is missing).

W. E. Soundtrack- Abel Korzeniowski
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YxO1csWNKmg



"dans...

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When crepuscular shadows loomed in a bay
to grate upon this opulent view’s grandeur,
my visceral thoughts reeled like windmills
where breaths heaved low, desultory the mind.
Gazing at...

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When I think of you..I get the warm feel of friendship, 
born not in a place, but from time and space.
Friendship has a price --...

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The blood and lapis daylight sets
in ether. How the mind resets
brutality of winter chill
with February's codicil;
what gossamer a dream begets.

I hear the crickets in the...

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Ribbed  strands of wheat across the plain
bend at the knees, to drink the rain
in windfalls
Brown from harvest, drought and blight,
are cornstalks spinning through the...

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friend to friend
maybe we should fight
our own windmills...

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Windmills
standing still
no wind
empty windowsill

minds 
at sleep
a death
of another time

heartless
flowers that never grow
no wine
tears fall silent

fragments appear
shooting stars at night
dispersed onto the dark
windmills of my mind...

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I pricked my finger 
on a thorn of Voodoo roses
felt the stab of crimson
and sweet burn of saffron
in a tequila sunrise
I smelled apples but tasted...

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When I think of you.. I get the warm feel of friendship, 
born not in a place, but from time and space.
Friendship has a price...

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The orchestral chorus of waking birds fill the air
In augmentation of dawns awakening flare.
Sunrise paints the sky with colored wonder, golds, 
Vibrant red and hues...

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