Best With The Wind Poems
It’s such a windy day, what a delight
Daddy says I can go and fly my kite!
We head for the beach to have some fun
Dashing onto the sand I run and run
My kite so blue trails on the beach
I wish it were in the sky out of reach
Suddenly a gust of wind whisks the kite up high
Soon it’s dancing in the bright blue sky
I hold on to the string with all my might
The breeze is strong; the kite takes flight
A tail of red ribbons flutter from the kite
Seeing the kite weaving is a wonderful sight
My legs begin to tire and the wind drops
We head for an ice cream at the shops
Daddy and I have had such a lovely day
If it’s windy tomorrow we’ll be back to play
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Categories:
with the wind, beach, father daughter, fun,
Form:
Couplet
The Earth cracks, the plates slide, and we fall of track.
The sun freezes over, and color is beginning to lack.
We fall back, lay in this wake of destruction,
as apocalyptic thoughts grab us, from every direction.
Our life flashes like the lightening in the sky,
the thunder rumbles, and it rains down, as we begin to cry
Time stops and we're still, as a volcano erupts,
the ashes rain down and form clouds, and all we hope for is luck.
But what is luck? What is it to us, but an empty wish.
It's nothing but something we hope for, and we're hopeless.
But it's a possibility, that feels impossible to me,
but it's a picture that I gotta paint, but canvases aren't free.
So I sit as a tornado forms right in front of my eyes,
and I'm scared, but I stand up, and finally realize,
that I gotta fight. Or I'll forever be denied.
I'll forever be alone, and I'll never get it right.
I see a piece of paper, and I think of an easy solution,
it's crumpled up, and you've gotta open to be able to read it.
But it's a blank page, nothing but a piece a paper.
You watch it float in the wind, you'll write a story on it later.
It's gone, Gone Away With The Wind,
you tried but you're own game beat you, you can't win.
No matter the pen, the ink is your blood, it comes from within,
just don't lose it, cause once you lose it then its Gone With The Wind.
Categories:
with the wind, adventure, confusion, fear, life,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
Love, when I confessed my love you turned away,
turned to another, I have no will left to stay.
Your words they crushed me I could never know why.
Can't you love me like you love her, over you I cry.
The other men, they never knew me, never could understand.
As we were friends, couldn't you love with a ring on your hand.
My eyes are red and weary, tell me what is really inside.
Do you love me like a lover, or shall I wither as I have died.
tell me now, what can I do to have your affectionate embrace.
Tell me what I can change, and all the trouble I will erase.
Tell me Love...
Friend, when you professed your love, I had to turn away,
I gave my ring to another therefore I could not stay
My mind was a mess, it was being put to the test
You had me impressed. feelings I could not digest
Your love overheard. my heart had been stirred
No way I could go back on my solemn word
All the night my tears fell, thinking of what I had lost
Only wonders of the line I should have crossed
My heartbeat has dimmed, not wanting to live
Seeking for a lover, a life to give
I beg of you dear, stay close, don't disappear
To you I swear, my love for you is clear
By the triangle of love, each to his own has sinned.
And the lonliness of longing heart, gone with the wind.
Categories:
with the wind, lost love, love,
Form:
Rhyme
We watched Gone With The Wind,
at Christmastime- it was a tradition each year;
with my mother and we each had a tear,
I used to not like the movie that much;
but in time this awesome movie my heart did touch,
with scenes that have ever stayed in my mind.
Then, I read the story,
of loving a man who will never love you back;
and marrying in a panic attack,
a man you do not love, nor ever will;
reading of a woman travelling on a journey uphill,
with great courage through hardships and glory.
Life lessons in a book,
of not giving up no matter how deep the pit;
of never being a person to quit,
and not caring what people thought or said;
still having hope when all is lost and dead,
this is a novel not to overlook.
______________________
January 25, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Gone With The Wind
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9861-35-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Life Lesson From a Favorite Novel
sponsor, Line Gauthier
Second Place
Categories:
with the wind, inspiration, life,
Form:
Rhyme
He sets out for the station
Kitbag on his back
Off to war in Afghanistan
More than likely won't be back
Had a romantic last evening
With a gal known many years
She gave her body willingly
Biting back the engulfing tears
She loved this soldier
Had done for a long time
Knew he was off to fight
Needed to relax this very last time
He has gone maybe for ever
Maybe his child he has left inside
Memory of the love she had for him
Now "gone with the wind" are the tears she cried.
Penned 31May 2014
Categories:
with the wind, war,
Form:
Verse
during our yesteryears
we made no appointment
to catch up our close friends
their doors were always open
friendly warm smiles greeted us
whenever we walked into their home
not quite so today
when plans are made
mostly at outside locales
the conversations guarded
idle banter, wit but less warmth
leaving heart feeling hollow inside
now there’s no such thing
as a 3am trusty friend
life as we knew it
has collapsed
16-January-2023
Categories:
with the wind, friend, friendship,
Form:
Free verse
Fiddle Dee Dee Scarlet says when asked to nap with the other girls
I want to party she argues, dancing with her feet, her hair in curls
She sneaks down to where the men are and takes Ashley off
Expressing her love which is rebuffed, she hears a man’s cough.
It is that renegade, Rhett Butler, who is a scoundrel and a scamp.
You are no gentleman sir she says, and flounces off in a stamp.
Rhett is immediately smitten, and decides to woo this little pretty.
The Yankees are coming, Civil War is taking a toll on Atlanta’s city.
Belle from the brothel gives money to Melanie for the troops.
Melanie is Ashley's wife; she, takes it with appreciation, no hoops.
Scarlet marries sister’s beau, Mr. Kennedy when she sees he is rich.
Scarlet is truly a conniving, self-centered, diabolical b……
Gone with the Wind has humor and laughter and heartache galore.
I would ask that you read it yourself before I spoil it by telling you more
Categories:
with the wind, books,
Form:
Rhyme
Dreams Deferred - Gone with the Wind
Dreams deferred:
Placed on hold
Like unwelcomed telephone calls
Relegated to being bench warmers
Like second-rate baseball players
Put out to pasture
Like useless cattle past their prime
Displayed on a shelf
Like tarnished antiques collecting dust
Stored in an old medicine cabinet
Like expired drugs that have lost their potency
Stashed away in a hope chest in the attic
Like old lace and forgotten memories
Discarded on a beach
Like trash washed away with outgoing tides
Left adrift in open seas
Like a rudderless ship with no destination
Set aflame
Like rejected love letters
Then suddenly - Puff!
Like cold, grey ashes from a funeral pyre
Dreams deferred are blown away -
Gone with the wind!
Categories:
with the wind, analogy, metaphor, symbolism, drug,
Form:
List
Over the sea galloping upon waves
in the swift uplifting rush of the tide
Chariots of fire blush red the rose swept up
by the whirlwind holding a breathless whisper
Upon these foundations the rock stands
sings out one bird of valuable beauty
sweet music echoing deeply
through the voice of a Heavenly choir
Oh gracious gemstone
you are the fruit of loves light
who pierces the deepest crevices
of one's mind
In a castle of dreams
fringed with gold
bring me a bow
of burning incense
Fragrantly it blossoms in the mind
Consuming divine fire
I come and bow down
to your Heavenly being
(Unrhymed Quatrain) Co written by Maria Mc Laughlin
and Liam Mc Daid
Categories:
with the wind, angel, baptism, beauty, blessing,
Form:
Quatrain
That old bedroom fan makes too much noise
But he sweats after nights with the boys
I turn and pull the sheets up
Good Lord, on beans they did sup
Thank goodness the fan his farts deploys
Coming home late, he now hits the couch
Spicy foods growl in his waistline pouch
Old tabby hisses at him
Rover’s expression’s quite grim
If our pets die from foul wind, I’ll grouch
“Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn,”
Said Rhett before he went on the lam
My spouse won’t be hearing these
The next time he cuts the cheese
I’ll clog him with a battering ram
*Written May 18, 2014
Categories:
with the wind, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Gathered with sister, my mother and kleenex,
Oblivious to our red noses, facial poses and tears,
Nudging each other with movie memory reflex -
Each of us embrace characters long held as dear.
We submit joyously to this continuous, intense escape
Inside the lives of scandalous Scarlett and romantic Rhett.
Trials and tribulations of civil war, deceit and love shape
Heaven and hell into a dramatic, unforgettable duet.
Torn, we watch as hunger, fear and surrounding violent war,
Harms character’s hearts and more discouragements pour.
Enemy destruction devastates Southern life and lore.
While wishing true love’s fulfillment for Rhett’s desirous heart,
Inevitably his sexy charm will wham our hearts like a wild lamb.
No one should dare interrupt our favorite, dramatic film art, or
Disturb Rhett’s last line, “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.”
Categories:
with the wind, care, deep, emotions, mother,
Form:
Acrostic
Life is full of chances
But the number is not known,
Careful steps and sideward glances
Voice our fear of the unknown.
You've never played this game before
You do not know the rules,
Ant through each hand you’ll learn to name
The aces and the fools.
So when you reach the road that split
And grapple with your doubting mind,
You roll the dice of guess and wit
And gamble with the wind.
Life is full of choices
But the answers have been blurred
And the world, the world of voices,
They will echo to be heard.
The sky is never clear to see
Beyond each menial task,
And so allusive destiny
Approach you with a mask.
So when you've drawn your lot, advice
And once more, unsure, glance behind,
You take a breath and roll the dice
You gamble with the wind.
This table had been worn with scars
Its players left behind,
Where gamblers gambled through the years
The gamble of the wind.
So think before you cast the dice
And blindly draw the blind’s advice
For there will be a price.
Before you listen to the voice
And take the chance and make the choice,
Before you guess you have to see
Your bet is your eternity
So think before your name is signed,
Before you gamble, gamble, gamble, gamble
Gamble with the wind.
Categories:
with the wind, career, change, faith, family,
Form:
Rhyme
The waves of the trees
Rustle Crackle Break.
The girl
Steps a foot,
And the wind
Steps with her.
Dancing with the wind.
Twirling with the wind
The sky,
The rain,
And the Earth
Dance with her.
Her hair has turned
To breeze.
Her mind filled
With the song
Of the voices
Lifted by the wind.
Her toes do not
Touch the ground
As she dances
As the wind.
Categories:
with the wind, dance,
Form:
Free verse
You were sweetly seduced by my treacly scent
to come a little closer and take a daring peek
Then, tears spilled down your crimson cheek
and a drop of blood from your finger was rent
My hero, Thorn, pierced you in a fit of pique
Did my curvaceous stems hold supple appeal
Were you enticed as I danced with the wind
I will forgive your touch, although you sinned
when you leaned too near to fondle and feel
the delicate beauty of my ephemeral skin
I am called Bougainvillea, climbing up a fence
Protected by the thorn that caused your abrasion
A hefty price you've paid for a personal invasion
The pain you're feeling is called a recompense
You got the 'point' of my unfriendly persuasion
I roam about in gardens, but my life span is brief
I enjoy the invited company of busy buzzing bees
and butterflies that flutter by in Summer's breeze
I beg you not to become a snippety flower thief
by clipping me to wither and die in a vase, please
Originally entered in:
The Flower, The Thorn or Both Contest
Judged N/A on July 11, 2020
Categories:
with the wind, flower,
Form:
Personification
Scarlett O' Hara's bonnet bespeaks,
"As God as my witness. I'll never be hungry again!"
It captures Rhett Butler, Fair Oaks and Tara,
Survives the Civil War and Ashley's sin.
72 years have passed, that's how long it's been.
Categories:
with the wind, tribute,
Form:
Light Verse