Best Zephyr Poems

Before I ever saw those eyes      How deeply I loved you.

Before you read my first thought       I found you .

Before you ever dreamt of my lips    I kissed your smile

I meant...

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Before I ever saw those eyes     How deeply I loved you 

Before you read my first thought    I found you.

Before you ever dreamt of my lips     I kissed your smile

I meant nothing to you...

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Before I ever saw those eyes

 How deeply I loved you

Before you read my first thought

I found you

Before you  ever dreamt of my lips

I kissed your smile

I meant nothing to you

and you were already my  world

I lived through every breath you inhaled

till that...

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Some express their pain,
some sacrifice it for others,
only poets turn it into poetry - (my quote)

Only poets can turn words into poems,
so those who are not poetic
can feel them in a beautiful way.

I'll always hide behind metaphors,
as I'm just a zestful zephyr,
trying to bring calm...

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Zephyrus, the god of the wind from the west
 Gently blows where the lily grows
 He is springtime's welcome guest

 In early summer he whispers to the rose
 As she sways in his warm caress
 He gently blows where the lily  grows

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My arms are filled with pure contentment 
my heart is knit to this precious bundle of love
my fingers slowly caress his fair, soft cheeks 
my eyes look deeply into his innocent blue eyes. 

From the moment I beheld him, I was smitten 
he is still...

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Tall trees sway with ease
In a warm gentle breeze
Bright blossoms are dancing
This sight’s so entrancing

The weather is quite mild
Though my hair, newly styled
Blows freely in the air
But I don’t really care

Mother Nature provides
The winds and the tides
When I’m walking outside
My sheer joy I can’t hide

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zephyr

                         gentle zephyr blows
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“When I felt lonely and betrayed, God’s words, ‘Do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God’ fell into my ears as a soothing zephyr”  By Poet

Night fades away slow and steady,
As the sun makes his...

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I am the breath of teardrops drying
A whisper coaxed awak’ning on rippled pond
Shadows creeping amid the grey stones
Concealing both prey and predator

A faint kiss to lift the butterflies aloft
Caress the wafting scent of budding roses
A shiver on the sweaty back of toil
A riffling of leaves...

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Sounds, bathed in memories,
Glistening, shimmering, sparkly sounds
On rivers of gentle, feeling left out
By August sun, blazing tangerine, bursting 
Buttery wonder through the reflections,
Stirrings of grace, melodies of praise,
Imitating the faith that warms,
Souls embraced by the sounds, alive,
Brilliant as the flames, overflowing beauty,
Zephyr laughter, cool as...

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With spring's blossoms replaced by early leaves, 
The gentle zephyr sings a melodious tune. 
All the trees sway in rhythm, as if in harmonious league, 
While reeds and wild grass dance under the moon. 

Newly planted petunias and pansies, 
Unfurl petals each morning to greet...

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Spring's yellow-green heart shaped tender leaves blown
Spring's zephyr winds tossed new leaves to and fro
Quickly from hidden laden buds now grown
Absorbing sunlight, spring's green soon to go

Rabbits now from their cozy burrow run
Hop, jump enjoy green tender shoots of grass
While lazily basking in morning sun
Then...

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There’s a bombastous zephyr blowing outside
Swinging the street signs from side to side;

Squall like whirlwinds are kicking up dust,
I’m inhaling more dirt with every big gust;

My eyelids are caked with soil and grime,
Forcing my sideways time after time;

When will this bombastous zephyr subside,
Cause it’s getting...

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Wind, as her final rainstorm gathers,
gathers up the orphaned leaves
Leaves some tucked in between the rocks,
rocks some to sleep beneath the trees

Trees, moved so by her (rain and all)
all bow and though not known to cry, 
cry now, while silvered leaves of fall
fall as they...

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