Best Zephyr Poems

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

Before you read my first thought    ...

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Before I ever saw those eyes     How deeply I loved you 

Before you read my first thought    I...

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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...

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In November I write of winter
  for I am weary of the old year and tired bones
I visualize all hardships blanketed with fresh snowfall
geese...

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“Air becomes wind when it’s agitated.” Lucretius

“Thank you for joining me in the studio today,” Mr. Zephyr. 
“Glad to be here, Bob. Thank you for...

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I watched a weeping willow
Dancing with a summer breeze
A timeless dance of lovers
They'd rehearsed for centuries

The zephyr would excite her
With his warm southwesterlies
She'd gently sway...

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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...

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O, weeping willow shed your sorrow
on whispering breeze to soothe your grief
within whose breath's a healing yarrow
to whisk away tears upon your leaf.

Sweet rustling zephyr...

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My love, do you ever know...

In your moments of hushed silence, 
I am your sound;

You are the rhythm
of the symphonic waves
in the vast sea 
of...

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Trees wear a gown of bright emerald green
Where birds are nesting in branches up high
Parents shield fledglings so they can’t be seen
Until they can spread...

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When imbalance of life churns hapless poignancy
And the zephyr of inequities breezes melancholy
Dissonance reverberates echoing pathos of grief
Seeking exaltation within metaphysical profundity
As hushed posture conjures...

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Those who do not know the trials of love, 
do not ask the state of my heart

I've been left standing in the rain,
feeling like meaningless...

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ROSES ARE RED

The flower’s crimson cerise hue
creates the petal’s grand debut
of love and memories to recall
my florid sanguine gift of all

VIOLETS ARE BLUE

Azalea breath with...

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I'm an ashen dove, 
fading in zephyr 
of wine valleys, 
saturating in fog 
upon enchanting hills, 
draped in 
grape-green silk, 
where fantasies of forest, 
sprout...

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I am the spring when you are near.
You are its first blossoms that brought me here.

I am lavender all in bloom.
You are lovely lilacs’ heavenly...

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