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 nothing to you and you were already my world.
I lived through every breath you inhaled
till that same breath became a ghost from the past.
Tonight I exist to live for what was ...
Tomorrow I live to exist for what will be .
I stopped calling your name
I stopped searching your footprints
I stopped seeking those arms
Stopped believing in stars .
Yet sometimes in my soul's dusk of night
through your cold absence I feel you within me
Ever so soft just like the wind
Like zephyr breeze which left my cheek yet never gone.
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 same breath became a ghost from the past.
Tonight I exist to live for what was...
Tomorrow I live to exist for what will be.
I stopped calling your name
I stopped searching your footprints
I stopped seeking those arms
Stopped believing in stars.
Yet sometimes in my soul's dusk of night
through your cold absence I feel you within me
Ever so soft just like the wind
Like zephyr breeze which left my cheek yet never gone.
For Brian Strand's Contest 228 Max.16 lines poem.
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 same breath became
a ghost from our past
Tonight,I exist to live for what was
Tomorrow,I live to exist for what will be
I stopped calling your name
I stopped searching your footprints
Stopped seeking your arms
I stopped believing in stars
Yet, Sometimes in my soul's dusk of night
through your cold absence,I feel you within me
ever so soft, just like the wind
Like zephyr breeze which left my cheek
yet never gone.
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 among
a tempest of mood swings.
When fate floats like charcoal puffs,
a tender touch helps to release
suppressed drops of sorrow
so I ponder, why I remain
emotionally challenged.
Every night the moon glows among the stars,
but is powerless against them burning away.
I find comfort in knowing some transform
into supernovas, just like ink becoming a poem.
We all crave for enough fuel to keep us alive,
but there is always that unfinished thought,
which suffers from a premature end.
When I'm lost in a land of windstorms,
I yearn to have the strength of Zephyrus,
hoping my soft whispers are not
misunderstood among self centred gusts.
I'll always be an atonement of nature,
as everything I long to do is a curse of selflessness.
Sunrise is the most stunning 'hello,'
whilst sunset is the most magnificent 'goodbye.'
But you are never guaranteed daydreams at dawn,
nor clarity of compassion at dusk,
so I'll keep blowing like a gentle breeze,
as no matter in which direction the winds blow,
I'll keep hope in finding a way home.
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
The winds of *Notus may give her stress
For he brings the summer storms
But she'll sway in Zephyrus's warm caress
The winds of *Boreas are never warm
He brings the cold winds of winter
While Notus brings the summer storms
Icicles on window sills begin to splinter
As the winds of Boreas make us shiver
He brings the cold winds of winter
His icy breath is upon the river
With gusts that never seem to rest
The winds of Boreas make us shiver
But Zephyrus is springtime's welcome guest
----
12/11/2014
''Z'' Contest, New Or Old - Poetry Contest
Constance La France
*Notus - The Greek god of the south wind
*Boreas - The Greek god of the North wind and the bringer of winter
----
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 yet a tiny bud upon the flower of life
I pray I will see this little one bloom to maturity
to see him thrive within the loving soil of his family.
His essence, his sweetness, resonates within my soul
God has truly gifted me with a beautiful grandson
I am beyond blessed and will pray each and every day
that little Zephyr will come to know God in every way.
12/13/2021
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
zephyr
gentle zephyr blows
leaf shivers on kiss of breeze...
wind suddenly stops
07/23/20
Second Place
'Haiku or Senryu' Contest by Constance La France .
.
.
“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 triumphant entry.
Zephyr wind comes to caress me,
Mischievously tangling my hair.
I feel her breath upon my whole body,
On my cheeks, in my hair and on my face.
She comes like a magical genie,
Somewhere from a hidden covert.
She comes on unfurled feathery wings.
Her arrival gives such a calming feel.
Sometimes she blows with wild abandon.
With no physical form, she is an invisible spirit,
An unshackled flow of current.
If we try to harness her,
She will slip out of control.
She is subtle with power.
All I can feel is her soft touch,
And all I hear is her soft susurration
As she passes along vales and dales.
She dances among the leaves of trees
Sings to flowers, beasts and birds
Makes them pulsate with life
Gives them their resonant song
She curls the still waters into silvery folds
Croft and fields await her presence
She makes the hot day sweet and balmy
She is warmly welcomed in scorched lands
But she won’t stay long to cheer our frayed nerves
She seems to belong to the gypsy tribe,
Never pitching her tent in a place to belong.
From far I hear the fluting song of reeds,
Suggesting she has withdrawn from my presence.
She is like the spirit of liberty, wild and free.
None can fetter her with a rope or string.
Oh Zephyr, so breezy, lovely and cool
Of all the winds, I love you the most.
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 still wet at dawn
A gladdened moment dancing with a feather
The dusty face of tumbleweeds at play
I am the humming voice of towering pines
That eerie whine amid the canyon stones
I am a sound e’er present in the silence
A gentle hint that life is everywhere
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 March,
Healing the nights from the stormy hearts,
Breathing hues of soft, dancing,
Embracing the song who flavors the moments,
Stardust sighs, singing in glorious,
And wild gusts of blushing stories, poetry
Gentling the grief, erasing the dark,
Storming through the still, arising to the soothing,
Sounds, tender blessings birthed by truth,
Summer bleeds melancholic threads
Through a past of penetrating, unsaid sounds
Breaking through the seas, across the sands,
Endless reflections of what is sounding,
More and more – like the rigorous insight
Into a spirit, so alive, so alive…
Soundless as air who drifts quietly,
Waltzing with the destiny, creating joy
Wherever there burns a distant prayer,
Awaiting the words, verses and visions,
Falling from lips, stilled by the lyrics,
Musical notes, silence and stillness, songs
Unheard but sounds filled with wisdom,
This is the soundless sense from a world of illusion.
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 the golden rays.
Zephyr collects the scent of jasmine and roses,
Spreading it through the universe in a graceful haze.
The song emanating from the heart's deep well,
Transmitted to a distant lover's ear.
The reflection of a thousand suns in lake ripples,
Creates a sight of beauty, so crystal clear.
Zephyr, the messenger of nature's symphony,
Carries melodies on wings of air.
Its presence, a gentle touch upon our souls,
Leaving serene feelings of its enchanting flair.
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 watch their Zephyr die
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 in late afternoon hide as clouds amass
As the twilight cast its eerie shadow
The sleeping birds roost in their summer nest
Sleepily fawn_doe in lush green meadow
Darkness of night with shadows now brings rest
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 tougher with every stride;
The wind is blowing my hair in my face,
But I plunge on forward with awkward grace;
The treetops are bending with ever big blast,
As I wonder silently how long it can last;
I feel like Dorothy in the tornado’s clutch,
This bombastous zephyr is becoming too much!
~For Paula Swanson's Contest~