Get Wind Poems - Poems about Get Wind

She thinned to vapour, blue as longing's edge, while we searched skywards, calling her lost name. Wind replied in whispers no one could catch– just hollow notes strung on a frayed thread. Now dusk repeats her gesture: palms upturned, spilling light where her shadow once poured. We drink the rain, still tasting her farewell. ...

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nippy gust of wind toying with crisp autumn leaves vortex of a squall...

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When I was ash... I knew wind more intimately than breath. I knew what it meant... To scatter without sorrow. That is all I remember....

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The sky does not explain itself It simply opens. The wanderer... quiet with ash and memory Does not ask it to. For there is a wind that knows his name It never speaks it aloud. As together, they walk... Not forward, but further....

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Checked by www.howmanysyllables.com>syllable_counter "Time is the wisest counsellor of all.” Pericles ************************************************************** Time Heals Heartbroken Souls ...

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I sway my way into footfalls between skyscrapers as the wind slingshots the cap off of my head. Circling seagull and descending crow, the whispering wind advisory warns of sheltering in place on top of the bare circle that I've come to bear where frazzled hair lines radiate outward from, my baldness does not a nest make. Lulled pigeon, aim elsewhere for goodness...

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Impossible beauty, summer in swell, Fragrance aflowing and fluttering around; Though now, I admit, I don’t see it well, I know – my ears! – all the birds by their sound. Heaven surrounds me, but only for now; Howling the winds that shall crash on my head; Ripping the flowers that live on the bough, Never see summer return in its stead. Perhaps...

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cone shaped it appears zigzagging across the sand the wind is its guide ...

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I have been reborn and have soared with aggressive force out of my coffin As I emerge from the cosmic womb covered in my Mother's blood Now I'm creator, now I'm universe....

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For Sir Brian Strand's 1396 Poetry Contest 15 July 2025 s c y ...

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I didn't call him, just as the wind doesn't ask permission to caress the rusty leaves, I sat there, crushing the day in my palms like an old parchment of forgotten memories, I let the water boil, and the shadow of the apple tree poured stories onto the tired grass, He came unannounced, like an echo from another...

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I felt the call of the road like a wind carrying whispers of longing and adventure, And I ventured on the wings of the unknown, through deserts scorched by the blazing sun. I traveled through the endless fields of secret dreams, where the horizon whispers secrets, I wanted to discover what the world hides beneath its veil of...

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SERENITY Hate's up in the air; naturing winds of peace blowing: Hate snuffed out by love:- ...

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Anticipation ends as creation begins Before chasing the words you must first know the wind Direction predestined on zephyrs ordained Each gust but a phrasing of verse unproclaimed A breeze or a tempest in a cyclone of hail In sunshine or clouded they come to regale Those moments that matter that time would suspend Once spoken eternal — and Aether defends (Dreamsleep: July, 2025) ...

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The clouds are swirling in the wind, Unique designs appear within. An artist’s brush could be the air, For many forms are found up there. Look up there, it’s a swimming whale, ‘Twill quickly change with the next gale. It seems so strange to change so much, It makes it hard to keep in touch. There’s a ship with the flag raised high, It...

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