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Gust Poems - Poems about Gust

Premium Member Oh Gentle Gust
I languish beach side on a blanket by an azure ocean perspiring profusely. Then comes a soothing coolness wafting its wonder over me. It fans my sun-drenched face bringing me refreshment and breathing sweet peace to me. It whispers in my ear tranquility; lying on my back, I’m so at ease. Oh, gentle gust, you are my balm on this sweltering day of July. Oh summer wind, with...

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Categories: gust, wind,
Form: Etheree
Premium Member Wind Song
Wind Stills hearts Writing light Into the souls Who believe the night Is meant to write her dreams Into the music who flows Across the gentle life who sees Beyond the hills, the trees, into hearts Who know what it means to give completely Hearts are meant to offer the sweetest grace Pouring love out to heal the worst pains Reminding that love is always A light, a...

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Categories: gust, feelings, heart, hope, nostalgia,
Form: Etheree



Premium Member Gust of Wind on the Seine Bridge - Louis Anquetin
Tethered to the omnibus, weathering storms ~ lean into it, hang on, become the wisp. As perception shapes and shifts, our eyes sting, blind spots get filled in; create echo filters. Bringing us to our knees ~ we hold on to our hats, on a turbulent day, unsure...

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Categories: gust, art,
Form: Ekphrasis
Premium Member Prickles the Gust
“How-do-you-do?” the seminal leaves of Autumn wave. “When would you like to fly away?” prickles the gust. Maternal-oak holds on tight as one birdy takes flight. The gust will have none of this ballyhoo, knowing what he must do, calls for fingernails-on-chalkboard rain, for the bad-wolf-wind, for lightning, insane. “Toodle-loo,” says each spiderling-leaf, parachuting to earth. They make such a scene; whirligig...

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Categories: gust, autumn, tree, wind,
Form: Personification
Premium Member a gust of birds
birds are hidden & tweeting in bushes until a wind creates a gust of birds & a gang of sparrows fly across a field leaving the safety of undergrowth ...

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Categories: gust, bird,
Form: Free verse



blind gust
with her boundless reaches she moves within the crowds houses with no windows contemplates the leaves barrowing with the foragers wisdom has gone away fickle with the winds have reached their destination the torches watch their gust ...

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Categories: gust, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Golden Gust Glow
Where bold breezes blow a wondrous world awakes, they swaddle silken scenes that surround so many, fresh air is an awesome advantageous aspect all told, it inspires instantly without waver whatsoever, empowered energetic edge to species human, and amazing animals as one might often observe, inhale invigorating images imbued that tantalise the rapt rambler, magic meadow mindfulness gets a great gee...

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Categories: adventure, art, august, birth,
Form: Alliteration
Premium Member Sudden Gust of Geese
sudden gust of geese fly past window eye-level - furious honking...

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Categories: gust, bird,
Form: Haiku
Premium Member Gust
Whispering, often hushed – through oaks and pines, jaded hopes, inviting – the music of a prayer, free as light, glimpsing – yesterday, breaking through the spirit intimate and buttery as the sun, risking every breathless talent – portraying each smile in a gentling touch Kissing away the past with a kindness gasping, sighing, soothing away each teardrop, the dew in all its delight, sliding...

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Categories: gust, appreciation, rain, senses, wind,
Form: Personification
Premium Member Nothing More Than a Gust of Wind
you better than anyone know the power of words their careful selection their perfect timing mostly though you know the power of reserve of holding back of innuendo the suggestion with nothing said no commitment no evidence no trace the knock the open door not entered like the wind there and gone Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~THE RIGHT TIME~ 2023 AP: 2nd place 2023, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention...

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Categories: gust, longing, love, silence, wind,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member The Gust of Wind
*Image of La Bourrasque by FKR. The Gust of Wind A gust hath burst, As she traversed, A short-cut to, Broad avenue, Her black silk dress, Looped to a mess, Struggled full-length, Maintained her strength, Her matching shawl, Challenging haul, Onward she pushed, Hasty ambushed, The trail seemed gone, As she dragged on, Rounds disturbed leaves, As the squall heaves, Determined will, Since birth instill, The end result, Foresees exult, She soon arrived, As winds hath died, Wholly tangle, Loose...

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Categories: gust, art, autumn, character, destiny,
Form: Rhyme
Dust Blown Around In Gust and Thrust
into side must thrust wind would come up with a gust did survive from dust we knew they were trans which had been part of their plans either Fred's or Fran's we love our mother is perfect like no other even another fire seemed to spread trees burned up than were dead dreamed of when in bed to God we will pray tornado not come...

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Categories: gust, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
Dust Gust
after dead earth and moon ships will scan this here scan the darkness then they will leave without collection this area used to be good what we did was beautiful epic of hits and misses and there was that time we dare conquerors wanting the moon we dream away with the whole system a huge backyard we had yes it was beautiful and lasted a long...

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Categories: gust, journey, philosophy,
Form: Imagism
Dust
Descriptive voices get louder While likening dust to powder, Evangelizing ones in a sermon. Proclaiming it ‘A summon’ The prettily molded man is dust To all early and late –arriving corpses, a must, Worse dust, the one obsessed with lust. Metal too, correctly, is dust, As fatefully it goes ahead to rust Assembling some kind of crust, Sometimes into eyes blown by a...

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Categories: gust, death, freedom, irony, lost,
Form: Rhyme
Gust of Eyeful
Our vicar was describing Hell When it suddenly rung a bell I dreamed that in Paris I climbed up a Ferris Then on to the Tower I fell ........

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Categories: gust, word play,
Form: Limerick

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