Love Gust Poems | Examples
These Love Gust poems are examples of Gust poems about Love. These are the best examples of Gust Love poems written by international poets.
We went for a walk, one windy day,
through the woods, and along the way,
she said to me, "If you please,
let's sit a while, it would make me smile,
beneath these shady willow trees."
Yet, as just then, a gale-like gust blew by,
in apprehension, I asked her, "Why?"
And with a flirt, a lift of skirt,
the lady promptly did reply,
"On my first date, not to prevaricate
or equivocate, I don't osculate.
It's not the wind beneath my wings,
or a draught up the shaft I love,
but the breeze between my knees."
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 hope, a desire
To be loved and adored
With the gift of light
Who brings insight
Into those
Who hear
Gusts
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 2022
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 our way
away from us stay
Carolina country
with an iron foundry
along the boundary
Need to have a poetry group at
St. James Episcopal Church.
On a crisp winter gust of wind he blew in.
Rousing me to wakefulness as he gently touched my skin
Just out of the blue
As if he knew
My existence had grown dim
And I needed him
And now at last I could see
The face to the angel of my fantasies
He rescued me
Just like a dream
I never believed would be
Released from hurtful negativity
He set me free
It was like looking into a mirror
I saw his soul of shimmer
A duplicate of mine
Destined to be combined
A placid giant in my eyes
He was the best of the human race
Secure in his arms of protection
I was greatly adored and with that safe
With a patient understanding
Simply kind and not demanding
Bringing out the best in me
Inspiring words of poetry
He whipped up a storm of passion in my heart
And with tenderness completed me
For he was my missing part
Spring Gust
She appeared as Spring Gust
Enchanted, I admit must.
Buds of my heart unfolded petals.
Blooming flowers nodded heads.
Her eyes blinked,
Nose blushed pink.
She spoke something, but beyond perception.
She left silent.
She went away and did not turn back
I waited in my Spring Garden
with ardent ardor as burden.
Next season, Spring sure to come,
not by chance!
If she steps in, even by mistake,
Will she put a glance on me?
Waiting and waiting in somber solitude.
Spring gust kissing me off and on.
04/25/18
Re-edited on 07/04/21
First Place
A Brain Strand Contest July. 4
By
Brian Strand
As I look back, my love, I see smoke not the ashes
And finally I come to see the truth
Just as we are we were made, by our hearts and so we
paved the roads that built our Rome
Like a gust of fresh air,
you're my spring tide,
foreverness,
my eternal constant love
Years seemed so kind, just as sands of the oceans
Like beggars we've stolen times grandiose
Sailing through tears, leaving sorrow and fear
we chartered to see our hopes renewed
Like a gust of fresh air,
you're my spring tide,
foreverness,
my eternal constant love
The world was our carpet, the heavens our comfort
How high could our union spread its wings
Yet it's hard to believe, where there were two now lives emptiness,
A world without you is just plain despair
Yet... Like a gust of fresh air,
you're my spring tide,
foreverness,
my eternal constant love
Cloudy, sun filled skies,
The breeze composes its odes:
For the love of trees.