Rustles Poems - Poems about Rustles

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am between breaths and the blink of an eye. I am the thought that quickly enters then suddenly dies. I am the stillness between melodies, only heard in br......Read the rest...

...Rustles through new leaves, Warm breeze dances on my skin, Petals in the air, Nature's breath so soft and light, Spring's gentle sigh stirs the soul.......Read the rest...

... Written: April 4th, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Behold, arrays of dreamy dryads, With lacy halos of azure and amethyst dyads Their ethereal presence, a sight t......Read the rest...

...Just a single astral flicker births upon the darkness a crest of day, A lone strand of wax, dancing its aura Dispels the night – In a delirium of glimmers that chase away the phantoms of fear, Sh......Read the rest...

...In this vast expanse of blue and green, I stand, alone, not a soul to echo my thoughts against, nor a shadow to mingle with mine under the sun. Here, where the earth stretches infinitely, wh......Read the rest...

... Sprawling aspiration effervescent incandescence spreads psychic plasma of primal spectrum painting passion on the silken sky the configured fascinated facsimile of mental panorama su......Read the rest...

... Come cover me with taffeta blue and and my cello's hue and let the warmth rub onto you when they join the cotton of my handkerchief Nature's discards in their pure state are put to good use I......Read the rest...

...I wrote this poem two summers ago when the heat and humidity were unusually high. The weather conditions were ripe for what’s called a ‘derecho,’ igniting a memory of a dreadful derecho that struck o......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ wind gently rustles my hair and face—winter rains kiss me in surprise ......Read the rest...

... The existential bird in the blossomed blue, flies abandoned with the rhythm of swan song. The tapestry of time wraps with eternity hue the innate immortality essence etched to belong. The......Read the rest...

...Down the dirt road of the old farm village, where the sun sinks low, casting long shadows, each weathered cottage tells its silent tale. Creaking porch swings, paint chipped and peeling, invite......Read the rest...

... Cars are the wind on the streets semi-truck wheels shriek thunder, rain shatters against stone and brick walls on dusty roads, oak trees fence with twigs— wushu wooden clatters. Dreadful a......Read the rest...

...I sit still in my cabin listening to the robins sing and the warm air from the sun creeps under the door and filters its residue on the floor. I was tempted to sin but a strange emotions sets in and ......Read the rest...

...Seeking a light Winter chill rustles faces in fields of grey Feet ponder in the reservoirs of rain Gazes search the blue line for wavering light Frosty strangers stole their light Branc......Read the rest...

... beneath serene and reflective night skies gentle feelings silence each tear, each fear, breathing in smoldering dreams who arise rustles of stillness, spark a soft prayer. ......Read the rest...