Short Breeze Through Poems
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Smoke’s faint aroma.
Whispered breeze through turning trees
To ground lone leaf floats
10/10/09
Breeze through the harbor
Nasty though it may be to
get to the Tree Tops.
The fools that spring to life in
These woods are invincible.
Reading up in the attic
Alone, a breeze through window
Each page a bold mystery
Feeling of spring morn
Russell Sivey
Get some rest my friend,
Like me.
Breeze through tomorrow,
Then, it's the weekend baby!
wrote 1-21-10
in a text to my friend, Tralanya
Echoes Of The Past
green moss, low fog dawn
windswept breeze through old willows
tombstone, cold alone
Robert J. Lindley, 4-22-2018
Haiku, ( Escaping Dreams)
Feel
I feel The breeze through my hair. And The rain upon my face. A touch, a warm embrace. I feel The warmth of the sun amazing grace. The Scent of spring fills the air. Yet there you are, simply unaware.
Joys doze between antiques.
Faceless memories soar.
The breeze, through cracked tiles, leaks.
Doors, with their coarse voice, screech.
Filled with footsteps, floors squeak.
Mute musings reach their peaks.
Walking on the beach
Listening to the waves from the ocean
Feeling the sand between my feet
Feeling the light breeze through my hair
I look up to the clear sky
at the stars above,
Thinking about the one I love.
Form:
Will you serenade me
with your sweetest smile
Help me breeze through
every workday turnstile
Will you dance with me too
past all the startled looks
Of curmudgeons and drones
with their heads in their books
The speed, invigorating,
damp mist, breeze through my hair,
aghast at the roar's and scream's from a far,
faster and faster,
my palm's getting clammier and clammier,
stillness in mid air,
my heart skips a beat,
please, please get me to my feet.
The Desert
~*~
misty morning
silver over cactus thorn
diamond drops
~*~
mesquite trees dance
smooth breeze through the sage
ripples on the sand
~*~
invisible clouds
sunlight melts morning
woodpecker news
~*~
Mountainous art thy depths.
Keeper of treasures and tears.
Solemn thy plight,
Ever moving in contempt.
Sway as i may,
In mind through time.
Whose memory i replay,
None gave sweeter bliss.
Standing alone still,
Breeze through hair.
into the moonlit bay.
Written on 7/27/2021
By Gail R DeBole
Updated on 8/17/2021
My granddad’s five-dollar bill in hand
Was blown by a breeze through farmland.
Our dog, King, “saved the Abe”
Fetched the bill straight away
To return it to my grandad’s hand.
(True Story that happened in the 1960s)
Silence.
Quiet.
A rustling of leaves.
A whisper of wind.
Dancing of thieves.
Silence.
Quiet.
A small child’s sighs.
A breeze through the curtains.
Behind dreaming eyes.
Silence.
Quiet.
A heartbeat asleep.
Drowning in blankets.
Breathing the deep.
Silence…
Quiet…
As we breeze through life, just flowing along,
delighted as sunlight grazes our skin,
we know for sure this is where we belong,
as with each heartbeat we anew begin,
with God whispering secrets from within.
Bilocation between the void and earth,
has our toroidal heart bubbling in mirth.
I wake up in the morning, with a smile on my face.
Nothing in my life, feels out of place.
The birds in the trees, and a buzz in the air.
I breeze through my day, without even a care.
Never in my life have I felt so alive and free.
I'm enjoying every moment that I have because
I'm as happy as can be.
O, what is pride
That we holdeth onto it.
‘Tis as dew naked in the sunlight,
A beautified bouquet, fresh trim’d,
A flame flickering in the roaring rain..
A mere feeble flamboyance;
That withers as swiftly as breeze through our fingers..
O, what is pride
That we holdeth onto it.
-Titus Loh-
http://after-tim.blogspot.com
Form:
~*~
Petrified forest
the grandest canyon of all
Monument valley
~*~
dancing mesquite trees
arid breeze through sage and sand
Saguaro just pose
~*~
wolves howl at the moon
pack of coyotes scream and cry
beep beep roadrunner
~*~
Arizona heat
a hundred ten in the shade
eggs fry on sidewalks
Drowsy eyes droop
As slumber scoops
Fatigue farms here
With sleepy cheer
Body finds rest
In dreamy quest
Sleep comes swiftly
With rest that frees
Ply the nightmare
Beyond sane cares
Breeze through sweet dreams
With soul trance themes
Siesta sparks mood
To cast new good
Leon Enriquez
05 November 2015
Singapore
Amidst the chitter chatter,
The cool breeze blows,
In the hubbub of life,
Poetry freely flows;
Listen to its sweet murmur,
Reaching you through the din,
As the breeze touches you,
Tingling your skin;
Jot down the soft words,
Slowly as they come,
Smile as it refreshes you,
In this dull humdrum.
08/22/18
Breeze through all times
Dance with each chime
Come and seek proof
That tells on truth
Squeeze each new fest
Just do your best
Quest for the light
That brings grand sights
Child of the moon
Transcend each boon
Waltz your own dance
Seize profound chance
Love knows just how
Be willing now
Leon Enriquez
18 March 2018
Singapore
Friends warm the heart like the sun
And ease the soul like a breeze through the trees
They come and go in cycles, but are always remembered
Like the memory of sunshine when there are clouds
And the wish for wind when all is still
They leave marks that are never forgotten
And the effects are forever even when they've gone
The important part is that they came at all
Rained out. The clouds seep through the mountains like a ghost reclaiming its land. Seeping through every inch every cavern every crack. Between your legs under your belly the small of your back If only to whisp across the organs keys again. If only to rustle the curtains again. If only to breeze through her blonde beautiful hair once again. To say, "Oh, I am here Evelyn".
Flowing with ease, in mode embrace and release,
looking neither ahead nor backward in time,
seeking no outcomes, no demons to appease,
leaving behind no residue, as we climb,
all doings are done as God Himself does please,
making all our actions blissful and sublime.
No karma’s attracted since there’s no one here,
as we thus breeze through life sans desire and fear.
The motion:
The breeze through the window and my wandering thoughts.
This jagged ink provokes beauty-recognized,
Unwavering and clairvoyant and I mean this:
This train makes sounds that help me breathe.
This life makes purpose through bending, countless futures.
Here I found at the edge of Bavaria
And into the endless blessed rolling of river and hill:
God and a dream.