Sighing Poems - Poems about Sighing

Sighing in the rain

Sighing in the rain 

It 
Was a 
Dull morning
Dark and cloudy
But we ventured out
Rushing to catch the train 
Before long we were engulfed
Half way along the avenue
In a downpour of torrential rain
Of course Jan had forgotten her brolly

So we had to turn back, go home again
As she was soaked to the very skin
The rest of

Moon Sighs

Catching Moon Sighs

 
From time to time
as clouds pass
     — those  plumpted puffs — 
               touring  by 
…Out 
      from behind them
  a
  Night’s  lit
  

I Heard the Sighing Breeze

I heard what I thought were whispers in flight.
Soft murmurings like lyrics, that caused no fright.
It was similar to the humming drone of honey bees,
playing for me, "the silent song of the sighing breeze."

It was such a soft voice that resonated in my mind,
that I set out in a search, desperately hoping to find
the slightest

The Silent Song of the Sighing Breeze

Your sigh indicates as though you are tired, sad, and worn out,
Yet, how lovely is your song, dear breeze, how melodious!
Flowing, with scent, from a source unknown to an unknown route,
You make paradise this world vast wide and commodious...!

An amalgamation of Piano, guitar, and flute,
Your silent song, like the gushing of waterfall burbles, 
In-depth music

Sighing Breeze Whispers

 

Oh "the silent song of the sighing breeze"_
and melody of the birds chirping song,
the gentle swaying of the forest's trees;
sounds that mingle and twine  . . .  the whole daylong !

I come upon some wildflowers growing,
fragile blooms in yellow, purple and blue;
all the while that sighing breeze is blowing,
sighing, sighing-  though

The Silent Song of the Sighing Breeze

The silent song of the sighing breeze

      
         The silent song of the sighing breeze
            murmured but not listened !
           

Sighing Breeze

"The silent song of the sighing breeze"
Makes the orphaned hearts freeze 
Like a blow of a lonely tune 
In the sunny month of June 

A bright star fell from above 
Craving for his parted love 
Like the sun that misses the flower 
That came the way down from his tower 

Gloomy face, lonely whisper 
Longing

On Sighing

Sighing is one of life’s simpler pleasures
So often taken for granted, it appears,
It replaces many less desirable measures.

For example, learning a bill is in arrears
One can merely sigh and lay the matter aside,
So often taken for granted, it appears.

Another example, hearing a remark so snide
Showing boredom at such crass rudeness,
One can merely sigh and lay

The River Is Sighing

Last evening, I noticed the Ohio River is sighing
As its waters flowed lazily toward the west,
I wondered if old rivers might fear their dying.

They tell me her fish are no good for frying,
Technology prevents her from reaching a crest
Last evening, I noticed the Ohio River is sighing.

As I sat resting along the bank, I felt

Sighing of the Breeze

Have you ever really heard
The sweet twitter of the night bird,
Flying towards the refuge trees:
It's like the sighing of a breeze.

Two lovers sit on make shift bench,
Strangely they spoke in makeshift French,
Hoping their sweet whispers would please:
It's like the sighing of a breeze.

A boy and a girl ate their meal,
Time for play, oh just hear

Sleepless, Sighing Girl At Window

When the lights, one by one
House-lit do go off
I, with envy, pull back
A window's lace-cloth.

For there, under the stars
A Sleeping Beauty!
Earth - kissed awake of Dawn.
Wet-cheeked, more wishful
For whose own dreams come true
Which hour, too, finds me.

My Deep-Sighing Muse Revisited

Forlorn, my Muse breathes a profound, deep sigh; 
silent, I just observe and don't ask why.
Her sigh belies her true, fervent desire,
for she's forever near to just inspire.
Though sad, she sees me in the cool of morn
by brook and bower where my songs are born:
she, lighter from the music of my songs,   

Cry Sighing Soul

Cry Sighing Soul

my soul cries
awaiting those promises of love
my heart sighs


come unto me whole
O' my Lord
come unto me whole

7/7/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 © 
3/5/3 Words Count
5/3/5 Syllable Count
Lune poetry type

What Do You See

What do you see?                                                   

Sighing Mannequin

Oh, once again!  A cry!
Two-legged creatures 
Making love under sheets
and that last sigh!

A mannequin releasing
its last plastic breath!

:: 12-15-2017 ::

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