Whirlwind Poems - Poems about Whirlwind

Despairing of lightening her mood ten children her burden her life spent pushing and tugging ...

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Whirlwind of Hope I found strength amidst the rolling wave it’s steamy showers giving a balmy calm the bellowing wind buzzing past pause to whisper a secret resounding my passive desires that you are a part of me ...

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Written: June 18, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France Quote: "The lamps are different, but the Light is the same." By Rumi ******************** The shame I bear yearns to be set free, Fantasies conceal what people must foresee. A whirlwind of visualization—eerie, untamed, Imagination dares where rules are disclaimed. How I...

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My mind spins in endless flight, chased by shadows of self-doubt. Love’s mirror feels unkind tonight, each flaw a storm, my heart shouts. I wish to rest where calm resides, be free of the chaos within. But winds of fear whisper, collide, uncertainty sways where I begin. Yet in...

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In the whirlwind of my thoughts, every question spins like an unwavering storm, a slippery enigma that escapes every attempt to grasp it in my palms, a million whispers dance in my mind, day and night, never pausing, like a spring tide forcefully hitting the shore, they strike my mind with a deafening echo, I spill my thoughts when...

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The sand swirls the seconds in a gentle ash whirlwind time blows its song upon the columns of a deaf temple the king of memories scatters his crown on dry sand the vassal of regret carries silences in sacks of heavy light each moment pulses in the palm like a glass fish I hear the future tremble under the eyelid...

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DUSTY POET Dust before donkey doomed a wicked whirlwind grains of wisdom wrinkle sand webs dust devitalise land here...

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Since you have been gone A lot of water has passed under the bridge A mixed bag of events have occurred Leaving behind earth-shaking calamities Difficult to quantify As confusion like whirlwind Keeps spreading and threatening The very fabric of National Cohesion Nobody knows what to believe anymore As looters of our commonwealth Keep spewing...

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In the whirlwind of time, who said that seconds are decreed? That your steps must align with others’ concrete success indeed, That arrival is an unyielding mandate, and deviation a defect? You see them climbing the spires of their creation without regret. In iron and glass they carve their legacy, while you remain silent, A shadow frozen in the ruins...

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In the whirlwind of the wind, my soul also spins unyieldingly, On watercolor wings, the seasons carry me aloft, Through wrinkled fantasies, the heart's mistakes shatter, Waltzing in the whispers of waves, my soul cradles gently. Under the watchful rain of stars, my dreams drip slowly, The talisman stained with tulips hides unspoken truths, Stepping lightly over the threshold of dusk,...

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A whirlwind of emotions A cyclone of wandering thoughts A tempest of trepidation That leaves me baffled and distraught The devastation of my battling mind Wreaks havoc in the soul's sacred shrine. ...

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Gusting Trees swayed by breeze Leaves blew across the field Dust lifted into a vortex Whirlwind...

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In the whirlwind of time when leaves weave their copper cloak over my wandering soul, I let myself be carried by the wild dance of the forest whispering the tale of a rusted season, While my hair becomes a nest for autumn dreams falling in an infinite rhythm, And I run through the carpet of gold and purple,...

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We press on, bound to yesterday, dragging chains through time’s tight whirlwind, The prisoner is not the one who has erred, but the one haunted by their mistakes. We are all guilty of the great crime: not learning to be simple, But by choosing to be free, we can liberate ourselves from the endless, dark past. We carry with...

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In the sweet whirlwind, the poet finds his home, Enamored by that world which lingers in his heart, Where his soul unfolds beneath the serene sky, And words are born like the notes of a divine symphony. He becomes an alchemist of love, transforming experiences into verses, Opening his heart, allowing love to flow into every line, In the dance of...

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