Wind Poems | Examples of Wind Poetry

Inspired by Bob Dylan's Blowing in the Wind Our journey takes on different roads we make our choices and our beds no rest for the weary till we're all dead Time is not our faithful ally its intentions waywardly dubious yet fate lays here in our hands Don't pretend you can't hear the many cries they're right outside your door blow the whisle sound...

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What if the moon played music composed of others' thoughts and wishes? Would you hum along and carry that tune all day after the moon fades and the sun rises? What if you could see the wind and know that it carried the hopes and dreams of others? Would you allow it to flow through and...

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Wind Binder First plane to fly 1903. A flying machine. Made from the Wright Brothers. Take flight through the air. Glide through the horizon. What an amazing feeling. Transport here and there. The sky is transparent. What an accomplishment. Skim through the clouds, air lift. Breathtaking views. With sunset hues. Embrace the ride. There is nothing like it. What a heavenly sight. Fly high. Fly away in disbelief. Fast as a bird on...

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We are inheriting Art and Arc Of trying to understand. How once, we were fingers, Born of the same common hand. Miniatures born into this land Of thought. Tactile each, and that ought, To have been enough. But, In the sound of each brushed whisper Overheard in the billowing clouds, We fought the thought Of the popular injunction. Loud as a newborn’s...

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The wind cometh bellowing its unrivalled thoughts while doing a gusty dance The wind cometh wearing a formidable aura scattering its’ amorous beads while rustling soothing secrets The wind blowth firing sizzling arrows giving tempestuous orders raising skirts and harrowing minds The wind cometh hailing with breezy whispers sweeping domains while emptying the man ...

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There are days we live only for others and happy to share in ours, words of devotion even scars. Though I never presumed to know or even understand.. only pretend. But this time's not the same this unshakable thing, like a pain, is not pretending. A feeling that wakes you from a deep sleep real, what ever that is transcending all moments that came...

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As long as the wind still blows His words will still reecho In the dreams we forget when we wake In the thoughts that dip and surface. "Africa must unite We have the resources We have the manpower Only unity remains" These words will fly with the Monsoon Across the plains of South Sudan, Cameroon Climb the hills of DR Congo, walk the lonely deserts...

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Tornado is an enraged volatile angry woman Joplin never saw her coming; until she was upon them Her path was a mile wide and twenty miles long Was she seeking revenge? Angry with all humans? We will never know, but she did unbelievable damage. Joplin, Missouri lost many lives that day. Four thousand homes were destroyed. I cannot fathom the horror of...

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tempers flare in high winds the sea roars in anger heavy rains pelt down waves rise to the occasion after much ado and with visible reluctance the sky begins to clear stars bestow their calmness while the weary moon looks on ...

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The Whisper through the Wind The whisper through the Wind The wind whispers a cry, a howl of sadness the wind whispers a song, a howl of gladness the wind whispers a message for you and me the wind whispers and we here but can not see At night and in the light the wind whispers Over the mountain and in the...

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Winter Hiku 13 ...

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Sunny days With a slight breeze, And the aura of summer Coming our way. I stood beside you, And glanced at you— At your chestnut eyes. An ideal time to speak, Those words that Quieted before they took form. I whispered them As you turned and walked away, And as my footsteps Filled the silence, The words were carried by the breeze. I wonder who the wind will give them...

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Words are incantations that dance on the cold night wind, Striking deep into the heart of my world, shattering the light beneath my eyelids, They slither like venomous snakes in the garden of tranquility, poisoning the air, Drowning in silence the hope that flickers like a candle in the storm. My bones may heal slowly under the spell of...

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If in all innocence broccoli brings out flatulence not to dwell but how many unfortunate smells will it impart from a single floret and in the end when it rends does it sound like a bassoon or clarinet? And what about the brussel sprout? No doubt it will create heady fallout and if on the quiet you ever diet or fast as you are...

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When the sun shines it does not shine for me When the rains come they never come for me When flowers bloom ...

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