Beauty Wind Poems

Petals drift by wind
Just scattered everywhere
Footprints smashed them....

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The poet does not love you for your changing beauty, a leaf that shivers in the wind,
But for how the sun plays on the curve...

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O breezy Spring leaves,
Show-offs of stupendous beauty.
Your breathtaking heights
and swooning low brights,
Puffy delights
As you bud and sway.
You delightfully chill me
Goosebumps on arms
and brace.
Fingertips are nearly...

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It’s not that I am languid, more that I am chagrined.
So disappointed to be met by this dreadful north wind.
I am on my way to...

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A friend stopped by
Refreshing breeze to the senses
Sitting alone I knew I wasn’t alone
Thoughts came to mind and was inspired
Ideas of some sort
Each and every...

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Fragrance night, spicy
Breeze tangoes near tomorrow
to green world stage raves
Howling blues stir lilac dark
Starlight, whistling in the park

Clouds keep on drifting
in times of vanishing moon
It's...

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I spring alone with forgotten memories and shattered letters, I waltz through every landscape, I leap unendingly, sprinkling imprints of my fondness as rippled dunes...

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By Poet "The faces of pretty flowers will brighten anyone's day."

Under the bright blue sky
Pretty flowers are blooming to catch your eye
Lifting their many colors...

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"Ethereal Lanterns Poetry Contest"

Winter has gone to sleep,
fast asleep for another year.
Spring has opened it's eyes,
for a new season.
The cold of the winter,
has turned into...

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I started out as a pretty rose bud,
the rains are coming maybe even a flood.
Then the bright sun will come out,
my pedals open up without...

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gentle as a summer rain,
never doubting, trusting each whisper
as the faded echoes fall soft
to the ground, where they vanish,
leaving only filthy mud, like rust
who curses...

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Backdoor wide open
A cream moon is coming in
Softly, like a dream.
Beyond red sun, pearly rays
in a lazy, lilac night.

Howling wind whimsy
'midst the fantasy flowers
in plum,...

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Every year, at the scheduled arrival of March,
Mother Nature became seasonally enraged,
Like a lion, an unjustly imprisoned beast in a cage,
Like a cancer patient walking...

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I see the night crawl in. Covering all the colour with dark. I hear the wind whistle its hymns and see trees dance to the...

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