Introspection Wind Poems

When I opened the window, the wind cut through, refreshing. It reminds me of something, laughter is heard, a lonely feeling, distant memories, from the...

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 it’s such a modes
 hint of fall yet it is  just
spring time cause cooling

chill the breeze April 
it is so now spring season
so...

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I soar high above the mountains touching every elusive peak
carrying white fluffy clouds on my back, unhinged and free
The parched lands look up to me...

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Like a boy in the wild
raised by wolves
my poetry is sired
Tracking the scent
of each hunted word
traps set for me most dire
Uncaught or caged
by academia
my trail...

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woodland willows, icy white
winter weather waves its wand
wand'ring with the winds of time
wassail warms my weary walk.
weighted down with wrath and woe
wondering of worlds beyond...
wisdom...

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when
sacred butterfly wings
lock in a 
spiritual dance
while
both
their
hearts
still 
beating
seeking their chance
through
the 
gospel wind...

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Why does the wind create that howl
and with it such a sensation?
It's in your heart, your mind, your soul.
It seems to reach for your very...

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Breeze of Awakening

                      ...

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Stormy lives lived, their
    whirling vicissitudes
  tease our windy passions
    imagery strewn

  'long corridors else hollowed
 ...

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Remembering my Dad
Walking home in the warm breeze
Wafting memories

As if that same wind
Had blown through our vacations
Places we traveled

When I was little
And we used to...

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When the wind shifts to the south,
When the leaves wither and die,
I begin upon my path again.
Once again.

When the air begins to bite,
When the skies...

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I remember the days of certainty
A purpose laid out before me
Faith so strong, inspiration running wild
Motivation compelling, nothing could stop me
But with such powerful insight...

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Spring Was Delayed
by Michael R. Burch 

Winter came early:
the driving snows,
the delicate frosts
that crystallize

all we forget
or refuse to know,
all we regret
that makes us wise.

Spring was...

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A youthful face, but no brains:
Time the deceiver – I think back,
to all I thought I knew that it has 
taken me a lifetime to...

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SOARING WINDS-
lo weary wind soars
tween those giant tree spores high
woven midst the skies




1/ 10/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©













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