Wind Off Poems - Poems about Wind Off

...Do you remember going to Bald Head Island? Must have been 13 years ago now. Well, I finally went back & the wind off the ocean was working overtime. It was blowing in streams, kicking the dunes aro......Read the rest...

...The wind chill is thirty-two degrees below zero in Chicago Snow is being pushed around by plows that are burying cars The wind off the lake is adding to our discomfort, but taxis are moving Marsha......Read the rest...

...Bright sun lit the sky and I lit a joint and the mood was gay and our spirits free; when headed for the coast, Te Arai Point, on that long dusty trail through Forestry. Back to an age of ......Read the rest...

...Our hands were restless holding detectives brooms with hope of sweeping storms And our isolation have been exchange with ecstasies lurking around medallion of ease to wind off doldrums from o......Read the rest...

..."I can't breathe please!" A voice sobs in a mumble, begging in pain for his life. Another black soul smothers, beneath a savage white knee. His rights traded for brutality, his freedom gone w......Read the rest...

...LBI, Drifting Sands Good Morning, Spring. I know you’re awake. I see your color rising with the sun. Through the open balcony door of our third floor suite, the sea breeze coolly streams into o......Read the rest...

...There was scent of a fire in the call of the wind from a few blocks away, I could smell it today... someone burning a pile, in this first day of fall Leaves and debris, with smoke o......Read the rest...

...For seven months now, this exercise class at 8 a.m. Forty minutes. Tedious – one small rip across the smooth fiber of morning. I don’t want to be skinny, just full of energy and run. No stress – read......Read the rest...

...Sand in the wind off the desert, Burning my face in the breeze, Sand in the wind is a demon, Scaring the leaves off the trees. Sand in the wind knows you’re leaving, Hammering my window-pane, ......Read the rest...

...Bathed in serenity caressed by oceans of aesthetic, calm, spiritual secrets. Merry carousels spin from the wind off the wings of the wispy, soft doves that sing to me. Velvet corollas ......Read the rest...

...Sand in the wind off the desert, Burning my face in the breeze, Sand in the wind is a demon, Scaring the leaves off the trees. Sand in the wind knows you’re leaving, Hammering my window-pane, ......Read the rest...

...A canyon junction west of Soledad and south of Mint (named for purple sage) – this scoured maze of Canyon Country where I rode bareback down arroyos, leaving hoofprints in sand. Today, I’ll......Read the rest...

...These things you hide I can find, with the outgoing tide For,I know your mind All to find These things you hide I can find The sea of your mind The turning tide.............. le......Read the rest...