Windblown Poems - Poems about Windblown

...When the last glow of daylight is seen and the first shades of the night begin the merging moment melts and is tethered to Twilight's subtle gleam where my mind is interlaced, in sentimental ......Read the rest...

...In the heart of the country, a veil of mystery and melancholy floats, And threading along the leaf of life, these methods seem a sinister symphony. Open borders, and immigration comes like an under......Read the rest...

...The holidays have come on gone away, The parties, desserts, and relatives too, But something wells up from my chest to say, “More than anything else, my friend, I miss you.” I miss your freck......Read the rest...

...Unsettling premonition kickstarts fiendish abomination Consider the following dogmatic, enigmatic, fantastic, idiotic, jargonistic, kimetic, linguistic, narcissistic, opportunistic, poetic......Read the rest...

...Chinese translations Li Bai These are my modern English translations of Chinese poems by Li Bai, who was also known as Li Po. Zazen on Ching-t’ing Mountain by Li Bai loose translation/int......Read the rest...

..."Wild and windblown, that's how you've grown. Who can cling to a ramblin' rose?" Lyric written by Nat King Cole Moving on, never still, You have a restless......Read the rest...

...On my heart, a winter swathed palm Her spring flowers only right for When chill itself dons out windblown— Attached there by my faithful arm. Green there and here tell on you soft, Your story......Read the rest...

...She tries to think how she might make it real. She feels like a windblown flame just a meaningless username. This morning she excavated the garage. Rope (is it strong enough to hold?) She thin......Read the rest...

...Litle girl, I remember being your lost father, lives tend to coalesce, curse or bless. I may have been the mother of your mother, reincarnation and karma, point to where they are most needed.......Read the rest...

...Cornflower eyes are selfie-less. My copper-toned hair, conspicuous. My playful scarf binds my cares, Softly flits about My windblown countenance. I lose myself in perspicacity, Alluring and eni......Read the rest...

...Imagists use clear, simple language to paint a picture. Imagery, on the other hand, is use of flowery and descriptive language, and often figurative language, to create an image in the reader’s mind.......Read the rest...

...Beneath a galloping wind I am gathering fallen twigs and other broken scrub. Suddenly, head bent to this thoughtless labor, I am aware, now upon my unheeding skin fox ears prick up. The p......Read the rest...

...cold windblown down feathers dot the forming ice......Read the rest...

...It snowed last night I awoke listening to the cold whisperings of windblown flakes. Peeking through the closed drapes I can see that the snowfall fell just enough to cover the base of the conc......Read the rest...

...The wave breaks soft yellow tinged Slow rising on the hoar frost night Thickened sap retreats in weakened sun And yet the leaves rejoice in nature’s call Party hats and favors drape them all I......Read the rest...