Winded Poems - Poems about Winded

From the late 50s until the mid-60s, As I struggled through the mid-summer heat, I searched but found neither retreat nor relief. From before sunrise until after the setting sun, a little boy labored with a hoe in the hand in the Spring or with a big cotton sack on his shoulders in the Fall. Very little favor was the lad...

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I’m sitting on my lawn chair Outside the night is cool I hear the trees swaying The breeze chills my skin It knocks on my hippocampus Am I here or where it blows? Breeze, you are timeless From queens to divas, the same You carry me back to my childhood You go from high to my lows You leave me bereft as you...

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Sitting waiting, waiting for the light, anticipating the retreat of the night. The mallards have gathered awaiting their feeding. They always appear to be fiercely competing. A song birds trill permeates the air, spilling out it's chords, tender, fair. A boisterous crow joins the conversation. Flying to and fro with his long winded explanation. The full moon fades tucked somewhere far away, as...

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Socked and winded unconscious checking account... (alternatively named last poetic endeavor for 2019 issuing out cerebral petrified complex edifice fount wobbling as hood winking ornament mount). Speedily rushed to intensive care unit courtesy Brinks armored truck Citizens Bank emergency crew monied staff got no luck after electronic wires connected vital signs needle painfully stuck showed absolute zero change according to Huck Finn - whose hushed tones only...

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this wheat quivers like flesh beneath the whispers of love’s lips softly tracing tongued secrets around the edges I tremble the same within these thoughts...

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the cold refreshment sweeps through the redtop mountains - the sunny-blue wind ~ ~ ~ pleasure of rolled down windows and grandson’s afternoon nap 1/25/2019...

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I wrote a poem, it was long winded, but I'm posting this one, because I binned it, and as it went, it was an accident, and with the bin full of goo, save that poem I wouldn't do....

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Scary like some other long winded stories Watching the rise and the fall of a kingdom Walls once rebuilt again tumble the ground Allowing the beasties free reign in the village Bellowing out o’er the wickedest sound Pacing the streets, seeking out bits of garbage Leaving their stains on the innocent few Leering in windows where children are hiding Tender young things and...

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All the words I wish to say to you Have all been said a thousand times before. So I won't bore you with them now. You've already seen the northern lights, Winter's morning, and old forests all. So I won't show you what you mean to me. I know love songs greater than the ones that I could ever hope to...

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Luke lived in a place prone to an earthquake. One in the offing made him shiver and shake. He decided to act with full speed Throwing caution to the wind indeed. And moved to south Florida for safety’s sake....

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My friend let me share with you, the secret of what I do, It really is a mystery, I have no clue is the truth you see? It just happens to me. I ask many questions, I don't pretend to know, of what's so familiar it makes my heart glow. It just is. From lifetimes ago. I have a story of what it...

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If only to write... ~is a poet's gift, deepest of thoughts to form rhythmic lips... If only to love... ~is a lover's dream, fullfilling barren hearts from an endless stream... Winded whispers if only to write, winded whispers if only to love... If only to write, if only to love, morning and night to below from above.......

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