Windswept Poems - Poems about Windswept

...Even now, she could recall the intoxicating ecstasy that consumed her as the blade bit and tore. A perverse mix of terror and dominance, an unholy sacrament enacted to satisfy depravities that should......Read the rest...

... She gazes past the golden fields beyond the wheat that summer yields above the solitary oak, so still where a lazy hawk, with circles fill. He feels the drifts in windswept skies her soul......Read the rest...

... He wears thick gloves when he strings the barbed wire, fashioning a thorny fence from prickly metal spines, reminding me that cattle like to know the boundaries, the edges of a pasture, clever......Read the rest...

...Cowpoke by Michael R. Burch, circa age 16 Sleep, old man... your day has long since passed. The endless plains, cool midnight rains and changeless ragged cows alone remain of what once was.......Read the rest...

...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 see him, and I will look so disheveled. I am convinced the god Boreas......Read the rest...

... As heartrose epitaphs swathe earthly echoes with swelled up w a v e s of spiritual sirens, sea-fairies collide with honeysuckle footprints, traced by mint-green manta rays al......Read the rest...

... They met beside the water’s edge Drawn by the sound of lapping waves Beneath the gaze of the full moon Attraction blossomed into love. But jealous fate split them apart When out at sea a ragin......Read the rest...

... Blushed rose shaking hands with hues of cerulean, bluish sighs in pinkish alibis, softly whispering to the lilacs, gently blowing, through the winds of amethyst, a vision of majes......Read the rest...

...They met beside the water’s edge Drawn by the sound of lapping waves Beneath the gaze of the full moon Attraction blossomed into love. But jealous fate split them apart When out at sea a raging ......Read the rest...

... Blossoms line my laden descent down to the perked watering hole that plays empty theater, awaiting my creative path, a royal welcome - represented by accumed variety and presumed ......Read the rest...

... I like the accidental, incidental way- the mist kisses and lifts from the timberline, like angelic lung that breathes it all in, drifts to the next flowering, a honey bee in a land o......Read the rest...

...Whatsoever life may hurl our way, A storm of sorrow, doubt's cold sting, We rise each dawn, a brighter day, Though shadows dance, their darkness clings. Let never fear your spirit sever, ......Read the rest...

...Deep in the earth, a stifled cry, We yearn for air and a boundless sky. Roots may hold fast, but spirits crave, The sun's warm kiss on a windswept wave. Blind tendrils reach, a desperate plea, ......Read the rest...

...Saw the 'Windswept Man' on Market Street The scene wrapped up in reggae sounds Moments became magical Existence happened briefly, I felt there As a student I'd walk that street daily If I cut ac......Read the rest...

...I hover outside the fringes of a distant crowd a soft disquiet looming beyond the darkness the moons of Jupiter sucking me into a shroud. I choose to be pleasantly placid this moment my eyes fi......Read the rest...