wind

Ignorance in the Sky

Oh, dear,

Firefly, firefly,

Against the midnight sky

Please tell me how, and tell me why

Does the sweet, sad wind so mournfully sigh?

Please tell me how, and tell me why

The clouds just hang and cry?

Quick, firefly fly...

Away.

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A Breeze

If I were able to toss and and swirl
about above the meninscus of the ocean;
I would love to be a dizzy little thing!
I would swoop and dip in and out again
over the tiny hollows of each little wave
till I whooshed up around and
riled up the sand with eddies at your feet
dropping the grains of glass pebbles like
a fluttering gift; dying down a little,
I would wrap my self around
your calves then climb up
and twine a track between, over, under
and through investigating every part of you
closely brushing and twisting around your torso
and winding by the nape of your neck
whispering gently as I hung about your lobes
lapping into your ears stories of where I've been
to look in hopes to find another half of me
and the winding twisting ease of which
life I find is, as a breeze I would trace across
your lips and and tickle you there gently
caressing and licking at the salt above.
I would dance around and invigorate
your body and travel all through your viens
and enter your mind where I would trace
a million thoughts of you so fine again.
I would plant a seed of hope and gently
water you in and say listen
to that whisper on the wind
calling you, that is your love searching
listen, let the wine of love breathe
and smell the sweet musky scent
as I leave and trace around you again.
in hoding every trace of you in my memory
making invisible shaped yous
as I travel back to sea and quitely
dance around waiting for you to breathe
the breath of love into me
through a little tiny breeze.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

its a draft but here it is none the less! hope you enjoy! :)

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Windy

I step outside from the warmth in my home. And the wind hits me like a car going indescribably fast, then crashes into my body. And then the cold hits me like a lightning bolt. So cold. So windy. It whisks me through the air, so fast. Although you can't see it, I imagine it has a face.

So I step back inside my house, into the crisp warmth. Away from the wind. away from the cold. Although it will be back again.

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Black Fan

breeze on sole. peel apart. remember
the way
the way he starred and sank through me

wind

alone again
i feel the pulse
in my stomach
and a tear insanity rises and flows
the fear boils and bubbles like a cauldron of anguish
that wont end. burns forever
close them tight
see reflected light. images of curtains
downward stripes
take me away from the fright that is my mind
no more hurt
seek the truth the now the light
the past is no more
yet i want it to be a source of happy memories
not a twisting knife
do i forget?
must i?
the curtain opens
the black night seems cold
yet endless possibilities exist beyond
the glass
screen
breeze inhale

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Hi guys! I'm totally new to this, so if you are reading this, feel free to comment on it or any of my other posts. Thanks! :)

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THE WIND--DER WIND---GERMAN


Ich freue
fur
gelassenheit
in der
wind.

Wie es
sanft
passe
durch.

Leise
flustert
sub
ausdrucke.

Catch zu
ein blatt
kommen
nehmen
eine fahrt
mit mir. 

(c) copyright heather burns

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Ich freue fur gelassenheit in der wind.

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Wind Of Death

Folder: 
2006

When I was a child

A wind gusted strong and wild

 

It smelt of death and

A change was in its breath

 

I wanted it to go away

And all it did was stay

 

I died a little inside

Having no one to confide

 

Buried it fast and deep

Not stopping to weep

 

But listen to that sound

Nothing like it can be found

 

That strange wind

Is picking up again

 

But where it blows

Well, only god knows

 

And I’m running to hide

Because there’s no one to confide

 

I don’t want to feel that way

The death I felt inside that day

 

~Chrystal

Written on

October 16, 2006

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I dont really remember what this poem was about but I do know its true.

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SWEEPING WINDS--VENTOS DEL BARRIENDO - ---(senryu)

 


un fuerte vinto barriendo

a traves del paisaje una vez mas

caer al suels. 

(c) copyright heather burns

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A WIND SWEPT DAY / DEDICATION AFZAL SHAUQ

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PASHTO

په اړوند

د ځانونو وقفولو ستاينه / افضل shauq زه قلم زما او

زما خوبونه ليدل خبرې
زما نه شم ويلای لرم ما ته
د باد
په زړه د باد ورځ ده. جارو

و خوب ښايي زه
او يا دوه، زما
سترګو
ته كښې
د هغوی پو ته
زما د باد خوبونه ليدل.


تحمل ته زما زړه مې د باد

د يو balmy ښايي
دا د اور او
چپه نيوي ستاسو مې
. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I bear my heart to the wind, on a wind swept day.

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AMNESIAC REASONING

AMNESIAC REASONING

The wind is soft,
The heart high inside the breeze.
I dream of happiness,
The sun explode,
To kiss rainbows…

Could it be so pretty?
But the rain spills millions,
Broken tears over,
My drifting soul I think…

Amnesiac reasoning,
Absent minded reflections,
I think u are,
U thinks I am here…

The wind is hard,
The heart sinking deep,
I dream of sadness,
The sun disintegrated,
To wash out rainbow…

Could he be so ugly?
Nevertheless, the rain swallows,
Millions of diamonds,
Reason hit, I think…

       COPYRIGHT@2006.H.NAUDET.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

depression or reality?

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