Poems About: WIND

In this page, poems on / about “wind” are listed.

  • 349.
    The way it goes. (BY A 12 YEAR OLD)

    The wind in your hair,
    the wind in your face, the wind in your toes,
    the wind up in space. read more »

    Braylyn Thomasson
  • 350.
    Against the Wind

    I have walked against the wind
    From the time I was a child
    Forward steps were hard to take
    The wind was never mild read more »

    Jim Richardson
  • 351.
    from where i come from

    slopes of the
    mountains
    and a small patch
    of a plain read more »

    RIC S. BASTASA
  • 352.
    Wind Of Prediction

    As the trees play in the breeze
    Do you wonder what it may mean.
    Does the wind coming from a certain direction
    Mean something we should heed. read more »

    Alison Smith
  • 353.
    lay here

    laying in the grass
    the grass that quitely speaks
    speaks to me
    about LIFE read more »

    Thai Hood
  • 354.
    Wind

    What goes up must go down,
    What you see in the air will always be there, read more »

    Ben Borkan
  • 355.
    The Winds

    If only the wind would do its job and blow
    Blow… blow to reprove the trash of the ground
    The seas are at tumult because of the sun
    The land is made cold by the hearts of man read more »

    Leslie Alexis
  • 356.
    Face The Wind

    Face the wind
    Feel the pressure
    It blows me away
    It rushes past to God knows where read more »

    Zoe MacRae
  • 357.
    In the Land of Zephyr...

    The wind scooped out the snow,
    twirl, splashing the rowan in slumber,
    shook its boughs of snow;
    to emerald green rife with crimson. read more »

    Aparna Veeyou
  • 358.
    Where Does The Wind Go

    Where does the wind go on cold, cold nights
    Out of the sight of the bright sunlight,
    Under the gaze of the glowing moon,
    When all the world is tired and sleeping; read more »

    Patti Masterman
  • 359.
    The Wind is Free

    Wake from your nightmare, shut your eye, let life begin

    With the cock crow and traffic flow the nightmare begins read more »

    dave harry
  • 360.
    What Do You Want With Me

    You live in a mansion, with your own private harbor
    And you own an island, where you go every summer

    What do you want with me, Earth, wind, water, or fire read more »

    Colin Coplin
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