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Poems About: WIND

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

  • 361.
    Wind Storm

    The wind makes trees whisper
    Makes the leaves flee across the pavement
    Makes me feel alive
    I want to run away read more »

    Sarah Moore
  • 362.
    Rushing Wind

    rushing wind, rushing wind
    why in a hurry?
    we don't have anymore place to stay
    little Sammy wants to play read more »

    Meggie Gultiano
  • 363.


    North-wind undress trees read more »

    Rajkumar Mukherjee
  • 364.
    Northern wind

    Northern wind northern wind
    I'm still standing straight
    I'm still hoping for new days
    all that hurt me to erase read more »

    Dali Luptak
  • 365.

    8th June:
    wind lashes
    an oak
    in the read more »

    Liam ó Comáin
  • 366.
    the girliest girl

    The girliest girl
    I ever met
    The way she
    Moves the wind read more »

    mifael llauderes
  • 367.

    Gone with the wind.
    the months, the days and the weeks
    her stressful times despite shes meek
    all is gone with the wind. read more »

    olam soj
  • 368.
    The Whispers Of Gentle Winds

    The Whispers Of Gentle Winds
    I hear the whisper of your name
    In the gentle wind;
    I stand alone in the moonlit skies read more »

    Lilly Emery
  • 369.
    Spasm Of Earth Pain

    poetic lines speak
    poet rage in verse
    land rape of forest
    human inhabitants read more »

    Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
  • 370.

    Rotation of the Earth produces waves on the ocean.
    Wind produced by the sea waves passes through land.
    High or low pressure is formed on the regions of the world.
    And Monsoon seasons in a year cause climatic changes. read more »

    Ramesh T A
  • 371.
    The Wind

    I saw you toss the kites on high
    And blow the birds about the sky;
    And all around I heard you pass,
    Like ladies' skirts across the grass-- read more »

    Robert Louis Stevenson
  • 372.
    Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed

    Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound
    In the throat, burning and turning. All night afloat
    On the silent sea we have heard the sound
    That came from the wound wrapped in the salt sheet. read more »

    Dylan Thomas
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