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Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: grief, howl, hurt, solitude, sorrow, wind,

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She roams cross the land her heart so bitter blue Leaving behind frosty morning dew Icy veil sadly unkept Laden woe upswept She speechless Wept Left dreamless Numb regret windswept No kind soul to intercept Cold bemoaning howling winds a clue She roams cross the land her heart so bitter blue
-andaree form- Submitted on July 7, 2019, for contest VERSE A FAVOURED THEME sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST Originally posted on May 1, 2018


Poem Details | by Geoffrey Brewer |
Categories: death, eulogy,

Epitaph for George - A Lethal Wind

EPITAPH - A LETHAL WIND

Here lies George, the sad deceased

Victim of flatulence released

The result: he would expire

Stood before an open fire


Geoffrey Brewer
15 Sept 2018

Poem Details | by Mel Merrill |
Categories: death,

Death, the Howling Wind

Death, the howling, moaning wind
The dying can't ignore--
It scratches at the window pane
And slaps the shudder door.

Then cruelly taps upon the roof
With incessant, mocking strain--
And stops, but only for a breath,
Then begins to howl again.


Poem Details | by Gerard Keogh Jr. |
Categories: death, loss, nature

Stark Endings on an Autumn Wind

Burnished bronze, tarnished teal,
flare warnings yield to winds of steel.
Their urge to jump, to flee and hide
cuts off the warmth for suicide.

They leap and land at such a cost,
far flung debris- refulgence lost.
They shrivel brown, dark fibers done,
decay beneath the wayward sun.

Their shredded shells in supine piles,
small hells ignite by human wiles.
Gray smoking wraiths slip out to sigh,
soar off to smear the flannel sky.

Green progeny will take their turn.
One chance to live is what they earn.


Poem Details | by Celeste Butler-Mendez |
Categories: natural disasters, naturedeath, death,

Great Sullen Wind

A breeze that once lay cool in morn,
is face of death as dark was born.
On pebbled beach and under guise,
from sea to shore destroyed broad wise.

Great sullen wind awoke this night
and made old oak tree tremble fright.
Though might in years, he stood and shook
for death wind sought and life it took.

In churches huddled in the mass
we prayed the Lord would let it pass
and so He did and had it done
so weathered storms would see the sun.

Poem Details | by Jo Bien |
Categories: death

A gentle wind


Blows in from the east
Disturbing my thoughts and heart 
Concluding of life

Poem Details | by Eve Roper |
Categories: bereavement, sea, wind,

The Wounds at Which She Bled

The wind raised the wave with pleasure over and over, 
exploding with its weight embracing the jagged rocks. 
Seeing the aged shoreline spread like an endless rover, 
of eroded pinnacles. No ship dare seek its locks, 
for its nonexistent shore has suffered severe shocks.

She hugged her woolen shawl, tightly around her shoulders,
to ward off the chill, and walked along the cliffs, looking 
out onto the sea. Waves crashed against battered boulders, 
stirring the cool mist and briny fragrance. Concealing
the love she once shared, but lost to the seas bewitching.


7/27/2017

English Quintain, ababb, 13 syllables

Poem Details | by Greg Gaul |
Categories: death, deep, introspection, ocean, storm, truth, wind,

Tempest Deep

I ride the waves of innocence
on the ocean of The Now.
From the depths of dank
a demon stalks my bow.

On deck afraid, alone I stood
quelling fear the best I could.
Furled the jib and reefed the main
what you do when the wind's insane.
Then rising atop a stormy swell
the giant beast straight from hell.

Peering so deep in its deathly eyes
I could hear a thousand sailors' cries.
The chilling truth that I could see
was the evil thing in fact was me.

Poem Details | by A Dear Heart |
Categories: angst, baby, death,

the wind beneath angel wings

the wind blew that day the hearse shiny black the coffin so small for a baby boy- weeping filled the air a lullaby slipped from my lips in the wild wind- drifting with tears with heads bowed hearts broken he left us - on small angel- wings ___________________________ December 10, 2019 Poetry/Diminished Hexaverse/the wind beneath angel wings Copyright Protected, ID 19-1206-643-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Written for the contest, Pick A Title, Vol 12, Diminished Hexaverse sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Title Chosen #2- The Wind Beneath Angel Wings First Place

Poem Details | by Sergio Roiatti |
Categories: death, depression, lost lovebird, bird, grave,

Whisper In The Wind

Do not come to my grave and cry, 
I am not here, I am in the sky.
I am that diamond that flies so high, 
The bird that sings
That calms your mind.

Do not come to my grave and cry, 
You are not alone, 
I am by your side.
Never far, always near, 
To wipe away that salty tear.

Do not come to my grave and cry, 
I am not here, I am in the sky.
I am that diamond that flies so high, 
The bird that sings, 
The whisper in the wind; 
That calms your mind.

Poem Details | by Peter Dome |
Categories: dedication, dream, fantasy, happiness, home, horse, life, memory, native american, nature, people, places, sympathy,

Free as the wind Ode to native American Indians

Oh how I wish
I could set free
the native American Indian
with pride and dignity
taking them back
across the great open plains
to their sacred home
in the lush green vallies
where buffalo are plentiful
and roam
so the Indians can live in peace
one with nature once more
where the eagles soar
setting them free as the wind
wild untameable as a magnificent stallion
running toward the setting sun.





Peter Dome.copyright.2012.

Poem Details | by Lycia Harding |
Categories: blue, death of a friend, eulogy, goodbye, heaven, journey, leaving, sky, travel, voyage,

An Early Wind

You will go from earth to sky for this sweet reunion.
lie softly Precious Traveler, suffer not. 

sleep...

blue Mother Moon shall open an early wind 
and gently blow you home.

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July 22, 2015

Poem Details | by Zamreen Zarook |
Categories: autumn, day, death, earth, earth day, fire, forgiveness, giving, grave, history, horror, places, pollution, river, sky, social, space, tree, water, wind,

Why all this Destructions

Why all this Destructions? – Zamreen Zarook

God created this whole universe for the mankind,
He gave everything lavishly, thinking that we might be kind,
Even though people are able, they seems to be blind,
Whereas people failed to mind.

The sky which was created for the man started to scream and cry,
Since good morals and ethics were decry,
The fire started to do the mimicry,
As the water lands cannot bear, it came to man with a battle cry.

Land couldn't hold and it started to gorge,
Fresh air merged with chemicals and started to urge,
Whatever created for the man have started to over charged,
Stop evil and let the merits be enlarged.

Poem Details | by Lycia Harding |
Categories: death, earth, eulogy, heaven, journey, moon, sky,

An Early Wind

You will go from earth to sky for this sweet reunion.
Lie softly Precious Traveler, suffer not. 

Sleep...

Blue Mother Moon shall open an early wind 
and gently blow you home.

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July 22, 2015

Poem Details | by TAMMY REAMS |
Categories: death, imagery, innocence, natural disasters, power,

Wind

Wind upon the mast
oceans ghost forever lost
ships of gold and souls

T Reams

Poem Details | by Dave Collins |
Categories: age, autumn, death, farewell, fire, high school, loss, nature, october, seasons, teen, weather, wind,

Rakes and Flames

As the dawn expells its authoritive cast; they awake, but are abandoned. They
turn--but their friend the sun ignores  and they understand.   They commune
their relationship and part with their memories;   and sigh.

They say their good-byes in a tone of fullfilment, but aface their anxieties
toward the skies for hope; but are denied. A clouded sky brings a chill in the 
air and a rustling of rakes and flames. 

Old as hell, written in HS for publication, circa 1971 by me. When I was young in the 60's in Ohio, we burned leaves in our backyard; sometimes our household trash too. You had to be me to be there GV. Count me in as last place. Take care.  

Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beach, beautiful, cheer up, confidence, courage, crush, deep, desire, dream, environment, fantasy, farewell, for her, for him, forgiveness, freedom, happiness, heaven, i love you, inspiration, inspirational, joy, kiss, longing, lost, lost love, love, miracle, missing you, mountains, nature, ocean, philosophy, poems, poetry, psychological, relationship, sea, summer, sympathy, uplifting, water, wind,

Wind

the salty wind blowing from far, far away
read me a poem today
whose lines I've heard before,
bur where and when,
I couldn't tell:

"the shortest road is the one 
that you know, 
 the longest road is the one 
that you love"

soaked in deep thoughts,
I sat there for hours and hours
my eyes shut, lips dry
waiting for further clues
until, as a sudden,
the 'longest way' part rang a bell

I got off the chair,
opened my arms wide towards the ocean
hugged and kissed the wind,
the almightiest messenger of them all,
for making me feel again 
so well. 

Poem Details | by Nayda Ivette Negron |
Categories: death,

Wind Wail


Wind wails the egress of a soul that departed to the unseen world and for a body that lies six feet under the ground until someday reunite with the loved ones in paradise or hades.











2-22-2016

Poem Details | by Terry Ledwell |
Categories: anniversary, death, dedication, devotion, faith, family, friendship, husband, life, lost love

Candle in the Wind

I've made this trip 1000 times,
For better or for worse,
This wooden bench that wore my spine,
Is where we had our first...
This cupcake and a candle,
Is the most that I could carry,
To celebrate the life we spent,
Everyday that we were married...
In spirit you still have a home,
To lay and rest your head,
Although it feels like Im alone,
I can feel you in my bed...
Every picture has a deeper meaning,
Than it ever did before,
So I look for you in every dream,
Until I cant cry anymore...
And the candle left a year ago,
Leaves me without a doubt,
That when the wind decides to blow,
It is you who blew it out...

Poem Details | by Earl Schumacker |
Categories: dark, death, flying, hello, image, psychological, spiritual,

Haiku Wind

         Haiku Wind

To the ground a dive

Hawk, Squirrel struggle soar down

Sky ground merge…. end there

Poem Details | by Sandra Adams |
Categories: death, emotions, november, pain,

November's Wind

perhaps it was the cold november wind
that reminded me of the bitter bite
the cold touch of death's hands
or the lips of someone gone


perhaps it was the leaves
being tossed about, like a mind
unable to grasp the reality
of another life, gone so young

perhaps it was the trees
now colorless, half dressed
that reminded me, everything must die


perhaps it was the sunset
thick black clouds, surrounded by red
that reminded me
my heart bleeds the same...


another life is gone
another season's changed
another day is gone
another scar is born

etched forever in my mind
my heart bled the same....

Poem Details | by Andrew Shannon |
Categories: absence, beautiful, beauty, bereavement, dedication, depression, desire, devotion, emotions, farewell, feelings, for her, girl, goodbye, grief, heart, heartbroken, how i feel, i love you, introspection, journey, leaving, life, light, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, love, lust, memory, miss you, missing, missing you, moving on, passion, poems, sad, sad love, sensual, sorrow, together, truth, wind, woman, youth,

To Be Apart

Her smile always greets me
As I close my eyes each night
The love in her voice is comforting
With passion, she's burning so bright

A sparkle in her eyes
And a fire in her heart
Let's spend together our lives
Couldn't stand To Be Apart

To Be Apart would destroy me 
Reduce me to the tears
Without her right beside me
All throughout the years

I don't know what I'd do
If I ever had to restart
And oh how much I'd lose
If we were To Be Apart

The most beautiful girl I'd ever seen
With every desirable too
She was everything to me
When we're apart, oh what will I do?

Poem Details | by heather miles |
Categories: deathme,

Death in the Wind

I smell decay in the air. Stagnant. Sticky. It curls its wrinkled boney finger towards 
me telling me it will be back. Tick tock. Tick tock. The wind blows my hair away from 
my face and my soul away from my body. And then the wind stops, giving me my 
soul back just long enough for it to start blowing again and carry it away one final 
time.

Poem Details | by RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY |
Categories: bereavement, death, love, mom, mother, september, wind,

DEATH OF A MOTHER

Mom
When you left us
The window was open
There was a single star in the sky
Wind was breathless
A sudden cry ripped the darkness

That night was a book’s last page
Frayed by time and solitude
A lamp was burning in the corner
To thicken the whispers of coming souls
We were speechless 
Touching my mother’s feet
Lean and wilted 
By thousand years ‘march.

September, the cruelest
You did not know the weight of pain
One’s heart endeared 
And cried in a land
Islanded by silence.

Poem Details | by Muzahidul Reza |
Categories: abuse, environment, grief, pollution, war, wind, world,

Sonnet 2 The Sun's Turning Pale Is A Threat In Fact


The sun's turning pale is a threat, in fact
That directly affects solar system
The climate has already been much changed
With known-unknown, acute poisonous fume; 
Role played by man is a serious fun,
Earth has already been dark for their wrong
Because randomly goes their dreadful gun,
Nuclear bombs fell all in destructive ring; 
But, the earth's sky is yet clearly seen blue
Having been the immense background of all
Therefore, that is certainly a strong clue
They should undertake timely to handle;
So that, here the great way may be paved for
Saving earth with radiation free air.