wildisthewind - Hello Poetry

. *Nascent love blossomed hidden amongst the lazy river's moonlit summer vines as we swam blissfully, stark naked as we are, drowning in a dulcet river’s spilled wine Burning rapture garnered somewhere in the starlit goosebumps shine sensual healing released like spindrift from every breaking wave; splashing impassioned ecstasy within passion suffused sighs The cadence of our moon shadow's dance reveled in the midnight reign enslaved by an insatiable stardust rhapsody, unshackled lovers set free, entangled beneath the jealous stars*

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Aug 15, 2018

Aug 15, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC

Entanglement (sensual)

. *Nascent love blossomed hidden amongst the lazy river's moonlit summer vines as we swam blissfully, stark naked as we are, drowning in a dulcet river’s spilled wine Burning rapture garnered somewhere in the starlit goosebumps shine sensual healing released like spindrift from every breaking wave; splashing impassioned ecstasy within passion suffused sighs The cadence of our moon shadow's dance reveled in the midnight reign enslaved by an insatiable stardust rhapsody, unshackled lovers set free, entangled beneath the jealous stars*

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Float seeds in the wind strewn about haphazardly; indifferent winds ask not direction to course Change asks not permission to become ― like a blind-folded pilot looking for a place to land At least dandelion wishes shoulder the weight of hope and it makes no difference to the wind whose dream it holds or seed it bears to randomly cast away The color of a mustard seed of faith that moves mountains remains unknown ― Freedom is as weightless as a hole in empty pocket with nothing left to lose Who decides who's a **** and what's a flower; such definitive power beholds responsibility— the most visible kind of strength, that, used to oppress others, is itself born of weakness. On this island earth, in an ocean of emptiness, a grain of sand and seaweed are washed ashore, alone together, by the strength of a tuning tide Float seeds in the wind strewn about haphazardly; spindrift flying on the wing of tide-change as indifferent gales ask not direction to scatter Terrestrial seeds lay unheeded hole up in impalpable silence, embryos of yesterday dwelling in infrequent sighs that enter lightly those unreckoned songs the breathings of the heart fail to sing words in the wind

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Apr 24, 2018

Apr 24, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC

Born a ****

Float seeds in the wind strewn about haphazardly; indifferent winds ask not direction to course Change asks not permission to become ― like a blind-folded pilot looking for a place to land At least dandelion wishes shoulder the weight of hope and it makes no difference to the wind whose dream it holds or seed it bears to randomly cast away The color of a mustard seed of faith that moves mountains remains unknown ― Freedom is as weightless as a hole in empty pocket with nothing left to lose Who decides who's a **** and what's a flower; such definitive power beholds responsibility— the most visible kind of strength, that, used to oppress others, is itself born of weakness. On this island earth, in an ocean of emptiness, a grain of sand and seaweed are washed ashore, alone together, by the strength of a tuning tide Float seeds in the wind strewn about haphazardly; spindrift flying on the wing of tide-change as indifferent gales ask not direction to scatter Terrestrial seeds lay unheeded hole up in impalpable silence, embryos of yesterday dwelling in infrequent sighs that enter lightly those unreckoned songs the breathings of the heart fail to sing words in the wind

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#*Sometimes in the mornin' dawn awakens unquiet heart swaddled in a dream ― and i hear a whisper from a voice, gentle as a burning candle, sing to me softly without words ... a stirring moment ripples ― an unholdable dream fleeting; lapping wakeless silence; ... vanishing , . . swilled by the daylight just beyond closed eyes awoken and now it's only me again* words in the wind

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Apr 22, 2018

Apr 22, 2018 at 11:23 AM UTC

Such a simple thing

#*Sometimes in the mornin' dawn awakens unquiet heart swaddled in a dream ― and i hear a whisper from a voice, gentle as a burning candle, sing to me softly without words ... a stirring moment ripples ― an unholdable dream fleeting; lapping wakeless silence; ... vanishing , . . swilled by the daylight just beyond closed eyes awoken and now it's only me again* words in the wind

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I often wonder how you’re doing but I wish I didn't care Even though you never told me you were leaving with a mouthful of words left unsaid Still circling back to touch the growing space between ― twice you broke my heart I felt you slip away in autumn gold fading like the morning dew Love can drift away like a molted feather; wonted flotsam swept afar on stormy seas Some things are better left unspoken, when silence speaks twice louder than words But love lies with a whisper; tears of sombre sorrow won’t wash away the distance in your eyes These are the days of a rising tide's breach when, I could walk deep into the ocean with no one else but memories to leave behind April 2018

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Apr 18, 2018

Apr 18, 2018 at 11:21 AM UTC

... love lies with a whisper

I often wonder how you’re doing but I wish I didn't care Even though you never told me you were leaving with a mouthful of words left unsaid Still circling back to touch the growing space between ― twice you broke my heart I felt you slip away in autumn gold fading like the morning dew Love can drift away like a molted feather; wonted flotsam swept afar on stormy seas Some things are better left unspoken, when silence speaks twice louder than words But love lies with a whisper; tears of sombre sorrow won’t wash away the distance in your eyes These are the days of a rising tide's breach when, I could walk deep into the ocean with no one else but memories to leave behind April 2018

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synergy in the mist of creations' breath... multitudes croaking so loudly drowning in eventide dew, all the wind's timbre is hushed; overcome by earth’s communing symphony, creations’ living pulsing thrum.. alone in a crowd proclaiming the glory of now... whelmed, and i wishing i were a frog, and unalone in the throng maybe such evolution as this— is reversing... Ouroboros touched wondrously by spoken wind, urgently i need to search for an intimate kiss metamorphosis, another incarnation that will turn me back into a frog— a speck of stardust in a sky full of stars seems better than feeling like stardrift ashes a burned out candle muted by the gypsy choir *the call of the wild sung in the wind* wild is the wind

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Apr 12, 2018

Apr 12, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC

the gypsy choir in the wind ...

synergy in the mist of creations' breath... multitudes croaking so loudly drowning in eventide dew, all the wind's timbre is hushed; overcome by earth’s communing symphony, creations’ living pulsing thrum.. alone in a crowd proclaiming the glory of now... whelmed, and i wishing i were a frog, and unalone in the throng maybe such evolution as this— is reversing... Ouroboros touched wondrously by spoken wind, urgently i need to search for an intimate kiss metamorphosis, another incarnation that will turn me back into a frog— a speck of stardust in a sky full of stars seems better than feeling like stardrift ashes a burned out candle muted by the gypsy choir *the call of the wild sung in the wind* wild is the wind

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We were born before the sighs of surrender before the twilight whispered crescendo before the sad sound of the wind ― Ere the raw truth that tells a story through "eyes that are the windows of the soul" ― We were born with eyes wide open with tears that well up of truth unspoken, love arising like a budding flower,.. metamorphosis of fertile heart ― The wheel of life turns unbound an outgoing tide as certain as continuum abides ― an unbroken lariat until the knot comes untied A lonesome dove coos perched upon deserted garden gate; its gentle plea segued into a silent prayer ― Seasons change; supple buds of forlorn love ― wither, unsure if we’re alone or if we’re alone together (?)! .

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Jul 3, 2017

Jul 3, 2017 at 1:38 PM UTC

the tears that are unspoken truth

We were born before the sighs of surrender before the twilight whispered crescendo before the sad sound of the wind ― Ere the raw truth that tells a story through "eyes that are the windows of the soul" ― We were born with eyes wide open with tears that well up of truth unspoken, love arising like a budding flower,.. metamorphosis of fertile heart ― The wheel of life turns unbound an outgoing tide as certain as continuum abides ― an unbroken lariat until the knot comes untied A lonesome dove coos perched upon deserted garden gate; its gentle plea segued into a silent prayer ― Seasons change; supple buds of forlorn love ― wither, unsure if we’re alone or if we’re alone together (?)! .

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Once I had a friend and soulmate, we were dreamin’ we could fly away with the wind; but knowing wings are for angels, we stood transfixed beneath the light a sky full of stars hanging onto a dream we clutched so tightly, perched high on the edge of the world, wondering how far and how high the great wide open sky blue skies abide believing the power of kept promises ― you said you’d forever catch me if I fall ― letting go of the fears, blindfolded hope clinched so deeply, hanging onto a wing and a prayer I guess I wanted it far too much reaching out like a thirsty fool grasping for a mirage ― teetering on the brink unspoken love, a vast unknown threshold beyond wings with eyes wide open throwing caution afar ― in a leap of faith I reached ― out of reach into the mystic wind ― believing in dreams, in destiny's tease: I’d learn to fly before I hit the ground but now I’m perpetually free fallin’ I see the empty space all around me pass a fleeting lifetime lost ― still you’re nowhere to be found ― and I remember what’s been forgotten: how far down rock bottom befalls when your spinning round and round like dust eddies in a fog bank lost in the wind .

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Mar 30, 2017

Mar 30, 2017 at 7:21 PM UTC

Lost in the wind

Once I had a friend and soulmate, we were dreamin’ we could fly away with the wind; but knowing wings are for angels, we stood transfixed beneath the light a sky full of stars hanging onto a dream we clutched so tightly, perched high on the edge of the world, wondering how far and how high the great wide open sky blue skies abide believing the power of kept promises ― you said you’d forever catch me if I fall ― letting go of the fears, blindfolded hope clinched so deeply, hanging onto a wing and a prayer I guess I wanted it far too much reaching out like a thirsty fool grasping for a mirage ― teetering on the brink unspoken love, a vast unknown threshold beyond wings with eyes wide open throwing caution afar ― in a leap of faith I reached ― out of reach into the mystic wind ― believing in dreams, in destiny's tease: I’d learn to fly before I hit the ground but now I’m perpetually free fallin’ I see the empty space all around me pass a fleeting lifetime lost ― still you’re nowhere to be found ― and I remember what’s been forgotten: how far down rock bottom befalls when your spinning round and round like dust eddies in a fog bank lost in the wind .

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rolling nimbus sky heavy black rainbow clouds swell burdening winds load words in the wind*

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Mar 22, 2017

Mar 22, 2017 at 8:48 PM UTC

before the rain

rolling nimbus sky heavy black rainbow clouds swell burdening winds load words in the wind*

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a bowl-shaped hollow greystone pool amongst boulders songbirds bathe and sing words in the wind

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Mar 19, 2017

Mar 19, 2017 at 1:53 PM UTC

After the rain

a bowl-shaped hollow greystone pool amongst boulders songbirds bathe and sing words in the wind

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If only there were words to the unspoken verses when silence is the only sound More than only near paralyzing torn, weary of searching endlessly for what cannot be found silence whispering poignantly drowning out the midnight rain, There is no more sorrow in search of the lost unstrummed guitar chords Unwritten psalms forever left unsung; without amity, woe betides an unfinished, abandoned heart's song Only a heart lonely knows, there is no absolving darkness whispering of screaming silence by night and by day: "all things must steal away" not to be thought of wanderings end as a velvety-crimson rosebud shamelessly withers brown Swirling eddies stir a black swan of loneliness swimming within the flood of raven river waters' silently eclipsing its pitch black flow Muted pleas silent as pity blowin' in the fleeting windsong, speaking in beckoning salutations singing in sweetly beseeching tongues Like the hush of a pensive soul, once touched by another, moved like a bedrock marrowed mountain left stifled, stranded and wondering, feeling an awkward silence when the leaves come falling down There are no misbegotten promises cast lightly in the moonlight’s restless spell; there is no solacing stillness when silence is the only sound...

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Mar 11, 2017

Mar 11, 2017 at 8:46 PM UTC

When Silence is the Only Sound

If only there were words to the unspoken verses when silence is the only sound More than only near paralyzing torn, weary of searching endlessly for what cannot be found silence whispering poignantly drowning out the midnight rain, There is no more sorrow in search of the lost unstrummed guitar chords Unwritten psalms forever left unsung; without amity, woe betides an unfinished, abandoned heart's song Only a heart lonely knows, there is no absolving darkness whispering of screaming silence by night and by day: "all things must steal away" not to be thought of wanderings end as a velvety-crimson rosebud shamelessly withers brown Swirling eddies stir a black swan of loneliness swimming within the flood of raven river waters' silently eclipsing its pitch black flow Muted pleas silent as pity blowin' in the fleeting windsong, speaking in beckoning salutations singing in sweetly beseeching tongues Like the hush of a pensive soul, once touched by another, moved like a bedrock marrowed mountain left stifled, stranded and wondering, feeling an awkward silence when the leaves come falling down There are no misbegotten promises cast lightly in the moonlight’s restless spell; there is no solacing stillness when silence is the only sound...

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