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To Soar

to soar among the heavens
wind rushing past
giving way to the blackness around
to soar among the heaves
wind rushing past
the uncertainty of tomorrow t
he wisdom of yesterday
to soar among the heavens
wind rushing past
through the galaxies
small spots of color appear
helping peace fill the void
to soar among the heavens
wind rushing past
a smallflutter in my chest begins
the colors all around brighten
to soar among the heavens
wind rushing past
the flutter becomes a beat
then a pulse
sound all around
music
to soar among the heavens
wind rushing past.

poem by Lauren Kiczula
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Soar With The Wind

What caused your hat to fall?
Alas, the wind started it all.
The wind can sometimes be deadly
But what happened to you really?

The wind blowing the leaves
The wind bothering the bees
But look at you, so nice and neat
What would you do with it?

Soar high like the wind
Aim high like the wind
But not too high or you will fall
I do not know if you can endure it all.

I want to ride with the wind
With you, dear, like a helpless weed.
Forever starts here with you
Like a fountain of water, kissing you.

Soar with the wind, be wild and free
Behold, just fly away and breathe.
The wind can sometimes be nice
But not too nice or you will die.

Enjoy its lasting peace
Sooner or later you will see
That it was just a reverie
Full of happiness and glee.

poem by Georgia Leana Benedictos
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Rushing Wind

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

poem by Meggie Gultiano
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Wings Of The Wind

When life get disenchanted
then love will fly in
on the wings of the wind.
Our hearts will then soar
to the heavens above,
we’ll dance with the stars
and play with the moon.

We’ll find that heaven
is just a mere touch away
when love flies in
on the wings of the wind.
Our troubles will just vanish
to be carried away
on the wings of the wind.

3 October 2010

poem by David Harris
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Lay Here

laying in the grass
the grass that quitely speaks
speaks to me
about LIFE

life is real
life is fake
life is everything
life is hard to explain
you live then you die

the grass lays and brakes to the wind
the WIND
the wind is soft
the wind is hard
the wind is everywhere
can you follow the wind?
can you be everywhere?

i lay and remember
remember my PAST
the past is mine
the past is yours
i share the past with you
so can i remember 'my' past?

as i talked to the grass
i realized that the
that befor the day i die
i will not see and know everything
i will not have been everywhere
but i will have a shared past with 'her'
a life, a life to tell others
to past down my wisdom

MY LIFE IN MY MIND IS MINE

poem by Thai Hood
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If I Could I Would

If I could
I would
catch in
leaves

blow away
in a gust
of wind
vanish into
darkness

forever lay
hidden in
the midnight
gather with
sparrows

soar away into
the blue
ride the tide
out to sea

get lost in
the moment
forgetting
move past
tomorrow
it I could
I would..

poem by Heather Burns
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Between My Horse's Wings (Expanded)

Is this real, or is this fantasy?
The wind rushing forcefully
Through my long dark hair
The feel of the cool air
Beneath the horse’s wings

Is this real, or is this fantasy
The muscles work powerfully
To drive us into the night
The stars wink like little lights
Above the horse’s wings

Is this real, or is this fantasy?
As I ride over the ocean and sea
My muscles tense as I hold
My skin red from the windy cold
Flowing past the horse’s wings

Is this real, or is this fantasy?
I revel in this dangerous ecstasy
A silvery mane blows in my face
Blown back, by the wind we race
Born on by the horse’s wings

Is this real, or is this fantasy?
As we fly through the air swiftly
My face is lifted toward the sky
Arms outstretched, wind rushing by
The beating of the horse’s wings

Is this real, or is this fantasy?
Faster and faster, we seem to fly
The wind tugging at my body
As I look to the heavenly bodies
Shining on the horse’s wings

Is this real, or is this fantasy?
My horse flies gracefully
Over the fields and streams
Are these things only my dreams?
Sitting between the horse’s wings

poem by Ivy Schex
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Between My Horse's Wings

Is this real, or is this fantasy?
The wind rushing forcefully
Through my long dark hair
The feel of the cool air
Beneath the horse’s wings

Is this real, or is this fantasy
The muscles work powerfully
To drive us into the night
The stars wink like little lights
Above the horse’s wings

Is this real, or is this fantasy?
As I ride over the ocean and sea
My muscles tense as I hold
My skin red from the windy cold
Flowing past the horse’s wings

Is this real, or is this fantasy?
I revel in this dangerous ecstasy
A silvery mane blows in my face
Blown back, by the wind we race
Born on by the horse’s wings

Is this real, or is this fantasy?
As we fly through the air swiftly
My face is lifted toward the sky
Arms outstretched, wind rushing by
The beating of the horse’s wings

Is this real, or is this fantasy?
Faster and faster, we seem to fly
The wind tugging at my body
As I look to the heavenly bodies
Shining on the horse’s wings

Is this real, or is this fantasy?
My horse flies gracefully
Over the fields and streams
Are these things only my dreams?
Sitting between the horse’s wings

poem by Horse Poet
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Fly Free

Fly free beyond the darkness
and soar across forever
spread your wings wide in the wind
and someday we'll meet again
upon that shining stars wish
where heavens light fades never
in that moonlight midst
where a love will remain
that never can end
Spiritwind-2012

poem by Spiritwind Wood
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Tempest

The clouds part,
scattering in the wake
of a rushing mighty wind.

The heat rises,
surging upwards:
violating moist cocoons.

The hail darts,
streaks of bolts accompany
torrent and downpour.

The tempest moves,
swerving past looming
mountain ranges in a flash.

The chest heaves
apprehension abated-
turmoil dissipates.

poem by Frederick Kesner
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West Of The Moon

Words and music by bob seger
Out on those trails
Out neath that sky
Rivers of old
Still rushing by
Eagles still soar
White mountains loom
Down in those valleys
West of the moon
West of the stars
Far from the chase
Far from the crowds
Far from the pace
Horses run free
Winter comes soon
Out by those mountains
West of the moon
And everywhere
Everywhere
Wild things are free
Free in the wind and the sun
Everywhere
Everywhere
As it should be
Left on their own while they run
Out by those mountains
West of the moon

song performed by by Bob Seger
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Love Sonnet 24 As kite which only wish for clearest sky,

As kite which only wish for clearest sky,
To soar highest over each cloud which floats,
And so my love, rushing to you would I,
To be the topmost thought your mind promotes;
As foam which drifts, aimless, in churning sea,
And carried off in rising of the tide,
By wayward joys that once prevented me,
I rush back to the shore, towards your side;
The wind which whispers in my ear your name,
Might do well sweeping me, to post somewhere,
And then, to you would also do the same,
And by the kindest luck would lodge us there;
....Any place for tryst serves well, even dreams,
....And better still, if moon there brightly beams.
.

poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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The Wind is Free

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

With the cock crow and traffic flow the nightmare begins

The struggle the hustle nothing but pain and strife

What would I do to make it last forever

To spread my wings soar from the worlds dread

For I am soar brake-lights, red-lights the organized restraint

Whatever my threat unchain me before I self destruct

I am The Wind, let me be free

Free be me, the wind I am let me be

Blowing untamed across the plains let me reign

The cool breeze on your back with the sun in your face

The lash of winter that cools the summer

The messenger of spring with that scent filled air

The wind is free; my spirit please let it be

How can I be open minded…

When by your expectations my thoughts are guided

I let me have my go not your “The path of life is winded”

Will it be my destiny when by you founded?

Can a wind blow in a vacuum?

Could you turn an easterly…

Into a north easterly even if you tried

Then why do you dictate that I dick-take the stereotype

The wind is free if not let me sleep forever

poem by Dave Harry
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HALO (High Altitude, Low Opening) freefall insertion (Terzanelle

Falling through space with rushing air
you dropp from a plane as if flying on wings
with wind blowing everywhere, sweat in your hair

with the morning glow radiating between things
and the sun creeping over the horizon in a red ball
you dropp from a plane as if flying on wings

with oxygen feeding through the mask you feel small
seeing the earth rushing in at great speed
and the sun creeping over the horizon in a red ball

and your eyes watch the altimeter spinning, taking heed
trusting implicitly on the gear
seeing the earth rushing in at great speed

you are falling at terminal velocity with fear
and sensing the distance
trusting implicitly on the gear

and you pull the drawstring, expecting enemy resistance,
falling through space with rushing air
and sensing the distance
with wind blowing everywhere, sweat in your hair

poem by Gert Strydom
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Black Black Butterfly

Black Black butterfly flitting so
Freely through the warm sky
How you are so misunderstood
And under appreciated
Sometimes the perfect picture
Society tries to paint over
Life is so over rated!

Misconception and lack of
Understanding follows you
Every wear you glide
And weighs down your
Glorious wings leaving you
Nowhere to hide.

Your beauty is never
Acknowledged,
And your darkness if forbidden
In this time…so when you fly
It is always solo and not even the wind
Is kind.

Still you fly and soar,
High above the unstableness,
High above the loneliness,
But not high enough to escape
The feeling of being undesired

Fly..fly…black butterfly
Until the arrival of the midnight
Sky; the only place that brings
You joy so much.

Is that because you blend in with
The dark purplish heavens
Feeling comfort being unseen
And untouched?

Hurt no more black butterfly
Because I love you unconditionally
Cry no more black butterfly
And spread those beautiful wings and I
Shall soar with you…for I am with you
and you are in me.

poem by Danielle Beechum
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The Jump

He is standing at the open door of the aircraft
and see his life flashing past,
while strong winds are pulling
on his face and jacket
and the light keeps on flashing green
and somebody taps him on the shoulder.

It’s like a explorer
walking into an new world,
with the earth rushing past beneath him
and he is almost above the horizon.

It’s as if for moments
he is hanging and feeling insignificant
and he is thought struck
while he falls at terminal velocity,

the wind is whistling in his ears
and it is then that he locks his thoughts,
knowing that man is but paltry
and seconds drags on like hours

before he pulls the string,
the parachute rushes open,
breaking his fall with force
and he is gliding like an eagle

while he’s riding the wind,
getting breathtaking views
of the scenery
that stretches out far below him,
drawing a picture
up to the horizon.

poem by Gert Strydom
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I Hear My Own Poems Rushing In Me

I HEAR MY OWN POEM RUSHING IN ME

I hear my own poem rushing in me
Despite my sadness and my despair
It tells me I am still alive-

I hear it rushing in me now
As these lines wonder too,
What will be next?
And if I will end it right?
And whether or not it is a true poem?

A rushing in me now-
Like words written and forgotten
So many times
Not so long ago-

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Introversion

the world outside does not matter
anymore
ideas come rushing to your head
seasons enter
your hair like a strong wind
slowly you pick those past
memories and
tell yourself
they do not bother
anymore
some pieces of you are scattered
in the room
you look at them and you are so amazed
so many of you
and yet so unaffected by the dance
of light and darkness

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If I Could Be The Wind

I want to be the wind blowing in forest playing their own song.
I want to be the wind bringing smiles for farmers.
I want to be the wind bringing rain, helping fireman in his hardest time.
I want to be the wind assisting plant to expand their kingdom.
I want to be the wind smoothly blowing over the sea and bringing fisherman home safely.
I want to be the wind covering the thing which ought to be left in past.
I want to be the wind clearing the mind of those with agony
I want to be the wind blowing in summer and tending to those without shelter.
I want to be the wind which bring happiness to the children taking their kite high up in the sky.
I want to be the wind removing clouds of torment and allowing sun to lay down its vital warmth.
I want to be the wind which remove thorn from path and help people to move forward.
I want to be the wind helping bird to take their first flight.
I want to be the wind which leaves versifier rapt giving him his divine words
I want to be the wind blowing all over place bringing happiness to people and vanishes stealthily, unnoticed.
I WANT TO BE THE WIND…

poem by Parth Gwari
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Asleep in the Storm

I HEARD THE THUNDER RATTLE
AND SAW THE SKY EXPLODE,
THE HEAVENS IN THEIR FURY
WERE SENDING DOWN THEIR LOAD.

AND HAIL AS BIG AS GOLF BALLS
LIKE I’D NOT SEEN BEFORE,
WAS PUSHING ON MY WINDOWS
AND KNOCKING ON MY DOOR.

THE WIND WAS RUSHING MADLY
WITH SUCH AN AWFULL DIN.
‘TWAS BLOWING HARD AROUND US
JUST WANTING TO COME IN.

WHILE UNDERNEATH THE BEDSTEAD
THERE HIDES A LITTLE BOY,
HE’S HOLDING ON FOR COMFORT
HIS FURRY LITTLE TOY.

BUT WHEN THE STORM HAD PASSED US
AND ALL WAS QUIET THERE,
BENEATH THE BED WAS SLEEPING
BOTH BOY AND TEDDY BEAR.

poem by George Savige
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Rushing Of The Rapids

The rushing of the rapids heard,
Soothes.
As does the walk along a path,
Shown to wind through Sun kissed trees.

The quietness heightens...
With soft and cool Summer breezes.
And...
The rushing of the rapids heard.

Birds of different colors flying.
With a landing on the rocks,
To catch the mist from fast pacing rapids,
Making sounds...
Or sending messages I could not interpret,
From birds and other creations of God...
Within this tropical splendor.

And I sit,
At the base of an old oak tree.
Feeling it...
Getting comfortable beneath me.
As if preparing for a welcomed and long visit.

The rushing of the rapids heard,
Soothes.
The rushing of the rapids,
Heard...
Soothes.