The Wind Poem by David Wood

The Wind

Rating: 4.7


The wind has no compass
It knows not where it goes
But blows clouds of all colours
And autumn leaves along the ground.

You cannot see it, only feel
Its summer warmth or suffer
Its winter's rebuke. Even trees
Obey or submit to its anger.

It wanders a lonely path, but
When it's angry nothing can
Stop its fury. Only tall sailing ships
Have harnessed its power.

The moon looks down at the wind
With a monotonous languor and
Without fear as it cast its light on
Deep rolling wind swept waves.

Monday, January 11, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: wind
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lyn Paul 12 January 2021

A force of natures powers that brings no pleasure. A great poem David.

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Susan Williams 12 January 2021

5 star rating and onto my favorite list

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duke perry abrokwa 12 January 2021

This is beautiful poetry. Love it

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Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh 12 January 2021

Calm over angriness, very beatifully pennef.

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LeeAnn Azzopardi 12 January 2021

I agree with Akham it is beautifully penned Bravo!

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Rebecca Navarre 15 January 2023

So powerfully and yet beautifully described! .. Very heart felt! ..

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Rebecca Navarre 15 January 2023

Wow truly amazing imagery and feel within this poem! .. Definite Definite 5 Stars! ..++++++++++++++++++++++

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Captain Cur 13 January 2021

Beautiful and insightful, a marvelous description of the wind. An inspiring write!

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Unnikrishnan E S 13 January 2021

Five star and onto my fav

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Unnikrishnan E S 13 January 2021

Wonderful poem. Reminds us of Shelley. Truly of a class apart. Let me quote my fav lines " feel Its summer warmth or suffer Its winter's rebuke"

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