Pages tagged with Winds
A man stands high on a hill silently searching. He knows his quest will be difficult but he waits.
Am Iambic pentameter with each stanza's last line a tetrameter, spiritual poem about a ship's ocean trip.
A man searches for something, he scours the world on his quest, then one day far off in the distance he sees his goal.
She came to stand within a faint light,
an apparition brilliant of school years,
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A spiritual, poem about love, memories, and longing
A faint call as I stand upon the bridge,
alludes to me melodious words to ravel,
A spiritual poem, about a nautilus' memory of his beloved lady, and her response.
...A wraith she was of lone wind
...a ghost that led to old remorse,
...and it was a far mode to hint,
...that loves are empty by force;
This is a poem of the supple days of late August melding into September. The last days of summer are the most beautiful.
