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The Wind Is Trying To Tell Me Something

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Crowned Poem, English Poetry

The wind is trying to tell me something
Just softly murmuring and whispering
Gently touching my skin and  making me tingle
Breathe in the freshness and let it mingle
Take in the new earth after its been drenched of rain
Ease your minds out of the painful past and all the pain
Sing with the wind resurfacing the music that slowly died
Feel the vibrations of nature’s love and not your hurt pride
Sway with the new crop out there in the fields
And not the dagger of your anger that it wields
The rose has wilted but a new bud has arisen
Release the past and let it out from your prison
Life is transient and you may not be able to capture love
But beauty is constant and it will always keep you above


  1. Aashish ameya says:

    nice poem. reminds me titile of Emily Dickonson’s famous poem “hope is a thing with feather”.

  2. Vishvnand says:

    The wind was trying to tell you something,
    And you have elegantly told us so many of those beautiful things.
    Very beautiful commendable poem.
    All of a different type from you.
    Liked immensely

  3. Gion Gion says:

    lovely imagery. Gentle expression, thoughtful
    Nicely rhymed couplets. Not your usual style.
    Enjoyable read,

  4. rajdeep says:

    imagination at its best
    a nice poem

  5. parminder says:

    Very soft, gentle and free flowing. The rhythm constant and attractive. Very beautiful.

  6. Sangeeta Mundhra says:


  7. Rama Dey-Rao says:

    You Go! Life is a celebration….lets hear more.

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