The Wind Poem by David Wood

The Wind

Rating: 4.6


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
Susan Williams 12 January 2021

5 star rating and onto my favorite list

1 0 Reply
duke perry abrokwa 12 January 2021

This is beautiful poetry. Love it

1 0 Reply
Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh 12 January 2021

Calm over angriness, very beatifully pennef.

1 0 Reply
LeeAnn Azzopardi 12 January 2021

I agree with Akham it is beautifully penned Bravo!

1 0 Reply
Kostas Lagos 11 January 2021

A magnificent poem!

0 0 Reply
Captain Cur 13 January 2021

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

0 0 Reply
Unnikrishnan E S 13 January 2021

Five star and onto my fav

1 0 Reply
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"

1 0 Reply
Lyn Paul 12 January 2021

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

1 0 Reply
LeeAnn Azzopardi 12 January 2021

I meant to give a rating of five but i goofed

1 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success