North wind

North wind short poem

Oh north wind
I can feel you again
cause I am a gypsy at heart,
take me away this year
to a place where people smile
where there is no one senile,
there is youth
and there is hope
take me there
and let me be intimate
with the feeling of bliss
that haunts me so much.

Oh north wind
take me in your wings
and let me fly with you
cause I am a gypsy at heart,
let me fly high
let me fly low
let me dive into water
let me rush up the mountains,
let me fly along
with people like me
people on a run
from this horrid world.

Oh north wind
carry me as the twigs
as the leaves and dust
as the odor of the wet earth
cause I am a gypsy at heart.

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Profile photo of Zyborg

Zyborg

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
Nothing enthralls me anymore, Nothing surprises me anymore, I know not the depth of my own soul, nothing allures me anymore..............
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

1 Comment on "North wind"

Notify of
avatar
Sort by:   newest | oldest
Editorial Board
Member

A song of yearning and a longing for freedom, wonderfully captured @zyborg!

wpDiscuz

Dear North Star

Dear North Star long poem

Dear pole star, I dedicate this to you, Because in my mind lies a question, why do you not twinkle like other stars do? Do you like to be there in the sky all alone? Do you want to rest,

Writing On Wind

Writing On Wind short poem

On this earth’s breadth and width So many reside. All live, and die. Some brief, some bold. The history of humanity; God’s manuscript! The good, bad, and some extremely sad. Heroes, villains, and victims; Stories of ordinary, and extraordinary He

The Void And Wind

The Void And Wind ballad

She pressed her ears to the ground- to feel the vibratos of his words. They tiptoed into her senses- barefoot bleeding tact on facts. Flustered with assumptions- they trampled a mockingbird! It raised its head unafraid- gasping for its last

My Friend The Wind

My Friend The Wind short poem

My friend the Wind- is a lady who changes- Personas with every dress! You can hear her voice- go up and down with- every lapel and pleat! Chagrined about her coif- she turns into a dust devil. Ginned again with

Ashes In The Wind

Ashes In The Wind short poem

I stand before you on the edge, A risen cliff above the ocean. Many times my life I’ve pledged, Followed the book and went through the motions. But you’ve forsaken me, my Lord. And I hear nothing but the wind.