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Famous Short Wind Poems. Short Wind Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Wind short poems

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by Yosa Buson

Evening wind

 Evening wind:
water laps
 the heron's legs.


by A R Ammons

Small Song

 The reeds give
way to the

wind and give
the wind away


by Matsuo Basho

Winter solitude

 Winter solitude--
in a world of one color
 the sound of wind.


by Matsuo Basho

Blowing stones

 Blowing stones
along the road on Mount Asama,
 the autumn wind.


by Emily Dickinson

How slow the Wind --

 How slow the Wind --
how slow the sea --
how late their Fathers be!


by Emily Dickinson

I saw the wind within her

 I saw the wind within her
I knew it blew for me --
But she must buy my shelter
I asked Humility


by Emily Dickinson

The Flake the Wind exasperate

 The Flake the Wind exasperate
More eloquently lie
Than if escorted to its Down
By Arm of Chivalry.


by Emily Dickinson

I bet with every Wind that blew

 I bet with every Wind that blew
Till Nature in chagrin
Employed a Fact to visit me
And scuttle my Balloon --


by Emily Dickinson

How ruthless are the gentle --

 How ruthless are the gentle --
How cruel are the kind --
God broke his contract to his Lamb
To qualify the Wind --


by William Butler Yeats

The Balloon Of The Mind

 Hands, do what you're bid:
Bring the balloon of the mind
That bellies and drags in the wind
Into its narrow shed.


by Adelaide Crapsey

Adventure

Sun and wind and beat of sea,
Great lands stretching endlessly…
Where be bonds to bind the free?
All the world was made for me! 


by Robert Burns

355. Epigram—Divine Service at Lamington

 AS cauld a wind as ever blew,
A cauld kirk, an in’t but few:
As cauld a minister’s e’er spak;
Ye’se a’ be het e’er I come back.


by Barry Tebb

WAKING

 Wires toss in the wind, shrubs flap

And the tap on windows wakes us

To March’s mistral madness:

I see white crocuses amid the rain.


by Richard Brautigan

We Stopped at Perfect Days

 We stopped at perfect days
and got out of the car.
The wind glanced at her hair.
It was as simple as that.
I turned to say something--


by William Butler Yeats

A Meditation In Time Of War

 For one throb of the artery,
While on that old grey stone I Sat
Under the old wind-broken tree,
I knew that One is animate,
Mankind inanimate phantasy.


by Omar Khayyam

O unenlightened race of humankind,

O unenlightened race of humankind,
Ye are a nothing, built on empty wind!
Yea, a mere nothing, hovering in the abyss,
A void before you, and a void behind!


by Omar Khayyam

I studied with the masters long ago,

I studied with the masters long ago,
And long ago did master all they know;
Here now the end and issue of it all,
From earth I came, and like the wind I go!


by Omar Khayyam

At dawn, when dews bedeck the tulip's face,

At dawn, when dews bedeck the tulip's face,
And violets their heavy heads abase,
I love to see the roses' folded buds,
With petals closed against the wind's disgrace.


by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The Fitful Alternations Of The Rain

 The fitful alternations of the rain,
When the chill wind, languid as with pain
Of its own heavy moisture, here and there
Drives through the gray and beamless atmosphere


by Omar Khayyam

To prayer and fasting when my heart inclined,

To prayer and fasting when my heart inclined,
All my desire I surely hoped to find;
Alas! my purity is stained with wine,
My prayers are wasted like a breath of wind.


by Omar Khayyam

Let not base avarice enslave thy mind,

Let not base avarice enslave thy mind,
Nor vain ambition in its trammels bind;
Be sharp as fire, as running water swift,
Not, like earth's dust, the sport of every wind!


by Omar Khayyam

Not-being's water served to mix my clay,

Not-being's water served to mix my clay,
And on my heart grief's fire doth ever prey,
And blown am I like wind about the world,
And last my crumbling earth is swept away.


by Dimitris P Kraniotis

Ideals

 Snow-covered mountains,
ancient monuments,
a north wind that nods to us,
a thought that flows,
images imbued
with hymns of history,
words on signs
with ideals of geometry.


by Ezra Pound

Notes for Canto CXX

 I have tried to write Paradise

Do not move
Let the wind speak
that is paradise.
Let the Gods forgive what I have made Let those I love try to forgive what I have made.


by Omar Khayyam

O careless men! be not duped by this world, since

O careless men! be not duped by this world, since
you know its pursuits. Throw not to the wind your
precious lives; hasten to seek a friend [God], and quickly
drink of wine.
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