Wind Poems | Examples of Wind Poetry

The clouds are swirling in the wind, Unique designs appear within. An artist’s brush could be the air, For many forms are found up there. Look up there, it’s a swimming whale, ‘Twill quickly change with the next gale. It seems so strange to change so much, It makes it hard to keep in touch. There’s a ship with the flag raised high, It...

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the wind snapped and howl from the fresh whiskey smile through the bloodshot eyes from the jack-o-lantern orange moon yes the wind snapped and howl...

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In a sea of time, my soul drifts like a leaf in the wind, Memories are ice sculptures melting under the rays of forgetfulness, Silent betrayals are strips of silk that cloak my heart, Days begin like sweet dreams and fade like candles in the night, I watch the years flow like rivers that can't find their course. I carry...

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In the deep silence of the forest, where the wind whispers forgotten tales, lies the mystery of the birds' language, a symphony of ancient songs, in the prophetic bones of those who know, travelers through times and dreams, carrying the memory of old days when man and bird were one. In those golden times, when sky and earth sang...

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Looking over my northern shoulder at the changing shades of day a weak winter sun turning twilight grey teardrops of rain on the window the gentle sigh of the wind storm clouds in the evening sky bring it all back again poring over unwritten letters in the solitude of night a dim lit candle shining star white light telephone silent unanswered candlelight quietly dimmed unwritten letters to...

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Do not whisper secrets to the wind, for the wily wind, is a blabber mouth. It howls around gravestones, listening for old rumors to spread. It slithers through cracks in walls and minds, It hears your moans, then steals your dreams. It shakes them loose like brittle leaves, Then carries them off to stir up a scream. Wind is never...

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I thought I heard an island siren croon a sophisticated tune with words in song about the moon in June as a big bright and bold balloon enchanting music captured me shipwrecked my heart is all at sea or am I wrong imagining things it's only the waves and the wind that sings ...

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For Brian Strand's 1395 Poetry Contest 9 July 2025 __==__ still as the morning— ...

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Matsuo Basho: English translations of Haiku about winter, cold, rain, rains, frost, frosts, snow, snowflakes, wind, children, childhood, hail, hail stones, winter life. Mushroom-gathering, rushing to beat cold evening rains. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Ceremonious hailstones assail my hinoki hat. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Caught hatless in a winter shower? So it goes. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch How...

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Matsuo Basho: English translations of Haiku about autumn, fall, sea, autumn wind, harvest moon, dark, darkness, dawn, day, life. First of autumn: the sea and the rice fields the same green hue. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch The autumn wind like a ventriloquist projects its piercing voice. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Voices in the reeds? Ventriloquism of the autumn wind. —Matsuo Basho,...

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Matsuo Basho Haiku: English Translations of haiku about seasons, spring, rain, moon, flowers, blossoms, wind, river, etc. Blame the rainy season for my absence, old friend Moon. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch For yet a little while, the pale moon floating among blossoms... —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Moon past full: darkness increasing. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Spring rains so heavy they overflow...

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A gossamer hung on the graveyard's gate. A spider clung to steel, consuming its meal. It had no need to know dinner was served late, Nor sensed ghostly keels the summer winds conceal. The owls flew on, unperturbed by midnight's scare, That made dead men howl silently in each grave, Fresh ghosts were blown toward the gate in despair, The gate creaked...

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Every dawn looks the same. I chased the sun. I pleaded with the skies. I waited behind my watching eyes. I needed to break the knot. I wasn’t made for straight lines. I taught the light to bend, when the wind was going my way ... Going my...

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Isaac Newton is said to have stated, 'For every action, or force in nature, there is an equal and opposite reaction.' And the proof in his pudding is... If I exert myself in search of who knows what I want to be, it also brings to bear an equal and opposite influence on me. As, by doing so, my own headwind I create, which inhibits my...

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So tired of the TV talking heads twisting every word that's said much of it scripted and has to be read they don't even have a vested interest only putting their mouth where the money is at best my advice to them... 'If you have nothing useful to add, Mum's the word don't drive us mad, keep it under wraps stow it under your hat, put a lid...

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