Upwind Poems | Examples

Listen to the Wind

The wind leans in sideways to drink every word,
Just as sailors must tack sideways to go upwind.
It's only with angles we know the wind's wrangles.
Its riddles, scattered among willy-nilly answers,
Whispered as secrets, spilling to shake the leaves.

When gales blow hard; many tumble quaking in fear,
Others stand up to harness its power and steer,
Watching their vanes to predict omens ahead,
Hoping for kind winds to come their way soon,
In the wily wandering ways of the gusts and whims.

The wind is an oracle, chanting psalms on wing.
It carries the chorus of birds calling at dawn.
The rumble of thunder in an approaching storm.
The calls from a distance; bells whoops and cooee's

But it's no secret its gathers can ever stay still—
For all sounds are bent to the command of its will.
For sound needs winds in the air to transmit downhill.
Only falling silent; when wind's becalmed and still.
For with no wind, all is just silence, dressed to kill.

Goliath's Stone

Downwind
of my perception
Upwind
before the fall
Immune
in my protection 
From dullards 
at the mall

The past
remains in focus
The future
but a myth
My words
fall out of judgment
Each phrasing
to enrich

To read 
with understanding
To hear
beyond the din
To feel
beyond the senses
To love
beyond the rim

Released 
without containment
On wings
not leased or loaned
Into
the inner sanctums
With time
— Goliath’s stone

(The New Room: June, 2025)

Golden Letters Short

Is the Oracle wise
the Buddha fat
or the Great
Niagara wet
Description wanes
where titan’s reign
as words are left
to falter
And blow upwind
against the grain
in messages
— sublime

(The New Room: December, 2024)

Crocodile River

What you desire
is on the other side of crocodile river
but you've no float and burned the bridge
but if you really want it, just dip right in.
what you desire is on the other side of the fire
on crocodile river.

What you need 
is often on the same side
just within a heartbeat
where speckled bird shines
where the flowers grow free
within the silver reflection of honest intention 
love blossoms all about the green Glenn
just upwind from crocodile river.

Peace, I think is rooted deeply in simplicity
being grateful, lending a hand to your fellow man
honest conversations with a couple of friends
following the path of a righteous man 
as the moon slides just above the midnight shimmer
and salty red eyes glowing on crocodile river.

Tracking Upwind

A hunter
not skinner  
with quarry
so vast 
Whose path
through the forest
is first
—never last

(Garrett Hill Pennsylvania: January, 2021)

Bulldog's Sniffer Is Gold

A bulldog was having a day so fine
The weather was scrumptious simply divine!

The pony came upwind, scared him to death.
He must have fallen into load of meth.

Bulldog’s eyes watered, he thought he might cry.
Cat and bunny wandered rapidly by.

Bunny was hopping, and giving him flash
Of a cute tail, her name was McNash.

Cat, mean as the day is lively and smart.
He smelled her butt, a tiny feline fart.

The hen clucked by, with her six baby chicks.
He fell down laughing, at her lively mix.

The pony was ageless, the hen was old.
All of this, he knew.  His sniffer was gold.

Wind Begone Stand Easy

Where does this wind blow in from,
where has it been, what has it done?
Vanes it twisted, clothes it flapped.
Fog and smoke palls blown away.
Sails it tautened, eagles soaring supported.

Blow-ins are welcome with hair bedraggled
clothes disheveled, flapped to tatters
For the wind makes being untidy acceptable,
especially when facing upwind right in the face of it.
The wind will drop soon, and die away, begone
leaving the parade to stand easy.

Reality Bite

Late one night under a moonlight glow,
I questioned my life and alter-ego,
Am I the dunderhead that had it all wrong?
Was I just a chorus in someone else’s song?

Reminiscing to the voice of an owl,
Wondering what life really meant now,
Other than surviving my own death each night,
I am incapable of separating wrong from right.
 
Idling along the highway so grey,
I watched as the reaper took his life away,
Caught up in traffic without any flow,
The ambulance left with nowhere to go.

That day I’d worn a suit like a senator,
Living the dream to be a cash generator,
Climbing corporate walls to climb out of the gutter,
These elusive heights turning me into a nutter.

Foul stench of the land drifting upwind,
Falling from man and his infernal sin,
I continued to wipe the dried salt from my eye,
With memories fading of that time passing by.

With the crowd I abscond from the dream,
Into a reality that’s virtually unseen,
Submitting myself to now live with the hoards,
I wrapped my torn wrists from where blood poured.

(c)2016 PJ Bayliss

Reborn

Late one night under a moonlight glow,
I questioned my life and alter-ego,
Am I the dunderhead that had it all wrong?
Was I just a chorus in someone else’s song?

Reminiscing to the voice of an owl,
Wondering what life really meant now,
Other than surviving my own death each night,
I am incapable of separating wrong from right.
 
Idling along the highway so grey,
I watched as the reaper took his life away,
Caught up in traffic without any flow,
The ambulance left with nowhere to go.

That day I’d worn a suit like a senator,
Living the dream to be a cash generator,
Climbing corporate walls to climb out of the gutter,
These elusive heights turning me into a nutter.

Foul stench of the land drifting upwind,
Falling from man and his infernal sin,
I continued to wipe the dried salt from my eye,
With memories fading of that time passing by.

With the crowd I abscond from the dream,
Into a reality that’s virtually unseen,
Submitting myself to now live with the hoards,
I wrapped my torn wrists from where blood poured.

(c)2016 PJ Bayliss

Spectacular- For Contest

Stock-still in gold dawn light while many sleep,
perched, scanning, on abandoned termite heap.
Expectant, skin tingles as in cold breeze
contrasting with the stillness of the trees.
The tracking beeper focuses our minds
as aerial picks target from behind.
Cheetah ten yards away now caught off guard
upwind of us, head cocked and staring hard.
Long looks exchanged,unspoken things are passed
and finally, spell broken, goes at last.
Reeling, those breathless minutes went so fast.

A memory of my time in Namibia, 2009, and the above
photo was taken by me. We nicknamed him 'Blackeye'.  No fence between us. Awesome.

13th January 2016
For contest 'Spectacular Acrostic', by John Hamilton

Little By Little

Above the sea

another ocean

and just as blue

Sailing upwind

is all impossible

But don't give up yet

Little by little I come to you

We' d catch each wave

We'll ride the tide

Little by little,We'll  make it right

I don't believe in fairies

but I believe in you

And I know,You know

Little by little you come to  me

just the way I do

Together We can make it

One pillow shared by two

Our sailor moon will take us

above the sunset hue

Years robbed away our passion

but could not steal our dream

In our dream all is possible

Our lost wings We'll redeem

With our  wings We do wonders

Our freedom makes us whole

We'll let dead stars shine their light

in the dark night of our soul.




Charmaine Chircop




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Little By Little

Above the sea

another ocean

and just as blue

Sailing upwind

is all impossible

But don't give up yet

Little by little I come to you

We'd catch each wave

We'll ride the tide

Little by little,We'll make it right

I don't believe in fairies

but I believe in you

And I know,You know

Little by little you come to me

just the way I do

Together We can make it

One pillow shared by two

Our sailor moon will take us

above the sunset hue

Years robbed away our passion

but could not steal our dream

In our dream all is possible

Our lost wings We'll redeem

With our wings We'll do wonders

Our freedom makes us whole

We'll let dead stars shine their light

in the dark night of our soul

Desert Head

Desert Head
The tales they told of ole sailor Fred,
Had skin-grafts a grafted on top of his head,
To keep out the baldness, a triangular patch,
Touch of a p smell coming, perhaps,
 with the new hairy faerie thatch,
stay upwind & have a care,

They
Hand grafted his pubic hair,
The curly stuff sort-ov a growing there,
no cause for blinking despair,
like a new turf a growing instead,
on yester-years billiard ball head,
there goes Freddy the Lair * : }-  
tuit sweet, complete with new hare, 
 and the curls begot curls, so they said,

{pretty boy}

Don Johnson

Aussie Drover's Tucker

	Russell Sivey
Contest Name	Good Luck Meal 

Aussie Drover’s  tucker

Build your fire upwind of the billy,
If you want it to more than shepherd boil,
Thick slabs of Corn meat n damper,   (camp oven bread)
 with a drop of tomato sauce,
Or corn meat fritters fried on the coals,
In kidney fat of course,
A billy full of Bushels tea,
Just sitting on a log,
And banana  fried  well, fritters,
Washed down with some tea or grog,
Sometimes .
On New year’s days a droving .

Your Breath

I see a green, slimy smog coming from your mouth 
It smells so bad, it should have come from down south 
You smile like it's no big deal 
If bad breath was a move in wrestling, you could go for the kill 
I give up, so I will wave the white flag 
Don't breathe my way, your breath makes me gag 
I will stay upwind to avoid the wave of the breath attack 
Do you eat fresh onion and garlic as a snack? 
Febreeze won't help neutralize you 
We can solve this with a mouth full of Gorrilla Glue 
If that don't work you be outside the bio dome 
Get the hint? Your parents don't even invite you home 
There is no me and you as friends 
Your breath is like time, it never ends 
The female deer would not breed with you if you were a stag 
Move on, move out, your breath makes me gag

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