Wind Poems | Examples of Wind Poetry

For Sir Brian Strand's 1396 Poetry Contest 15 July 2025 s c y ...

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I didn't call him, just as the wind doesn't ask permission to caress the rusty leaves, I sat there, crushing the day in my palms like an old parchment of forgotten memories, I let the water boil, and the shadow of the apple tree poured stories onto the tired grass, He came unannounced, like an echo from another...

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I felt the call of the road like a wind carrying whispers of longing and adventure, And I ventured on the wings of the unknown, through deserts scorched by the blazing sun. I traveled through the endless fields of secret dreams, where the horizon whispers secrets, I wanted to discover what the world hides beneath its veil of...

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SERENITY Hate's up in the air; naturing winds of peace blowing: Hate snuffed out by love:- ...

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Anticipation ends as creation begins Before chasing the words you must first know the wind Direction predestined on zephyrs ordained Each gust but a phrasing of verse unproclaimed A breeze or a tempest in a cyclone of hail In sunshine or clouded they come to regale Those moments that matter that time would suspend Once spoken eternal — and Aether defends (Dreamsleep: July, 2025) ...

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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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