Wind Poems | Examples of Wind Poetry

sky blue &sun shining looks divine open door to blast of bitter cold wind ~~ ...

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One Play Game One play game, one play game Life is a one play game Play only this game No need for any blame One play game, one play game Life is a one play game Life is like a flame Don’t blow out this flame One play game, one play game Don’t forget your aim Stay true, don’t change your game One play game, one play...

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I picked a dandelion today Wondered if my wish would come true And thought of you I don't believe in those things, anyway But still I blew on the weed Because for you, I'd do whatever you'd plead I stood back and saw an array Of them- swaying in the wind And seemed to whistle in the breeze some sort of hymn One was...

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Their win, has its wind Slap-blowing in our faces: A musky-trump wind, Blowing, blasting bigotry, Slapping justice in the face:- ...

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I sit here on this wide, stone porch, the farms stretch for many miles, even on sunny days you can sit here and drift for a while… but this is not a day like that, the far horizon tells the tale, a billowing of distant gray, the storm is coming, without fail. The first slow pickup of wind comes, scribes rippled patterns in the...

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“With patience and perseverance We can win the hardiest race.”- By author ************************************************************** Patience and Perseverance ...

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her sharpened cheekbone cutting the blustering wind majestically...

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I like the wind when it flutters and flaps bed sheets hung out on a line - I like how it sweeps patterns across fields of tall grass and sends whispers through the trees. I like to see its breath billowed in coloured sails blown across the bay, and how, in might, it hurls clouds of seaspray high into the air. But most of all I...

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The trails runs the edge for several miles, a clifftop walk, it is no great trial, atop a long precipice of limestone, where big, black vultures soar, and make their home, a rugged wall, by ancient peoples known, so it looms, this stubborn piece of wild. Atop it a state park has sat for years, small fences up to calm a parent’s...

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though winds hurl with all their might they cannot break me AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on April 24, 2024...

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Look at me now, torn and cast into the unforgiving wind of passing, Just as a bored child abandons a broken doll, Seeking something else to fill their heart with new laughter and colors, Torn and cast away, I can offer nothing more, I am a vessel emptied of the essence of giving. Perhaps, if you would let me...

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We often reach the future by sailing in the past Our course in life a distant breeze — that steps tomorrows mast (Dreamsleep: April, 2025) ...

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Don’t tell me what I already know Don’t give me what I already have Don’t take me where I’ve already been Don’t play me what I’ve already heard Dissuading moments when left unbound Preempt the silence a devil’s sound But deep inside satanic winds A Savior whispers beyond — the din (Dreamsleep: April, 2025) ...

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Enrolling as a pirate is much harder than it seems, You’ll need to speak in present tense and chase your wildest dreams. Well, once you’ve trained a parrot and been measured for your hook, You have to plough through pages of the health and safety book. The pointed end’s the bow, whilst your rudder’s near the aft, Our crow’s...

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If money were just withered leaves carried by the wind, I would open a small flower shop on a forgotten street, where days drift by slowly, and the air smells of fresh, gentle rain, and the wind always carries the scent of clear mornings. I would live alone in an old cottage, deep in the mountains, where the trees are...

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