Wind Poems | Examples of Wind Poetry

A cold wind has the breath of Antarctica coming up from the south. Snow is falling in the Alps. Small boats huddle in the sheltered corners of the Bay as I make my way towards the foreshore and the spray swept pier. In the far distance, gulls wheel inside a shaft of sunlight gathering gold on joyous wings. Suddenly, something leaps up from out of...

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we met for no reason in lonely park where we happened to be, both there at the same, time for no real reason, just an accident really, that happenstance yen-ed to sublime. we both heard the empty swing grind a creak as wind swung it to and fro, to and fro, we spoke gently about the pathos of the scene, swing parked empty, echoing the joyous laughs of kids...

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who can get high in hibbing but then a song's gotta be sung when a robert takes no ribbing as he finds his hearts tongue he's no icon, just a travelling man a being lucky on cloud nine found a way to be his best fan looking back surely he'll feel fine woody had a message to sing something that needed to be heard instead...

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Wailing wind soft hard and loose Indigo sins blown away by you Not everyone listens to your truth Denim days are made forever blue Soulful song sounds silvery sonnet Onyx town with a curse on it Neon prayers clash with Easter bonnet Graveyard laugh as heart is haunted...

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The wind and the trees made an awful sound. One moved fast, and one stood his ground. The tree had enough of that gale and his mouth. That bluster blew by and went South....

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The wind is readying himself for meadow and forest war My trees are touching their roots Robin nest is on the ground Squirrels are scrambling Wrens, sparrows and cardinals issue warning tweets and whistles Urging us to take shelter before wind explodes with rage Humans go to basements during tornadoes Do birds fly off? Hide under moss or violets? Frantic sounding tweets and...

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Melody of the west wind Wafts into the courtyard Tickling the fresh buds of an apple tree I am enthralled, excited, enthused Singing commences A ditty I make up in honor of wind An appreciative cloud gives me a nod I feel validated Oak tree scoffs He is not as easily won over as wind or cloud Matters not, I continue singing the wind song Feeling...

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"Lingering leaves of gold frolic / frolicked in the autumn wind" Quote by the sponsor A crisp chill in the air, not being warmed by the sun. I hear rustling, a sure sign that autumn has begun. "Lingering leaves of gold frolic / frolicked in the autumn wind" My love of Autumn and its gold leaves will never...

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Where? Are the colors night? Taste the rived winds black Lack of colors attract Black has no movement bright Movement has no depth Black has no tear ducts can’t weep 6/5/25 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025© ...

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One of our only protectors The sun burns their skins With the reminder of their sins The sun kisses our skin Gifting it with affection The wind echoes with our ancestors stories A silent act of justice A way to honour black history To haunt the guilty The wind lifts our heads up To remind us That they can't break us And that...

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Whoosh, the wind through olive trees, tugs my dress with gentle ease. It brushes neck like whispered breath, soft and quiet, light as rest. Flit-flit, white butterflies fly, soft as ash, then say goodbye. Chirp-trill, birds sing wild above, messy songs full of love. Buzz of heat on sun-warm skin, wind curls slow around my shin. Agolli spoke of roots and rain, but I was born...

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"Lingering leaves of gold frolic in the autumn wind," Swept up by bygone breezes, already collapsing before they begin, As disillusionment clouds an overtired soul— Misplaced and irretrievable To a society that ravenously disembowels empathy, Twists and mangles trust until it becomes unrecognizably disfigured, Leaving the carcass to be plucked by bone-thin vultures, Fed by culture’s apathetic, parasitic narcissism, Under the boiling, pre-winter sun. ...

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Under the sky that dissolves dogmas like the wind does sand, A canopy of empathy unfolds like an ancient tapestry, Embroidered with clarity and illuminated by pure integrity, Entangled in the fine threads of unknown transcendence. I listen as celestial conversations sing in honey and cinnamon, Flowing through the veins of silence like a river of perfect rhymes, While butterflies, with...

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Rarely not windy In the far flung Squarely unfairly unsung Seriously deliriously magical Mystical..mythical Catlins Rather adept at being Scarily palaver kept.. Wild & warily windswept Gusts crept not Slowing then leapt Boom & bust thrust lust Not caring us despairing Sussed trussed trees cussed Unruly unjust showing growing Glaring..nonplussed Haring..not fussed Duly well & Truly cruelly blowing A helluva Hooley Mean flurry of almost obscene  Breeze seems in no...

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In the gathering gloom of a winter's afternoon as the light leaches from the room I'm more prone or inclined as comforts tug to recline supine beside the hearth here on the rug with a good book than step outdoors as if you would take a look outside the window should you care it's more than slightly chilly out there with snowflakes blowing in the air better on the floor I think with a...

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