Wind Poems | Examples of Wind Poetry

FICKLE WINDS fickle winds of fate blowing us like tumbleweeds along life’s highways ...

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Skies of gray Skies of gloom Storm clouds say Bringing doom Dark steel day Blustering winds Turmoil cloud Sleeting sends Hail stones loud Dark steel day Storm surrounds Gale force wind Beating down Without end Dark steel day Icy air Breath of steam No despair Just winter’s dream Dark steel day Storms they rise Then they go No surprise If you know Dark steel day Dark steel days ahead and behind Dark steel days on my mind Dark steel days good and...

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High winds have come to a land remote and wild. Oak leaves tremble in the black of night While critters to the underbrush for the present are exiled. Like a giant thrashing fiend, wind roars with all its might, Increasing in intensity as if something got it very riled. Not many birds will still remain where there is great height. Gone...

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Date: June 17, 2025 I wandered through a bleeding dusk, the wind forgot my name. A rose was growing from the dust— I reached, and it became the fog that hums like swallowed screams. My lungs forget to breathe. I taste old blood beneath my tongue. Each petal cuts me in my sleep— what did I dare believe? Each step I took was stitched with...

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Winds whisper ‘Arrival' come Spring Departure in November January’s gusts inhabit every crack and crevice Summer’s banners lie limp against their poles ...

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These are English translations of Issa haiku about the seasons: spring, summer, autumn, winter. Autumn wind ... She always wanted to pluck the reddest roses ?Kobayashi Issa translation by Michael R. Burch Issa wrote the haiku above after the death of his daughter Sato with the note: “Sato, girl, 35th day, at the grave.” In this world where I was born every...

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WHISPERS ON THE WIND fiery skies ablaze sunset's final, fleeting glance day's last, burning breath whispers of the wind through the trees, a gentle voice a gentle goodnight ...

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The case of lynching vs suicide A black man Hangs Lifeless Silent Eerie The only sound Is the wind thrashing around As it surrounds The black man Screaming loud Trying to get the man to make a sound The wind howled In pain In agony Watching as the whole town Laughing like he was some kind of clown The police never showed In the...

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Wind Of Chance The billowing wind rendered alluring melodies luring many men thirsty for his fate each beholding his cup full of frothing lager concealing the lethal dregs making the jolly man a hollow being ...

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Claws in the wind disturb the stream, Two bears collide in shallow spray, Their roars dissolve the morning dream. Claws in the wind. The water coils in streaks of gray, Sharp fangs reflect the sun’s last gleam, No trout remain, they dart away. Each lunge breaks loose a river seam, The rocks bear witness to the fray, Then all is still as dusk draws...

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The Mighty Quinn in the Highlands on Maggie's Farm in an Idiot Wind What He Didn't Say About Being Famous: "Just Like The Rest, I Like My Sugar Sweet." When Quinn The Inuit Gets Here, We're All Gonna Hafta' Eat. I "Feel Like A Prisoner In A World Of Mystery." A Pretty...

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Everyday as I lie on my bed Afterlunch, watching wind in the skies I see clouds in their formless fled Hastily waving goodbyes The picture changes every second It never repeats the same view The light flashes in and I’m beckoned I look to the west to see you But nothing comes out to grant us Dark clouds blur the light sky Like the...

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Why do we see so many plastic bags blowing around and about? A million such bags are made each minute, today I found out. We use them to carry books, gardening tools, whistles and plastic stars. Most of us use them daily, and they blow out the windows of our cars....

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“Life is like a ship tossed on the high sea To journey amidst sunshine and wild waves.” - By author. ************************************************************** ...

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Hi, Mom. I hope you’re somewhere beautiful— the way Dad always says you are. I’m older now. Not a baby anymore. I wish I could remember your voice, but I hear it in his. He still talks about you— every night, when he thinks I’m asleep. He steps outside, looks up at the sky, and whispers. Sometimes I hear him cry, soft like the wind. Sometimes I smile, 'cause I know you're...

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