Wind Poems | Examples of Wind Poetry

There he was still as a windless night, As if adorned in the drapes of the stormy sky, His shield covering the faintest shimmer's plight. The candle held on to its whispering glow, On the shores of the unending sea, It held on in the ruthless wind's blow. Why the ritual of protecting a such memory, In the great winds of every...

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nature’s breath roams free a dance of unseen force a carrier of scents By Zyrool ...

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Air flows ! Wind blows . Inhale ! Exhale. ...

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In many parks along peaceful walking trails wind phones can now be found across the world. With the help of an old rotary dial telephone, mourners can speak freely to lost loved ones. These phones are the direct line to the other side for those who sadly never got to say goodbye. Mourners can speak their heart into the wind to help...

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Metaphor and simile have been with the human race for thousands of years. This is my English translation of an excerpt from an ancient Egyptian poem estimated to be around 4,000 years old: Excerpt from "Dialogue of a Misanthrope with his Soul" (ancient Egyptian poem circa 2000 BC) loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Death lies before me: like a...

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I wish I was the wind ruffling oak leaves wafting through a verdant meadow traveling through the night air gently kissing the tips of grasses the lightest of songs a whispering wisp refreshing in the rain rejuvenating the earth as I pass by...

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It's to be expected this time of year, mid Winter, a merciless wind straight off the bay blowing leaves left over from Autumn, lifting them like dead prey flicked up by the claws of a cat reliving the kill in its remorseless play. ...

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Did you hear? What was that? The wild wind? Here I stand, with flowers, all colors. A rose talks, lilies sing, cactus cry....

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You will find them in the best dream, in a green meadow or by a clear stream. Among every pair, they reign supreme. Sunshine and breeze make quite a team....

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Beneath Bruised Skies The wind, a ghost with an unseen hand, Whips grit and dust across the Oklahoma land. It carries the smell of ozone, sharp and cold, A story whispered, ancient, bold. You feel its tug, a constant plea, A playful push, then suddenly, A heavy cloak of pressure drops, As every buzzing insect stops. The sky turns bruised, a sickly green, A painted...

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I wake— each dawn a slender promise shoulders gilded, by hesitant sun. The world, wide as longing real as the air I breathe— crests of mountains waiting horizons keeping their counsel. My heart, uncertain…. ventures like a melodic wind carried on— searching for a sign where wonder grows wild within. Between the strums of my old guitar and laughter in morning dew I surrender: each note of yesteryear kindles today’s quiet lesson A...

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She thinned to vapour, blue as longing's edge, while we searched skywards, calling her lost name. Wind replied in whispers no one could catch– just hollow notes strung on a frayed thread. Now dusk repeats her gesture: palms upturned, spilling light where her shadow once poured. We drink the rain, still tasting her farewell. ...

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nippy gust of wind toying with crisp autumn leaves vortex of a squall...

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When I was ash... I knew wind more intimately than breath. I knew what it meant... To scatter without sorrow. That is all I remember....

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The sky does not explain itself It simply opens. The wanderer... quiet with ash and memory Does not ask it to. For there is a wind that knows his name It never speaks it aloud. As together, they walk... Not forward, but further....

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