Freedom Wind Poems | Examples
These Freedom Wind poems are examples of Wind poems about Freedom. These are the best examples of Wind Freedom poems written by international poets.
Listen to the wind as it shares its journey
from Puget Sound to Alderny.
It brings the sound of whispering woods
and beauties in their knitted hoods.
Who and what the blowing brings,
all is told with wings and rings.
Listen to the wind as it leaves its home
and winds its way to freedom roam.
Bones of broken mysteries
buried away in fading histories.
Never heard outside one’s tribe,
as all the bad we try to hide.
Listen to the wind as it sings its song
of good and righteous, evil and wrong.
It makes its way from here to yon
without a care for now or anon.
Objective in its path from here
and now, to nearly there.
Listen to the wind.
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 sick man’s recovery,
like entering a garden after an interminable illness.
Death lies before me:
like the fragrance of myrrh,
like sitting beneath a billowing sail with a favorable wind.
Death lies before me:
like swimming in the course of a stream,
like a man’s return from the slave-galley to freedom.
Death lies before me:
like the sky when it clears,
like a man's longing to see his home after countless years of captivity.
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pulse on the roots of my hair
spread on the bed
i ripped off my sheets to find consolation
my fingers bled
searched every corner for a crumb of freedom
the city stayed
saw the blinds shaken from the storm
my future is dead.
The wind is blowing
Flies, blows, running, and rushing…
… in the space, in the airspace…
Even freer than a bird in the sky…
A heart, a lonely heart wants to live…
… in the sky, like a white seagull’s life…
Yes, freely in space, and in time…
Poor lonely heart killed by an arrogant heart…
… Yes, the lonely heart was filled with love…
The arrogant and mischievous heart…
… killed a lover's heart.
Sad life, sad love
Will forever fly
The wind is this heart
In the sky flies
Freedom is the Love
Goodbye
with passed,
love
When the wind blows
You will remember my heart
Bye
Vilmos
Souls borne on wanderlust winds
Never their wandering fate rescind.
They wander like winds throughout their lives
Enslaved to adventure for which they strive.
Living life on its razor-thin edge
At the tip of fate’s precarious wedge,
They ride like Valkyries into war,
Not knowing what life is really for.
Some are heroes, and some are rogues
Who will constantly wring from life its most.
But, in the end, they are lusty slaves
To their itchy feet’s whims
And life’s wondrous ways.
I wake at the edge of dawn to hear songbirds sing.
A habit since a child, I love listening to their soft trills.
It's then, as the world in slumber lies hushed and still
that I impatiently loosen the reins of my gypsy soul
to run with wild abandon, free to chase the wind.
I’m envious of the clouds
That float happily in the sun –
Changing into colorful shrouds –
Lumping from many into one.
Their most compatible friend –
The wind, admits
They beautify the high heaven –
As nebulosity permits –
Travel without a passport –
Slipping away on a whim
For a day’s length or more –
Then return a denizen.
Whispers in the wind
Wishes made for two
Words of sweet affection
Reaching out to you
Like the peace within
Kindly friends agree
Love is like a silver stream
Flowing out to sea
Through a busy day
When my work is done
Joy is my surrender
To the loving one
Like a gentle breeze
Blowing constantly
Happiness is knowing
Butterflies are free
Whispers in the wind
Tender as than the dew
When the stars are blinking
I'll be loving you.
There is a reason
For storms—tears lost are given
Freedom in heaven;
Like gray fists made of soft fluff—
Squeezing out miracle growth.
Now and then sometimes and then in-between
The way of the wind is a way so serene
To find oneself carried completely on air
Just drifting in silence with nary a care
The way of the wind cannot simply be caught
It isn’t a venture so easily taught
A mindset of karma for fortunes outlaid
Will hopefully spend now with gratitude paid
So free and so easy, a sea-breeze delight
When floating in freedom all day and all night
But when one can find it, when head space permits
Then everything questioned all finally fits
A tempest, a zephyr, a current or whisk
Just let yourself fly, go ahead, take a risk
The worries that burden in life underpinned
Will suddenly vanish, the way of the wind
A free bird flying in the sky
With wings of freedom stretched above the soil
Swinging left and right in the windy storm
Not ready to give up freedom anyhow.
Flying with courage within
Ready to give up life
With new enemies always on sight
Ready to fight, ready to strike
That bird very difficult to capture tho
But ever it gets captured somehow
It will try to fly till last breath
With wings of freedom mixed in the soil.
Become courageous, become strong
Like that bird in the sky
For it also knows
Once freedom gone, never comes back
If only I could take you on a tour
To the worlds that my brain has built
And show you the lives I live
The colors I paint my walls with
The stories I draft on my brain cells
The places I travel to
And the places that I create inside it
Would you have understood me, maybe.
Wild animals, also horses that roam,
running wild and accepting freedom's cost.
I've always wanted to give them a home--
to pen them would mean primal essence lost.
Born in the wild, it is their true venue;
depending on wind for wild acres' call.
Some settle when skies turn a purple hue;
others will roam as night begins its fall.
So wild and free, with wind tossing their manes,
as they drink from streams, or stop for a graze.
They run over hills and on unknown lanes.
hooves pounding, they run in a dusty haze.
When we see them, aloof and running free--
no moments interrupted by lost time.
We silently wish that's how we could be--
perhaps in daydreams, or maybe a rhyme.
January 26, 2023
For "pick a Title, Vol.34"
by Edward Ibeh
A 2nd Place
Air
Atmospheric, Breezy
Calming, Soothing, Freeing
Element, Biosphere, Nature, Environment
Grounding, Healing, Unwavering
Meditative, Durable
Earth
Apples don't fall far from the tree, and leaves aren't meant to leave the branches.
But pollen is carried far by bees, and leaves are often freed by chances.
No one can say how the wind blows, but we can oft say it dances.
What was meant to live on ground touches the heavens through wind's advances.
Leaves don't fall, they fly, and fate isn't fixed, it branches.
Take a chance be blind and fly.
You don't always need the answers.
QUOTE 7