Winds Poems - Poems about Winds

The Winds Of Spring

weeping willow trees
     long limbs lashing and slashing
          in the winds of spring

Our Restless GenZees Winds That Scatter and Gather

They are a generation that is disillusioned and disgruntled with the Status Quo
Ever they are faulting the old guard for running our most beloved country down
Most of them are very techno savvy and have the indicting info at their finger tips
Most of them have high aspirations which have not been dashed down by regrets

They differ

In the depths of my heart, cold winds of unrest whisper

In the depths of my heart, cold winds of unrest whisper,
Words that can never be written on pages of dreams,
In the silence between us hides an ocean of desires,
But I cannot be the hope you wished to find.
You know why, but you hide from the truth that weighs heavy on you,
Yet I know that one

Winds

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



By Zyrool 

The Winds Of November Lightfoot Connection

The gales of November sit still on my mind 
while I stand to remember the Maritime blues 
Twenty-nine souls cradled by the sea 
perished as the gales of November blew free

"We're holding our own just like an old shoe "
transmissions and messages lost in debris !
Superior storms blew hard and unfettered 
as the gales of

Summer Winds

                         Summer Winds

Amidst strong winds, John was treading the road
Carrying on his back a heavy load,
It was a pitiful sight 
To brave the wind in such plight:
When load fell down, it

In Three Winds They Rise A Trilogy Poem in Tribute to the Souls of Flight 17 - June 2025!

The “Mayday” radio call message was the final voice from Air India 171 flight bound for London seconds before it crashed creating an eternal memorial for 241 gracious beings, with one survivor. My heartfelt sympathy and condolences to every family member, friend, and associate of those who made their ascent into the heavenly realms. May

Sailboat

                                                    Sailboat

  

Riddle of the Winds of Fate

The wind like time
Does not beg permission
It does not pause for longing hands
It moves illusively disappearing
Coming and going
Weaving the strands of tomorrow
into fleeting dreams transcended
From the bones of yesterday
It waits unseen in silent stillness
mummering with mystery
charging into an array
of constant cycles of energy
Touching everything

In its river of drifting sighs and huffing gusts
Its anger devours with
Screeching

In the howling wilderness, the path is lost beneath the fury of wild winds

In the howling wilderness, the path is lost beneath the fury of wild winds,
The compass loses its meaning under the vast and empty sky, without stars to guide us,
Our steps wander through the nameless realm, where echoes forget their words,
Alone we walk through the wilderness of the heart, seeking traces of vanished dreams.
The thorns of

Of Whispers and Winds

  
      Winds whisper ‘Arrival' come Spring
         Departure in November

      January’s gusts inhabit every crack and crevice
        Summer’s banners lie limp against their poles

Tossed on the Wide Seas

“Life is like a ship tossed on the high sea 
To journey amidst sunshine and wild waves.” - By author.
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Realizing life is short too late

aborted ambitions
time squandered
dreams abandoned
a life mismanaged

a ship with 
no one at the helm
subject to the currents
and the whim of winds

idle and adrift
we've run out of options
out of time and
out of excuses



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Submitted on June 2, 2025 for contest YOUR CHOICE T sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention

The Harmattan Winds Of The Incorruptible People

I’m talking about the beautiful country of Burkina Faso
Formally known as the Republic of Upper Volta, the newcomer on the plateau
The new country with a charismatic and highly competent young leader
Capt. Ibrahim Traoré, everybody is talking about this intelligent brother
Who is well articulated in French, English and other languages
Brother Traoré embodies what all young men

Prevailing winds

There are days we live only for others
and happy to share in ours, 
words of devotion
even scars. 

Though I never presumed to know 
or even understand..
only pretend.

But this time's not the same
this unshakable thing,
like a pain,
is not pretending.

A feeling that wakes you from a deep sleep
real, whatever that is.. 
transcending all moments that came before
you.

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