Top 100 Poems About: WIND


In this page, poems on / about “wind” are listed.
  • 1.
    Who Has Seen the Wind?

    Who has seen the wind?
    Neither I nor you.
    But when the leaves hang trembling,
    The wind is passing through. read more »

    Christina Georgina Rossetti
  • 2.
    The Wind

    I saw you toss the kites on high
    And blow the birds about the sky;
    And all around I heard you pass,
    Like ladies' skirts across the grass-- read more »

    Robert Louis Stevenson
  • 3.
    Wind on the Hill

    No one can tell me,
    Nobody knows,
    Where the wind comes from,
    Where the wind goes. read more »

    Alan Alexander Milne
  • 4.
    Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed

    Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound
    In the throat, burning and turning. All night afloat
    On the silent sea we have heard the sound
    That came from the wound wrapped in the salt sheet. read more »

    Dylan Thomas
  • 5.
    The Wind

    He shouts in the sails of the ships at sea,
    He steals the down from the honeybee,
    He makes the forest trees rustle and sing,
    He twirls my kite till it breaks its string. read more »

    Amy Lowell
  • 6.
    ## THE WIND'S DRESSING ROOM

    oh wind where do you go
    before the dawn

    oh wind where do you go read more »

    Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
  • 7.
    Four Winds

    "Four winds blowing thro' the sky,
    You have seen poor maidens die,
    Tell me then what I shall do
    That my lover may be true." read more »

    Sara Teasdale
  • 8.
    Wind

    As the wind howls outside
    It knocks at the windowpanes
    It whistles through the doors
    But yet silently read more »

    Colleen Courtney
  • 9.
    March

    There's a wind blowing
    Cold through the corridors,
    A ghost-wind,
    The flapping of defeated wings, read more »

    Patrick Kavanagh
  • 10.
    Small Song

    The reeds give way to the wind
    and give the wind away. read more »

    Archie Randolph Ammons
  • 11.
    A Night-Piece By Millet

    Wind and sea and cloud and cloud-forsaking
    Mirth of moonlight where the storm leaves free
    Heaven awhile, for all the wrath of waking
    Wind and sea. read more »

    Algernon Charles Swinburne
  • 12.
    (024) Life

    I am the spear
    You are the wound
    I am the wound
    You are the spear read more »

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