Top 100 Poems About: WIND

In this page, poems on / about “wind” are listed.
  • 1.
    Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind

    Blow, blow, thou winter wind
    Thou art not so unkind
    As man's ingratitude;
    Thy tooth is not so keen, read more »

    William Shakespeare
  • 2.
    Ode To The West Wind


    O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
    Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead read more »

    Percy Bysshe Shelley
  • 3.
    Especially When The October Wind

    Especially when the October wind
    With frosty fingers punishes my hair,
    Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire
    And cast a shadow crab upon the land, read more »

    Dylan Thomas
  • 4.
    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
  • 5.
    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
  • 6.
    To The Thawing Wind

    Come with rain. O loud Southwester!
    Bring the singer, bring the nester;
    Give the buried flower a dream;
    Make the settled snowbank steam; read more »

    Robert Frost
  • 7.
    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
  • 8.
    Wind Song

    The wind whistles eerily, as the storm approaches,
    it gradually encroaches, taking over
    like some unscrupulous military machine,
    giving way to no one, read more »

    Ernestine Northover
  • 9.
    The Wind, One Brilliant Day

    The wind, one brilliant day, called
    to my soul with an odor of jasmine.

    'In return for the odor of my jasmine, read more »

    Antonio Machado
  • 10.
    The Wind

    With no companion to my mood,
    Against the wind as it should be read more »

    Vikram Seth
  • 11.
    Wind Chill

    The door of winter
    is frozen shut,

    and like the bodies read more »

    Linda Pastan
  • 12.
    Summer Wind

    It is a sultry day; the sun has drank
    The dew that lay upon the morning grass,
    There is no rustling in the lofty elm
    That canopies my dwelling, and its shade read more »

    William Cullen Bryant
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