Weather Poems
What Weather
by Angela Fletcher
The leaves are blowing away
Up, up, and away they go.
Swish, swoosh, they go.
Like a dancing ballerina
Up, up and away they go
Way up , in the sky.
The trees standing there,
Their branches all bare.
The wind whistling throughout empty branches,
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We Refugees
by Benjamin Zephaniah
I come from a musical place
Where they shoot me for my song
And my brother has been tortured
By my brother in my land.
I come from a beautiful place
Where they hate my shade of skin
They don't like the way I pray
And they ban free poetry.
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A Wife In London (December, 1899)
by Thomas Hardy
I--The Tragedy
She sits in the tawny vapour
That the City lanes have uprolled,
Behind whose webby fold on fold
Like a waning taper
The street-lamp glimmers cold.
A messenger's knock cracks smartly,
Flashed news is in her hand
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Fable
by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The mountain and the squirrel
Had a quarrel;
And the former called the latter "Little Prig."
Bun replied,
"You are doubtless very big;
But all sorts of things and weather
Must be taken in together
To make up a year
And a sphere.
And I think it's no disgrace
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Youth And Age
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying,
Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee -
Both were mine! Life went a-maying
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy,
When I was young!
When I was young? -Ah, woeful When!
Ah! for the change 'twixt Now and Then!
This breathing house not built with hands,
This body that does me grievous wrong,
O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands
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The uniform
by Gus Moom
How are you then?
"Oh yes I'm fine,
The rain it came round just in time!
My flowers they sure need a drink.
We needed this though, don't you think?
Sure hope the sun comes out again
I bought a new dress, right on trend
Anyway I've got to go!
Let's just hope it doesn't snow!"
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Storm Chasing
by Taryn G
I always thought storm chasers
were a little crazy
these men with cameras
and beater cars
driving into the middle of nowhere
to chase an impending disaster.
Their faces would be split with a smile
almost drunk with pleasure
as they maneuvered their car across fields
and roads
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A Strong Force
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was an illustrious, nuclear physicist, and I was studying the strong force,
Holding together building blocks of all atoms, as stars hold to their course.
That force joins roaming quarks, which neutrons and photons are made of;
And it also holds together photons and neutrons, like subatomic true love.
This produces the atomic nucleus, allowing for all element producing ability.
I loved studying these dynamics, which create matter's underlying stability.
Fashionable friends and I were like birds of a feather, on fancy Friday eves,
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Chill Evening
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
frosty stars are out
pink moon wanders into night
with its fragrancies
summer's chasing fall
in its ripe, lonely old age
they'll dance at the ball
both dressed up in hues
blending the old with the new
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The wind is blowing.
by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson
The wind is blowing harshly against my window pane.
Its sound is rough and daunting,
as it whistles through the lane.
The old oak tree outside is swaying to and fro.
The leaves are swirling past,
not really knowing where to go.
The little blackbird finds shelter under the bush.
The majestic swan is gliding,
not even in a rush.
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