All Weather Poems - Poems about All Weather

He breezed in after a whirlwind tour of the local pubs. Feeling muggy, he drifted up the stairs like a silent mist, but was greeted with an isobar across the back of the head. An icy stare froze him to the spot, followed by a maelstrom of words that bounced off the walls, pounding him like giant...

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so hot noon No one likes hotness this July yet night breeze cool calm lovely summer night so pretty sky bright...

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Now and then, quietly without notice, Time adjusts its spectacles— Peers through a fogged pane of recall Where particulars, once urgent, dissolve. If now and then you find rain in your heart, be assured it is scheduled— a punctual drizzle of consequence, not passion, but the persistence of memory in its bureaucratic overcoat. It’s all because of you, the file states plainly: signed in duplicate, sealed...

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hot dry summer day thick smoke fills countryside flames on horizon in midnight hour dancing across the night sky northern light show...

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Oh, those cloudy, sunless days; time to visit inner views. No distractions in my mind luring me outdoors to play, hiding what lies deep inside. Clouds grant clarity to thoughts- to write deeper poems then. ...

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The Cheshire Cat smiles Behind the dark velvet sky Where Fireflies wander...

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Bonding with Nature Early Sunday morning; nature rattling at the front door! I accept the invitation to bond, stepping out with nothing more in tow than an upturned collar and a theatrical imagination. The morning’s ground is well-baked pastry, crusted with a shiver of winter; sunlight whispering across the ground all sharp colour and playfulness. So I stride out, church bells skipping alongside with light...

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cone shaped it appears zigzagging across the sand the wind is its guide ...

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In summer's heat, where vibrant blossoms sway, A storm awakens, darkened clouds align, The thunder whispers secrets of the day, While lightning's flash reveals the past's design. Beneath the tempest's wrath, my heart takes flight, To memories concealed in shadow's veil, Each droplet falls, a tear of lost delight,...

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Growing up in my birth state, I was a "Time Watcher". I wanted to move away as soon as possible Living in A Northern big city, I was a "People Watcher". I wanted to avoid dangerous people Living for over 40 years out west, I was a "Landscape Watcher". I loved the sceneries. I now live in a weather sensitive region, And I am now...

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Atop the edge where silence leans, A figure stands — the dusk between. No name, no face the canvas shows, Just wind that hums what no one knows. The sky explodes in molten fire, A final gasp of day's desire. It stains the clouds in crimson breath, A masterpiece that flirts with death. Does he await or does he grieve? Or dream of flight...

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They hate us not because we’re bad but because we are everything they cannot be Because while they stew in their own misery Formed from their own jealousy We live life fully Because that’s the beauty of Black people We create joy where joy has been locked out Then try to hide it through false superiority Whilst trying to convince the...

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weathering Wales in bleak winter is hard though starred sheep remain sleek taverns roaring fires a feat making Celtic maidens sweet ~~~~~~~ ...

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sponsor : Suzette Richards submitted : 10/7/25 _____________________ [ Poet’s note of interest ~ Tesla’s Birth : 10 July, around midnight : 1856 : stormy weather | Poem came through : 10 July, 3.33am : 2025 : winter rain | Numerologically speaking 3.33 is the divine number of alignment. Standard time in Croatia, where Tesla was born & SAST...

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Feel better soon dear Bluebird Someone loves you much The troubadour that's in me Is writing such and such In little ditties, longer lines Some that take a page But all express my heart in words And once you're on the stage I stand behind and in the back Your beauty in full view I like to think the painting By Klimt is me and you...

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