Barometer Poems - Poems about Barometer

...storm raped elms gales defoliate young trees season wrath thunders ......

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...Questions may often arise, As to just how far they can reach? Where the bonds between two may Be tested, before they are able to teach. Early on, it's seen through our c......

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...A darker gray pours over the horizon, Cold and wet with a wind to subdue. Yet with it comes a shade of discomfort, As if energy must begin a search for a clue. The changes we all see ha......

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...September sun setting low, Fall in all its golden glow; Anticyclones hold transient sway As mist forms ,at the close of day. Dogwood,jasmine,marram grass In flower ,as pressure fills the barom......

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...A storm just swept through my mind Its wind just took me away The world is about to find My sanity lost today Do you hear the thunder roll It echoes loud with sadness My life has taken its to......

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...I touched her hand and the warmth of her soul rushed my veins like a mad river, obliterating all doubts. Would that I survive the tumult, the undying desire to touch her skin again, even for a mo......

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...Occasionally We see Phenomenal matters of love With our heart But not with our eyes At first, we find ourselves happy Where we unearth in the yard At the bottom of the gravel Gold or diamond ......

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...The wind seems a song of placidity As it passes through the meadow near But I know it’s a harbinger of treachery Soon, from sudden blasts of Arctic air. They say a snowstorm is immi......

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...Dogwood,jasmine,marram grass In flower ,as pressure fills the barometer glass; Evening primrose in scented bloom Fill Autumn with  pungent perfume. Sycamore seeds twirl and twist Onto a fairy-......

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...Simple enough to trust that the Lord will provide each crumb of Individual nutrient to each and everyone of us. In a world of Move over and let me, we need to make God our......

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...I hear music. It's quite blusic, whining sax's that won't betray. I hear drumming, guitar's strumming, as my body begins to sway. It's my thermometer, my musical barometer, the pulsating rhythms that......

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...The Candlemaker’s Office was sparsely filled. The worn brass door knob — a patina countless hands slipping over its surface, polished and discolored ......

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...P.T.S.D FOR ME Fragile feelings, Where ghosts of past intrude, Overwhelming of soul, A comprehension felt and noted It never goes away, Mostly stays in background And in inappropriate times ......

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...Speechless and lost, A *****, uncomfortable perplexity began to invade me, Seated here all day, I've been thinking, And feeling a stifling sensation of pain and suspense, Life becoming more meani......

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...Monday means rise and shine, get out of bed and be at work on time, it's a day some consider makes them blue when full of stress and crying too. Tuesday gives us our second wind, makes up for ......

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