Best Forecast Poems
Due to growing Nimbus clouds of oppression
an area of low pressure has been building
Rest assured, it won't lead to bouts of depression
but rumblings of thunder have now been heard,
foreshadowing the bombs of fury soon to come.
Be advised: the ripping winds will not be deterred.
To counteract and neutralise any negative vibes
this Poetry Souper has been on a strict vegetarian diet
of lentils, cabbage soup, curry and beans; re-fried
They have been consumed in copious quantities.
Take shelter from wind gusts. There may be a riot!
Steps are being taken because many have died
from the expulsions of a toxic build up of gas.
It's predicted to be tornado level turbulence
emanating from winds blown out of my a s s
Anatomically referred to as expelled flatulence.
Blowouts should be considered as lethal blasts,
and not to be taken lightly, ignored, or scorned.
This is a public service alert of severe wind forecast.
The approaching storm is of gigantic proportions.
Gas masks are advised. You have been warned!
Warning Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
Submitted to Weather Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Angela Tune
2/28/20
Categories:
forecast, humorous, wind,
Form:
Rhyme
My Spring will be sunny - all plans ahead,
and Summer quite sprightly... plans won't sink like lead,
No rain here, or thunder - why, tickle my toes,
why people want rainy, the Lord only knows.
Autumn will be fog-bound... I'm joking my friend.
I live in a country where fog won't itself lend.
It will be joyous and sunny like spring in the South,
and my plans won't go haywire like a kick in the mouth.
Winters I love here, and my plans will go well.
What my plans are for the moment? Can't tell,
but they will be sunny like all my plans are,
and if you're good, Mr. Viv, we'll meet up in a bar.
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1/16/2018
Contest - Weather Forecast 2018
Sponsor - Viv Wigley
2nd place win
Categories:
forecast, how i feel, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Today ...
Today the sun shined ...
Horizon-to-horizon it warmed, marrow and moat,
Tickling those things below that wait patiently for a turning.
Tomorrow?
Snow, so they say ...
But as life, what tomorrow brings, only tomorrow knows,
And perhaps hope lies waiting, trembling in cold soil.
Two-thousand-and-twenty is but a babe ...
And though it was brought forth in the brisk, biting breath of winter,
It holds the opportunity and prospect of the sun.
Long days always follow short,
Cold always bows low to warmth and bloom,
And while those white flakes may dust the air with crystals on the
morrow,
Though hardship and challenge may place themselves under our feet,
And the year start with ominous clouds of question and challenge,
They, too, are but ephemeral and brief,
And the day, AS the year,
Is what we make of it ...
The cold clay in our hands will warm to mold and ply,
And the things we fashion are naught but as the weather -
Limited ONLY by what we sculpt from it,
What we envision and forge and spin to shapes
Upon imagination's wheel.
The forecast?
Widely scattered conceptions,
Hope and possibility on the horizon,
With a steady downpour of potentiality!
One hundred percent chance ...
Of life as we make it,
And dreams ...
As imagined.
Submitted on February 6, 2020
To the "Strand Select F Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest
Brian Strand, Sponsor.
Categories:
forecast, analogy, life, metaphor, new
Form:
Free verse
The New Year has come wafting on the wings of winter
The high latitudinal areas of the northern hemisphere
Would be in the grip of frequent snowstorms severe
Throwing life in desolate isolation and out of gear.
The cold wave sub-zero conditions of deprivation would persist
In many sections of population for in poverty they can’t subsist
Who wouldn’t see for long the sun of subservient survival
Through the dense fog of abject abandon and rueful refusal.
The frosty winter nights would fall with wrath
Making many frigid who would seek introvert warmth.
After the winter haze clears the weather would change
The spring would develop many high pressure regions
In the lives’ atmosphere of the aspirant people
Living in the spreading mist of uncertain future climate
With the hope of clear blue sky and sunny temperate days.
They have to brace for the increasing ambient temperature
In the thermal islands in the wake of global warming true or not.
The fanatic heat waves in the summer of discontent
Could blow dust of hatred in the raging desert storm
Might sweep like nimbus cloud across the tormented humanity.
The overcast monsoon sky may fall asunder
After unpredictable cloud burst one after another
On gloomy minds plunged in the trough of depression.
They would sink in the flood brought by heavy rains
In low pressure areas where mental stress would deepen despair.
Hurricanes and tropical storms would spin on trade winds
Wreck havoc bringing misery to many
For they would make landfall on the helpless people of destiny.
The cirrus clouds would slowly clear
The low atmospheric disturbances would subside
As the autumn would arrive sailing on the northern wind
With nip in the air and prospect of bright sunny days.
The occasional gusty winds of the fall
Would blow the broken brown leaves away
The way welted thoughts of the mind
Get swept by the squalls of fast moving times.
The old year would take our agony and dreams
Across the winter to the cold folds of another New Year
And we would wait for yet another spring another time
When our lives would bloom like flowers.
January 7, 2018.
Categories:
forecast, analogy, life, new year,
Form:
Free verse
Weather forecast so frightful, so scary
It removes from this season the 'merry'
Howling winds and blowing snowdrifts
Force your car off the edge of a cliff
Visibility of less than half and inch
Makes an experienced aviator flinch
700 flights canceled in and out of O'Hare
Frustrated travelers curse, cuss and swear
On bridges and overpasses icy conditions
Blackening every commuter's disposition
Travel advisories constantly warn of the worst
For those on the road in this accursed cloudburst
Oh, that I'd been created as a great big black bear
~ So I could tune all this out -- fast asleep in my lair
Categories:
forecast, anger, snow, storm, stress,
Form:
Couplet
Take a seat, while I tell you my forecast-
This past year has been an emotional storm,
but the twisting cyclone is gone at last.
I predict now only a gentle rainstorm;
so, I am setting sail for my true north,
and my days will be sunny with misty clouds;
and the wind will be at my back henceforth.
I see calm days not the thunder of crowds.
Should a cold front or heat wave block my way,
I will stand up tall and weather it all;
When caught in a blizzard I will rest my soul,
I will always find that sliver of a sun ray.
But, I pray for only raindrops to fall,
and warm tranquility is my only goal.
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January 6, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/'Weather Forecast'
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9805-51-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Weather Forecast, 2018
sponsor, Viv Wigley
Third Place
Categories:
forecast, new year,
Form:
Rhyme
I heard them in the news today counting
Down the hours
That ignore in sterile rooms
The fresh outpouring of flowers
On the eyes, like songs
From trees laddling
Into pots of fragrant
Desire.
Do think that God must wait
Upon their measurement
Of time
Into old teacups and calendars
So small
A trout would lose
Its life in it?
When spring was at their gate
I already had her
In bed all night
A hundred hours ago
When you saw
The flowers
Brush aside the snow
And burst
Into the arms
Of old lovers.
Let there be
No weather forecast
For my love
But let it ever rush
Upon me
Like the surprise
Of morning
Water on the skin
Full with the pranks
Of spring.
Categories:
forecast, natureold, old,
Form:
Free verse
Folks wait with bated breath 'cross the nation,
For Phil's insightful prognostication.
What will his prediction be?
We will have to wait and see,
After Phil wakes from his hibernation!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
(Not for contest)
Categories:
forecast, humorous, weather,
Form:
Limerick
It is now ten minutes past noon,
So, I can wish you a good afternoon,
The clouds are gracefully displaying,
Whatever an artist imagines,
But my production manager is glaring,
Say your bit quick he mouths me,
Cheekily I replied, ‘let me be’,
I take a deep breath, and the sun
Peeps from underneath,
Playing hide and seek, having fun,
Oh, I see a cloud shape of a bunny,
That really looks funny,
Don’t forget to take your wellies,
For rain will certainly pour
At approximately three, maybe four.
Splash through every puddle,
Don’t forget to cuddle huddle,
Fun is in the air, a chilly Easterly
Actually no Westerly,
Breeze will later bring wild winds
Tell your mummy or daddy to pull
Down your window blinds,
Pack a warm jersey as well,
You can never tell ,
What will be the weather,
How ‘bout we get together,
Where are you going for tea,
Would you not rather join me.
Phones began ringing
I’m suddenly thinking,
Things look very busy on my TV
Slot, parents congratulating me,
Children stop homework
To listen and see,
My weather forecast,
Golly, a hurricane has just passed,
Aren’t we lucky,
High five and pinkie three,
I got transferred to kiddies TV
Where I’d much rather be!
Contest Entry: "You're a Weather Forecaster"
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
Date; 2022/03/21
Categories:
forecast, weather,
Form:
Free verse
Six minutes to six. I’m ready for tea,
The forecast for shipping – what is in store ?
My chair is a vessel far out on the sea,
Rain, moderate or good, occasion’ly poor.
There’s warning of gales in areas all,
The Low in the Faeroes promises more,
South-easterly, storm force, tending to squall,
Rain, moderate or good, occasion’ly poor.
Home by the fireside no sailor am I,
But share in the ritual, listen in awe,
Watch the storm brewing and see the clouds fly,
Rain, moderate or good, occasion’ly poor.
Fisher, Tyne, Dogger and Forth, German Bight,
Deepening depression and gales by the score
In Plymouth and Portland, Dover and Wight,
Rain, moderate or good, occasion’ly poor.
Not easy to concentrate, riding the swell –
Turn up the volume against the wind’s roar,
The man from the ‘Beeb’ has conjured up hell !
Rain, moderate or good, occasion’ly poor.
Categories:
forecast, sea, weather, wind,
Form:
Verse
Today Mount Benson is covered in snow.
Down here, below, we have none.
It's a sign of Winter, this we know,
in spite of today's bright sun.
We look to the mountain for a sign
of what to expect, too soon.
Even though, today, the weather is fine,
tomorrow we'll sing Winter's tune.
If the snow is at the halfway mark
we really have nothing to fear
but when the whole mountain is white, not dark,
our turn for a snowfall is near.
The mountain is our weathervane, true,
and here comes a snowflake, as if on cue.
24/11/2015
Categories:
forecast, mountains, weather, winter,
Form:
Sonnet
I pored over my weather maps contriving a prognostication,
Of the weather forecast for the consumption of the British population.
It comprised all the towns, villages and shires from A to Zed,
To include the burgs of Wookey Hole, Wyre Piddle and Guys Head!
The towns of Crazies Hill and Cuckoo's Nest could expect clear skies,
Nasty, Mucking and Mousehole were included in this surmise.
Rain bode for Scrooby, Spital, Tiptoe and Brian's Puddle,
Ugley, Ramsbottom, Fitchfield and the village of Affpuddle.
Hail would visit the towns of Piddlehinton, Diddlebury and Pill,
Sots Hole, Inkpen, Birdlip, Scagglethorpe and Toot Hill.
I warned Catbrain, Clock Face and Daffy Green to expect sleet.
That also included Giggleswick, Kibblesworth and Cackle Street.
Broadbottom, Muggleswick and Barking were to be aware of fog,
As well as Yelling, Wigglesworth, Slaggyford and Black Dog.
Scattered clouds were billed for Crackpot, Beer and Fairy Cross,
And for the areas of Fugglestone, Great Snoring and Balls Dross.
Beanacre, Fatfield, Wham and Jump could expect some light snow.
Raging gales I predicted for Lickey End and Harrowbarrow.
Conditions change in minutes in High Brooms and Frog Pool.
I dare not divine weather for those blokes, 'cause I'm nobody's fool!
Categories:
forecast, funny, weather,
Form:
Rhyme
The cold has returned
With sun unconcerned
The flurries arrive
To hamper our drive
The weekend’s a mess
With snow and ice I guess
Winter is still here
Will Spring ever appear?
Categories:
forecast, weather, winter,
Form:
Rhyme
dark clouds overhead
with heavy rain unending…
the sea is claiming all
dark in the morning
foretells the rainstorm coming….
sojourner take care
spring rains bring flowers
dark rains of winter bring floods….
downed lines and blackouts
For Dark Rain contest won 3rd
Categories:
forecast, naturerain, rain,
Form:
Haiku
Finishing up the last notes from my work day, I’m really late,
Looking out my window, my drive tonight, I’m going to hate.
I grab my briefcase and walk to my car, on a sheet of ice.
Slipping and sliding left and right, this is not going to be nice.
Takes twenty minutes to clear the snow from my car window,
If I can hardly move, how will my car drive, I just don’t know.
Hitting the windshield, the snowflakes are big, puffy and white,
They fly at you almost hypnotizing, you completely lose sight.
Once you reach country roads the white knuckles truly begin,
If you can keep between the hydro poles, you may just win.
Hold on tight, keep your wheel straight, put your lights on low,
Pray your defrost keeps working as you make through the snow.
A blanket of whiteness envelopes you, no sounds or lights to see,
Alone in this blizzard, you drive, terrifying, yet a strange tranquility.
Once home, after a good night’s sleep, you arise from bed at seven,
Trees iced in froth, the ground painted white, looks a bit like heaven.
Sun comes up, temperatures rise and once again green appears,
Nature makes the world safe again, slowly melts away your fears.
To think that I could have easily been killed driving home last night,
You consider the beauty of country living and soon forget the fright.
Written September 9, 2012
For Joy Wellington’s contest
“Weather Forecast”
Categories:
forecast, nature, seasons, car,
Form:
Couplet