Best Forecaster Poems
Good morning ladies and gentlemen,
I'm just looking out my door.
It has been raining through the night,
Looks like we'll get some more.
But don't worry all you gardeners,
The sun will be out soon.
Just as quick as this snow melts,
Your flowers will start to bloom.
The wind will blow away the leaves,
So you can cut your grass.
I am your local weatherman,
A right pain in the ass.
11/march/2022
You're a weather forecaster poetry contest
Sponsored by
Matt caliri
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
Freddy Farkle, fumbling forecaster for Forestville,
friggin' fudged Friday forecast....fair?!
first florid felicitous, falling flurries followed,
froze flowers, foiled!
faraway farmhouse, furrowing farmland,
frigid fanny, furious, frustrated,
frumpy, frazzled!
furry forest friends furnished flannel frock,
finding Freddy's fails funny, frivolity,
fortunately frequent fallible forecasts
found Freddy flying faraway,
fallaciously forecasting for fermented folks!
A man tried to control his wife then he failed.
he tried to control his children then he failed.
he struggles the entire life to find an easy solution,
the problem is lingering on he has a better tuition.
he never tried to control himself that's why he failed.
always stuck in traffic, blames to a finder and derailed,
doesn't believe to check weather forecaster and sailed,
he runs everywhere in all directions to become a boss,
always seeks benefit, doesn't like to hear about loss.
Tempered to walk in snow, heat, rain or hail, he nailed.
he wants to grow, money jokes others, nature is funny.
he finds beauty, love gifts and counts a penny.
reached at home, behaves as wife is for his clean.
Blames children 'spendthrift' smoke and drink is a routine.
First sprinkles of snow
Snowplows loaded with gravel
Schools are closed notices,
My momma takes off from work
Weather forecaster is wrong!
Written October 11, 2022
So. Let's see what's in store for today...
Will the elements function our way?
There'll be plenty of sun
For us all to have fun
Outside wether it's for work or play!
Mountains will form in the sky through the week.
Apologies all. I know it sounds bleak.
There'll be rain, hail and snow
From destructive storm Joe!
Heed warnings, keep up to date, shelter seek.
When Joe travels on overseas,
Beware on the road of felled trees.
Don't panic. Keep calm.
No need for alarm.
Worse things bring down communities.
The weekend looks clearer and bright.
A crisp frost will greet morning light.
But wrap up nice and warm.
Ice will stay on your lawn.
You'll see shooting stars Sunday night.
Quite hectic weather, to summarise.
But dear friends, do keep watching the skies.
I've had such a blast!
Tis my last forecast.
It's time to say all my goodbyes.
Written 8th March 2022
For the "You're A Weather Forecaster poetry contest"
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
World Ends Tomorrow
The World will to end tomorrow,
I know that to be true,
It was written in The Forecaster,
Right at the top of page Two.
Hopefully it happens in the Evening,
Tomorrow’s my busy day,
Dentist appointment, Two-Thirty,
Overdue Gas bill to pay,
Meeting the Bank Manager at Ten,
Overdraft taken a hit.
Go down the Gym before Noon,
Trying hard to get fit.
It’s all rather inconvenient really,
There’s a film I hoped to see,
Called “The End of Days,”
A Special ticket to get me in free.
Perhaps the Paper got it wrong,
I’m crossing my Fingers and Thumbs,
After all you know what they say,
Tomorrow never comes.
Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - I)
Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.
Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting bougainvillea background.
Civil, clever clover chomping, cheap
chipper cool cutthroat clueless clodhopper,
chafed centenary, codifies communication
cryptically, challenging capable, certifiably
cheerful college coed.
Divine dapper daredevil, deft, destitute,
doddering, dorky dude, dummkopf Dagwood
descendent, dagnabbit, demands daring
dedicated doodling, dubious, dynamite,
deaf dwarf, diehard doppelganger, Doctor
Demento double, declaring depraved
daffy dis(pense)able dufus Donald Duck
derailed democracy devastatingly defunct.
Eccentric, edified English exile,
effervescent, elementary, echinoderm
eating egghead, Earthling, excretes,
etches, ejaculates, effortless exceptional
emphatic effluvium enraging eminent,
eschatologically entranced, elongated
elasmobranchii, emerald eyed Ebenezer,
effectively experiments, emulates epochal
eczema epidemic, elevating, escalating,
exaggerating enmity, enduring exhausting
emphysema.
Freed fentanyl fueled, fickle figurative
flippant fiddler, fiendishly filmy, fishy,
fluke, flamboyantly frivolous, fictitious,
felonious, fallacious, fabulously fatalistic,
flabbergasted, fettered, flustered, facile,
faceless, feckless, financially forked,
foregone, forlorn futile fulsome, freckled
feverish, foo fighting, faulty, freezing,
fleeting famously failing forecaster, flubs
"FAKE" fundamental fibber fiat, fabricating
fiery fissile fractured fios faculties.
Good morning, folks...John Doe here
Live- from Channel WXYZ-TV
Bringing you today and tomorrow's weather forecast...
And how the weekend's weather just might be
Saturday morning starts off very nice
Sunny and warm with the high around thirty-one
Mixed with some rain and a possible chance of snow
A good day to go out and have some fun
More sunshine in the early afternoon
With thickening clouds heading our way
A beautiful day for a picnic party, possibly
Or...a boat ride on the bay
The sun returns by mid to late evening...
With a chance of a severe thunderstorm
A wintry mix of sleet and hail- maybe, possibly
Right on key with today's norm
Tomorrow's forecast looks a little better
With a fifty percent chance of weather...
And the low around thirty-one
You just might see a floating feather
Hoping you all have a safe, warm, cool weekend
Enjoy your picnics, or boat rides on the sea
John Doe, here...
Live- from channel WXYZ-TV
'You're A Weather Forecaster' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
3/16/2022
Actually, I am not a good forecaster
And She was not that good forecaster
Audibly none is that perfect worthily
Adducing, we all are artists worthily.
But she did not know well to count
Boldly, to count meteor’s step out.
Bustle, it came and took her wholly
Wholly handing her tickling beauty.
Cruelly, curtained from her bathroom
Carted from bathroom to dead’s room
Crowned, it eternally took her wholly
Wholly handing her tickling beauty.
Definitely, she is an elevated artist
Decorously, a perfect-enough artist
Descent artist to design a post-life.
Wholly she had a tickling beauty.
Educator she did became ever since
Ever since a cursed meteor took her.
Evaporated, she did leave me empty
Empty, fully, without a matriarch.
Gélase Magnificat.
Good morning, folks, welcome to my show.
Come rain or shine, I’ll tell you what you need to know.
Up north it’s raining cats and dogs; even farther up
toward the border there’s brewing a storm in a teacup.
But it will be lightening fast, yes, just a tease.
And after it has passed, everything will be a breeze.
In the central area, they’ll be chasing rainbows.
Not to steal the anchorman's thunder, that’s just how it goes.
Down south, they’ll take a rain check on the rain.
Incidentally, our governor is a weather vane!
My head may be in the clouds, but I predict tomorrow will be fine.
In fact, divine; in every region we’ll be on cloud nine.
March came in like a lamb, so I predict it goes out like a lion.
Tie your things down well; in the wind they may be flyin'.
March 19, 2022
For Matt Caliri's You're A Weather Forecaster Poetry Contest
Petrichor scent from a far off land
Pied cuckoo augurs the monsoon
Placed : 5th
A New Crystalline - Any Theme Poetry Contest
Crystalline poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Syllable count: HS
Date: 05-03-2023
I step up to the green screen
In my tie and 5 piece suit
Here for you on the daily
My predictions absolute!
You can always count on me
To know how to prepare
Waiting for my forecast
So you know just what to wear
I know you might be angry
Because I told you there'd be sun
But how was I supposed to know
That a blizzard had begun?
And maybe there was one time
Where you questioned my potential
But sometimes an inch of rain
Turns out to be torrential
I told you there would be some wind
Before you lost all power
Technically I wasn't wrong
It was just 100 miles per hour
I do my best by mother nature
But she can be quite fickle
Shift your blame over to her
If you're in a weather pickle
So keep your trust in me
and I'll keep you in the know
Even if you end up in shorts
In a cool five feet of snow :)
March 30th,
You're a Weather Forecaster contest, Sponsored by Matt Caliri
For the new year, my weather forecast shows
good outlook for improvement on my front,
'cause models for disturbance have disclosed
the changes in my atmosphere- less blunt.
Precipitation of my built-up tears,
held in by clouds to later fall like rain,
reveals that charts predict revised frontiers;
climatic stats project my drier reign.
My temperatures- stabled to stay fair,
and UV index low to prevent burns.
Statistics show no earthquakes to declare;
flash floods adjusted now show low returns.
Extended-outlook for your year is great;
no storms and brighter rainbows I'll create.
January 6, 2018
Contest: You're A Weather Forecaster
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
An ominous eerie cloud, fear itself
Swept in from the west on bitter cold wind
Layered beneath it a frozen ice shelf
All are doomed--the forecaster subtly grinned.
"Flee to the east, all people who have sinned,
Time to think of nobody--save yourself!"
Those left behind will certainly be pinned
An ominous eerie cloud, fear itself.
Death will come slowly in the frozen shelf
Mothers clutching babies their bodies skinned
A father screaming mercy for himself
Swept in from the west on bitter cold wind.
Animals, too, their blood completely thinned
Are shrieking in horror 'neath freezing pelf
No one to help, everyone left to fend
Layered beneath it a frozen ice shelf.
A homeless man deserted by himself
Attempting with the fleeing crowd to blend
Is ruthlessly shoved behind selfish wealth
All are doomed—the forecaster subtly grinned.
Fleeing parents promising they will send
Help to son left to perish by himself
It will not come, do not expect, my friend,
Armageddon is in the icy shelf
An ominous eerie cloud.
Written April 27, 2021
Exclusively for "A Poem of Horror" Contest
Sponsored by Funom Makama
Using Rondeau Redouble (Modified) by Constance La France
Syllables checked by PS and HMS (There were differences!)