Best Low Pressure 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
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.
Down by the sea amid the frolic and glee
If the sky's blue, you're feeling the breeze
Adore, savor, relish; hear the wind's sigh
Because the atmospheric pressure's high.
On your farm, and all around the town
Calm air, no storms, no need to frown
Dance, bounce, spin, twiddle, twirl in joy
Because the atmospheric pressure's high.
Up in the clouds, near mountain tops
Heart's feeling fog as oxygen drops
Clouds will glow, storms will blow
Because the atmospheric pressure's low.
In high altitudes where the airplanes fly
Lower temperatures will roam the sky
In airplane's cabin the air's full of woe
Because the atmospheric pressure's low.
High or low pressure, stormy or a blue sky
Rest easy knowing laws of nature apply
Sun will shine after the rains are gone
A weary night will bring a cheery dawn.
Placed 3rd
August 10, 2017
Atmospheric Pressure--Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
Placed 3rd: Strand select U poetry contest by Brian Strand
Present turbulence
Occupying the skies
Like a madman's insolence
In pursuing his demise
Until his madness is silenced.
Electric atmosphere
Burdened by constant charges
Desperately seeking release
But peace remains at large
For our fears have yet to cease.
The heavens overcome by strife
Incurred by a low pressure
Keeping our spirits in restless plight
Thinking there is no answer
But the constant echo of repeating trials.
However around the corner
The sky will clear once again
For the sun once more will conquer
After the clouds have reached their aim
And discharge their load in showers.
Knowing such constance
Allows the heart not to fail
Under the pressure of turbulence
For strong its beating remains
Faith the key to its endurance.
A better atmosphere
Is always around the corner
Our fears come to cease
Unless we lose sight of the future
The time of peace will come to be.
By CarolineCécile, June 6, 2009.
I’m happiest when the weather
is gloomy and threatening rain.
Its tendency, this low pressure,
forces most people to remain
inside comfortable houses.
Outside becomes much quieter
assuming a shushed quietus
that wouldn’t normally occur
if the day were a sunny one;
so I pray that this low holds fast
concealing the intrusive sun
behind the looming overcast
while I revel in its stillness
and its lugubrious bleakness.
The summer sky suddenly turned into a zealous stadium.
Sun like a raging bull inside the ring of fuming helium,
full on fire with flaring flames coming out of its nostril.
Fidgeting in the middle with flickering rays like horns, until --
A set of dark clouds like toreros entered the bull’s realm.
The annoyed sun took a charge towards the cloud with helm.
The one who was waving the cape of shadow from the front
had to bear the stroke of a light beam, the attack’s brunt.
Soon the stormy winds like picadors riding on the horses
came in with their piercing lances full of dust with force.
A powerful thrust by the stormy winds exhausted the sun.
Diminished spark, broken light but the bull was not yet done.
Silver lining could be seen dispersing from the sun’s core.
The bull was ready to score but weakened with gore.
Came in the murk suited in shades of gloom like banderilleros
and made a fierce attack on sun with heavy rain like banderillas.
The thwarted struggling bull faced severe brutality in serial,
making its way through the overgrown dark doom so surreal.
By then, a bold entry made by the zapping thunderous matador
with a flashing lightning bolt like sword, struck hard the sun’s core.
Oozing out the dark crimson blood smeared all over the sky.
Dying symbol of positivity shattered my heart and made me cry.
Either its a battle or a sport like this ends with loss and gain.
Spare me the horror...I don’t want to experience it again.
08/16/2016
Note : For the contest (Wordscapes) by John Hamilton.
*Placed Third*
In this poem, a thunderstorm caused by low pressure in summertime especially in tropical regions resulting in the battle between sun and storm is described as bull fighting sport scene. Excuse me for putting in a few Spanish terms.
The wayward winds, caress the trees,
Branches sway as their leaves catch the breeze.
A storm is coming as black clouds draw near,
The gentle raw of thunder, in the distance we do hear.
Low pressure comes at first and the air seems so clear,
But soon the clouds of gloom, upon us I do fear.
Blocking out the sunlight, in shadow if you please,
Thunder will draw closer and lightening shall then seize.
A rumble then a silent flash, as war breaks out in the sky,
An eerie silence fills the air and our imagination will then fly,
For some this truly is, the apocalypse… judgment day,
But to others, a fresh beginning, they want to go out and play.
Glorious and majestically, lightning strikes again,
If only for a split second, it illuminates our plain.
Thunders rumble clears our heads to let our thoughts just go,
Lightning’s flash sooths our souls if we allow it so.
Soon the air pressure rises and clouds begin to dispel,
Rumbles from the thunder, to the lightening they must have fell,
Birds sing their song, rejoice that the battles done,
We are still standing, another day to have some fun.
But somewhere in the distance, a victim has been claimed,
Natures mighty oak tree, on the woodland floor lays maimed.
Food now for the Mites, ants and woodland lice,
They hollow out its trunk which doesn’t sound too nice.
But in doing so is formed, wood dust to feed the soil,
And the whole they leave to another animal will be a welcome spoil.
A place to shelter, have a home and feed upon the insects,
Have its young, and have some fun, life is so complex.
The oak that fell still had a spell, the acorns upon its branches,
From the spot they touched upon the floor, with only one or two chances,
A few will root and up they shoot a few oaks where once there was one.
So life did thrive and more arrived, nature revived the one that was gone.
What makes us sluggish, unable to get moving
It's something to do with low pressure
Known to cause problems in migraine sufferers
Unavoidable, can't change the weather
Happily I can say I'm not one of those sufferers
But I sure can sympathize, my friends
Other than a few minor muscle aches and pains
With this ailment I don't have to contend
Throughout my life I've been free of major ailments
My ten fingers and ten toes are all crossed
Whatever's ahead I'll have a hard time accepting
Must be brave and strong at all costs
It's never been a topic we like to discuss
When we're young and our life's on a roll
But lately the subject's been foremost on my mind
Guess my age is finally taking it's toll
As the old saying goes, “what will be will be”
The time frame is not usually up to us
Unless we determine we can't take it any more
And decide we've had quite enough
I don't recommend taking the cowards way out
Hang in there and see the thing through
Perhaps Nicole Kidman wants to feel your body
And show you her hidden tattoo!!!
© Jack Ellison 2015
I’m ready for
Tic Tac Toe
Cause I got
my own rhymes to show
Watch me shine
My X’s are always in a row
Can you feel the room react
as it feels my glow
The Tickity Tac Tac
Clackity Clack Clack
Ricky Rhyme Time Show
My measures
don’t need tethers
I’m the man
for any kinda weather
High or low pressure
I’m a national treasure
No cold front here
Just sunshine and pleasure
No need for a sweater
Cause Baby
you rock that leather
You can’t stop
Fast and Furious
I’m the White Tornado
Bright enough for New York City
Cool enough to cruise Colorado
Driving my tricked out Eldorado
Others can brag
I show and tell
My musical bravado
Now it seems Trim the Trimmer
Has served me up for dinner
His words more potent
Than 100 proof liquor
They percolate and simmer
Rhyming sub-textually
Flowing quicker and quicker
Always the right mixture
So as his Rhymes grow brighter
Mine grow dimmer
Time to throw down the mike
and declare Trim the Trimmer
the Tic Tac Toe Award Winner.
Ricky Rhyme Time Rides again
Dedicated to The Rhyme Master Trim.
Just having a bit of fun playing in his sand box.
Inspired by Nick Trim’s “Trim Trimmer Chicken Dinner Winner”.
Atmosphere stratified over billions of years
Envelopes the Earth with protective layers
Saves the life from damaging solar radiation
Controls the climate and its spatial variation
Burns meteorites or asteroids on their course
So the Earth doesn’t become another Mars.
Mountain peaks pierce invisible atmosphere
Air pressure becomes less and less up there
Clouds surge sink slow in low-pressure trough
Descend as rain and snow with winds rough
The air becomes thin with oxygen depletion
Climber’s heart struggles albeit in jubilation.
Let life lying low become the mountain high
Rise over dreary atmosphere to touch the sky
Reach the stratum where the pressure is low
You will unburden life leaving the load below
Ecstasy clouds would enter mind at elevation
Melt in your heart as rain of blissful exaltation.
August 25, 2017
Atmosphere stratified over billions of years
Envelopes the Earth with protective layers
Saves lives from harmful cosmic radiation
Controls the climate and weather variation
Burns meteorites before they become curse
So the Earth doesn’t turn into another Mars.
Mountain peaks pierce invisible atmosphere
Air pressure decreases up the gradient there
Breathlessness sets in with oxygen depletion
Climber’s heart struggles albeit in jubilation
Clouds spiral in cyclonic low-pressure trough
Pour as rain and snow swept by winds rough.
Let the depressed life climb the mountain high
Rise over dreary atmosphere to touch the sky
Reach euphoria stratum where pressure is low
Enliven weathered life leaving the agony below
Ecstasy clouds will suffuse the mind at elevation
Drizzle in your soul as the shower of exaltation.
December 30, 2021
Contest : Weather
Sponsor : Angela Tune
I tried to tell you once before
but there are never enough words
and so many ways to show you the cause
but you prefer to sleep with nightmares
don’t ya
I walked with you
through freezing corridors
your feelings lurking behind
all it’s revolving doors
but you choose to see the darkness
didn’t ya
And all the sorrow you see in life
depressed for all the reasons why
thinking no one knows
the puzzle of the pain inside ya
Solitary you weep with frozen rain
icicles pities self devotion
your heart so battered
it may refuse to beat again
and the landslide calling you to the end
has you staggering in all the rubble of emotion
bruised and cut by the broken mirrors of isolation
aren’t ya
I tried to show you so many times before
the agony seeping slowly into your core
is no singular malady
the great depression inside humanity
when humanity is the enemy
suffer all in equal shades
of their spirits tyranny
But you prefer not to see
and all alone prefer to be
with your Prozac excuses of dependency
don’t ya
and the world must live with your hammer of despair
all the demurred and neglects of all our feelings
the litany never to discover the why or where
something none of us can compare
to the broken alienation of all our meaning
And now life is something we cannot share
and life is for only those who dare
to pick the prospect of wealth
to earn themselves a living
yes forget the potential of your dreams
purchase the cure
for all our sufferings
the low pressure point is something you prefer
walking the freezing corridors
the driven disaster and all its cause
chattering teeth on your bone as it gnaws
all its way through ya
The great depression of humanity
when all of us are the enemy
still you prefer to be alone in purgatory
don’t ya.
(windstorm)
low pressure on sea
clouds sucked in...
windstorm swirls moisture
(blind eye)
hurricane seeks shore
eye follows blindly the track…
life’s rhythm battered
___________________
October 18, 2021
Contest : Lune (Mixed Pair)
Sponsor : William Kakaula
Brian Strand Contest A Strand (1060)
When the pressure in the atmosphere gets low,
I take in a breath deep and let it out slow,
My inbuilt barometer begins to work,
The pain in my ear surfaces with a smirk;
It is going to rain, my forecast is clear,
The drums have announced it loud, played by my ear,
Ouch! This low pressure is sure making me pay,
Keep the cotton ready, plug him out, I say;
I drink some water, grit my teeth and bear it,
It will take some time, but I shall soon be fit,
When the pressure in the atmosphere goes high,
My ear pain will be forgotten by and by.
08/29/17
(11 syllables per line)
No doubt an Eskimo as fabulous breeze
feeling in their element with style, elan
while snacking on crackers and cheese
this spate of bitter cold doth not seem to ease
as Arctic air blast (oh riff you prefer Polar Vortex)
submerged much of the nation
in what feels like absolute zero,
and no matter the appellation,
the outdoors analogous to being in a deep freeze
brings state of emergency (designated as Code Blue
from drain on bare necessities sans:
energy, food, general habiliments
unable to traverse frozen waterways
obstructing tankers access
to key shipyards, thus imposing
engines of society (Mother Nature decreed
harshly lashed pact with ole man winter)
asper bitter cold temperatures
gripping sizable chunk of United States,
where one step outside induces chattering class
to shiver from hypothermia,
and scant number of minutes will witness rigor mortis
evinced by knocked knees
whereat authoritative figures strongly advise
(nee require) every person to stay home
lest (if heedless) within seconds
their body electric will seize
from unseen large area of low pressure
and cold air surrounds both of Earth's poles
chastising anyone foolish enough
to risk life or limb, thus take a page
from hibernating bears playbook,
and stay under warm covers
collecting countless z's!