Best Weather 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
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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
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
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
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
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
THE WEATHER? DON’T ASK ME
There won’t be a cloud in the sky today,
But don’t get too complacent.
The weather’s coming from the north
And storm clouds are adjacent.
My job used to be simple,
The seasons were well defined.
But, due to global warming,
I’m feeling undermined.
Why, with November upon us,
Are the leaves still attached to the trees?
What’s happened to Crosby’s White Christmas,
Now the temperature’s twenty degrees?
I went to the beach, back in August,
Prepared to sun bathe for the day.
I hired a deckchair and a sunshade
But a hurricane blew them away.
We are using too many fossil fuels.
The ozone layer’s parting.
While every day, across the world,
Ten billion cows are farting.
So, if you want a forecast
Of what the weather will do,
It’s really no good asking me.
I’m afraid I haven’t a clue.
31st March 2022
You're a Weather Forecaster poetry contest
Sponsor - Matt Calari
As the winter drifts with the northern wind
Some high latitude areas of north hemisphere
Will be in the clasp of sporadic snowstorms
Others will be mantled with dense opaque frost
Longing to feel the reviving warmth of the sun
People need to bear the chill for a fortnight.
After winter haze clears the weather will change
The spring will arrive floating in the crispy air
With the radiance of cerulean sky crystal clear
And with amiable ambiance of temperate days
Not to last long for the temperature will increase
At the onset of scorching summer of discontent.
With active El Niño the prospect of rains is favorable
The southern wind will spread moisture laden cloud
Overcast monsoon sky in some areas may fall asunder
After unpredictable cloud bursts one after another
Cyclones and tropical storms will spin on trade winds
Wreak havoc in low-lying areas with frequent floods.
The nimbus clouds will waft away clearing the sky
Low atmospheric disturbances will slowly subside
As awaited autumn will arrive with nip in the air
Occasional gusty winds at the advent of the fall
Will blow away wilted leaves from shedding trees
Make way for the freezing footfall of another winter.
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March 10, 2022
Contest : You're A Weather Forecaster
Sponsored by : Matt Caliri
WEATHER FORECASTER
Are the drastic weather events,
due to climate extreme?
Devastating west coast wildfires,
the worst … we’ve ever seen!
Weather forecasting’s chaotic,
the nature of the beast.
The incomplete understanding,
winds from west … then the east.
Preparing forecasts, issuing
alerts, and storm alarms.
Warnings in towns are not the same,
on country rural … farms.
Killing tornadoes, flash floods, storms,
causing such deadly harm.
Hazardous conditions, why send
alerts … and loud alarms
Weather forecasting’s chaotic,
stressful as it can be.
Glad you're not a stressed forecaster,
and certainly … not me
April 3, 2022 copyright
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Contest sponsor: Matt Calini
Require the rain to reign in raising the grain.
While the umbrellas are up, don't strain.
We must persevere in the face of weather
That doesn't imply if it's freezing or hot.
And it wouldn't infer if we like it or not.
Drops of downpour landed on my brow.
There was no shade, I had some of it on the bough.
Mists are becoming thicker and more obtrusive.
Rain is dropping quickly as the mud gets slicker.
I made plans to manage with what I bore thicker.
My palm was firmly gripped by a moist duvet.
My hair is damp and sodden, and I start to sweat.
I made every effort to tuck my head.
I ran as quickly as I imagined I would.
Regardless, ignoring the previous hood.
I was urged to the floor and fell wholly over.
I accept that is all I'm persuading the sober.
without having planned ahead of time.
that was anticipated and came to pass.
If there's nothing visible, assay to bear a brass.
Written: March 15, 2022
You're a Weather Forecaster Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
(Weather Forecaster Threnody)
I know, I know, I’ve compromised
My high repute, to my demise.
I have been trashed and penalized
When forecasts don’t materialize.
You have put me down all along,
But am I not more right than wrong?!
That freezing rain followed by sleet,
Humidity with scorching heat.
Storms, floods, high winds, rain and what not...
Stayed safely in? Now you forgot?
I truly try so very hard
To warn and give you a head start.
Please be so kind, give me some slack
When weather whims blow out of whack.
But if you defy my patterns,
Brace yourself and see what happens!
March 7, 2022
One day, a bird will fly…..
One day, a bird soaring high in the sky, will be, she, in possibility
Never to return in a neverland sky, decisive in nominative totality
One day, a bird soaring high in the sky, will be, she, in possibility
Never to return about a neverland sky, decisive in nominative totality
One day…
The mountaintop, these dense clouds , layers of piling such, and so
A sandstorm, heartbroken saga, will not be a weather forecaster to go
In evocating high,a paraphrasing try,will fall, no more than brimming
Underneath a sky, for none, too aboriginal a humming
One day, a bird will fly…..
One day, a bird soaring high in the sky, will be, she, in possibility
One day…
A flute, fading slow, out there, with an absent delight, daylight! None!
None knew why,whence none could try to find a parable, a hymn, uncomparable!
A nomadic try will never end in a dead end to bolt, wondering in zero, her lame!
Herlem , once in Jerusalem!
One day, a bird will fly…..
One day, a bird soaring high in the sky, will be, she, in possibility
Never to return about a neverland sky, decisive in nominative totality
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