Best Weathered Poems

The weathered years pass with silent restraint
Leave an impression of time standing still
I have counted sunsets without complaint
Life washes over me testing my will
I've crossed boundaries of unimportance
Found wisdom at the rusty gates of age
I've laughed on the dark stage of circumstance
And know life's curtain...

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I think of storms I've weathered, and I smile
for those who've sought to break my heart and gain
the pleasure of defaming me with guile
now know the truth: their efforts were in vain

the thunder of their words died down in time
as did the insults hurled against...

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Diminished by age, a weathered existence limps
Crutching dimmed vision and impaired limbs,
Much wiser that before, it speaks wisdom words
Entertaining grandkids in stories that enlighten,

Wishing the time to destiny would stop rushing
Reminiscing adoringly in yesteryears’ springs
As exuberance of yore in travails of life recedes,

Recalling seasons pristine,...

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Tethered, Weathered and Feathered


Whom is that man who got tethered?
Looks like he is overly well weathered
Oh my, he really, really got feathered.

Written: July 17, 2015
Theresa Marie W-C...

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The wonder of your smile is always there,
   just like you gave me on that special day,
      when first I saw you on my front porch stair-
your smile imprinted in my heart to stay.

Just as in spring and...

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I stand-
gazing     at the weathered    door-
beautiful    the knob is old brass

foliage   dark    and green
protects it

an assemblage of butterflies
lilt and move musically all about
fluttering and it's
lovely

at the weathered door beautiful

and I...

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He Found Clouds That Weathered His Mind

Twelve months ago he caught a train
A train of thought.
At the depot of his mind he got on,
As a stowaway.
All through his life 
He was hitching a ride,
Hitching life,
Hitching nothing.
In tow 
He had nothing to show.
Just seeds of gloom
That...

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Approaching the weathered staircase to climb the porch of this forgotten house, the sunlight streaks through the holes in the roof to highlight the once regal ferns and the overgrown garden. Peering through cracked window of the front door I see the elegant rosette that...

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Two beautiful trees on a hill that died
Two beautiful trees for whom I cried
They weathered the seasons through the years
They stood the test of time
And weathered all the storms just fine
When our life is none
And our time on earth is done
When we have stood the...

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I looked in your eyes today. 
But something told me
If I were brave, I'd look away. 
So I turned my gaze
To the horizon.
Lost myself in the sunset. 
And even though you were there,
Just two feet away,
I saw you in the orange and pink rays. 
The...

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Flutter, flutter my little bird,
Always seen always heard…
Sing; sing with your wounded wing,
All the sweet sounds that you bring…
Joy, joy my tender toy,
Don’t know if you’re a girl or boy…

Fly, fly toward my heart,
For I shall heal you before you part…
Smile, smile and stay awhile,
Before...

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Today I took a walk in memories. 
I’ve visited landmarks of significance. 
We’ve conquered the troubled seas,
We’ve diminished the difference. 
The trees are weathered but strong. 
The water still gently swaying. 
I’ve not been here in so long,
But you’re still here, so I’m staying. 
Could...

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Grandpa’s rustic, once crimson red barn sheltered so much and so many different things
From biting bitter cold, to cyclonic winds, and hard-drenching-down-pouring rains…

Great memories lie heaped, buried in antique red rubble and sifted gray ash
Decaying on open flat grassy plain along with the historic Civil...

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As a flag, left to the ravages of wind and sun,
so too my soul, stands tattered and ravaged.
My visage now a faded memory
of once courageous colors.
My voice no longer crisp, nor upbeat.
But weak and undefined.
No longer do I instill nor evoke,
a sense of power or...

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We talk about the sacred,
places ancient as fire, palaces divine in quagmire,
getting lost in footsteps of artistic archaeology, 
uprooting ghosts in structure's facings,

We want to know why knowledge is forbidden outside the skin
of nourishment's tastings,
pineing for the verbotten dialect of perfect sin,
needing to understand why...

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