Best Weathering Poems

A storm is brewing, dark clouds advancing in
While tears roll down an embattled face
Betraying the tortured scars within
Each tear falls entwined in rains embrace.

He knows the hardships aren’t over
Soon colour will drown out scorched dust
Time must elapse before forage and clover
Further rain to beat this...

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Shock hits my heart like a bolt of lightning.
Then the tears fall, heavy rain from the storm cloud above my head.

The same questions; Why? Why? Why?
Guilt hits me, stinging my skin like hailstones.

Then anger comes. Like a tornado. I am engulfed inside this rotating column...

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there is a storm deep in me
          skies turn dark within my mind
a raging tsunami begging to be free
          clouds obscure the truth to find
tidal waves crashing...

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In the eye of the storm I hover,
daring not move close to the edge.
My comfort zone moves with the core,
waning, wafting through life situations.

My brain aches as I weave the syntax.
Laughing at the storm of my design.
A wife, a child, a lover, a problem,
the perfect...

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WEATHERING THE WINTER OF OUR DISCONTENT

 In this, the death prone winter of our discontent,
the world lay languishing from mitotic chaos
and malignant uncertainty---spreading a pandemic
cancer of destruction over the body of our moral humanity.

Infected rebirth cells of ancient crusade history
scatter world wide---blown like dry leaves
in...

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HOPE WEATHERING THE TRYING TIMES 

In the winter solstice
Of struggle,
Nets of justice and equality
Lay rotting in the inclement trying times;
Yet hope prevails.
Out of the circadian celestial revolution
Of nature’s chiming seasons,
The healing Sun will rise 
To resurrect the fallen leaves of change
And melt away
The freezing snows...

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Winter chilling tribulations cannot be denied;
Nor can determination and hope that abides.
Pandemic trials and tribulations have their time,
So do the loving spiritual supports that are mine. 

Though many are filled with grief in their fate,
I maintain loving trust in my ever-promised faith.
And though pandemonium and...

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The sun doesn’t shine
All the time
As sad as it may sound

Sometimes the dark
Swallows the light
Where nothing can be found

We feel our way
Through the night
Attempting to hold on

Getting a grip 
So we can rise
Weathering the storm...

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In the midst of the fog of life
we now find ourselves, we often
conclude that we came into this world
with nothing and will leave it likewise—
 in doing so, we miss realizing that we
came into this world blessed with love.

Thus, often is the nature of our...

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After strong showers
Wilting like precious hours 
Fresh cut wild flowers

By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX...

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The weathered nest swayed 
in tree top 
battered by the wind 






[ Poet' View: The lune is an American form of poetry similar to the haiku. It has thirteen 
syllables; there are two variations it can be written in the format of 3/5/3 or 5/3/5...

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Weathering the Storm

The sun shines so bright
Warming me with its light
The storm has past me by
Showing its might 
I found shelter from the storm
In advice that was so right
Bend with the storm and live life
Fore, there will be other storms to weather and days of...

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Mirth and pomp on high
Birds your soaring anthem bly
Angelic discourse; rapturous lullaby
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky

Sappy clouds bleed your snowy dye
Bleach the evil plume that dark spirits ply
With your balmy cloak enshroud every evil spy
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky

Fiery...

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for Jim*

Equinox is past, yet the wind
blows cold. From a veranda swing

he watches pansies, daisies, snapdragons
color-up his garden; Smoky Mountains

so far distant he cannot see. He hears
the eastbound train echo warning. Rain

tomorrow.


*My late husband was born in the hills of North Carolina. Among his people...

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In this, the death-prone winter of our discontent,
the world lay languishing from mitotic chaos
and malignant uncertainty---spreading a pandemic
cancer of destruction over the body of our moral humanity.

Infected rebirth cells of ancient crusade history
scatter world wide---blown like dry leaves
in chilling winds of cold war seasons.

Here, in...

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