Best Weathers Poems
Be yourself
You are unique
No less than others
Life is always yours
You are the ultimate
You are your best friend
Feel the friendship
Others may be good
Sailing in their own boat
They do not escort till the end
Weathers change
The fall is not forever
Bloom will return
Life will blossom
There is lot more for you
Events come and go
Circumstances change
Those who lost the battle
Have ruled for centuries
Go through the history
Continue flying
Sky has many treasures
Discovery is yours
Darkness is not forever
Brightness will come
Life is like ocean waves
They strike the coast and collapse
But, rise and travel again
Know your strength
Do not abandon your pursuit
A love that has weathered wild storms
And you this fierce passion contained
Tender, deeper than lust ingrained
An opened sonnet of life transforms
A tapestry still on an open loom
Unfinished here upon this earth
Those golden years, a story of mirth
Their roots deep, fragrant flowers bloom
Two hearts somehow in rapport
Good character, a crown they share
With every gesture and each care
Maybe their overflow will pour
The mountain stands, so tall and grand,
A silent vigil, on the land;
It does not claim the skies above,
Nor drives away the birds of love;
It weathers storms, invites the breeze,
And hosts creatures beneath its trees.
wether to weather stormy weathers,
crucial to any understandings.
dire to decision,
more like a feeling never mentioned.
heavy to the struggle;
when the weight of the world is on your shoulder,
rise above the storm,
rise above the norm.
critical to the lifestyles,
hard to choose where to begin.
to wait till' the sun shines,
not waiting for the tears to rain.
so many unaware;
the choice you have to make,
the effect it has on you and everybody.
to stress getting through,
to make the right changes.
better to mve on,
don't linger on the problem.
not to get undertow by the trials and tribulations.
The black clad arm scaled the old concrete wall,
over the top, down the other side
With friends in tow, I stopped to rest,
leaning still against the six foot structure
As a boy of eight, I frequented the alleys and
hidden passageways of the city
Just then, spindling fingers struggled to reach, to grasp
They were reaching for me!
Now just inches from my head
Only the gaping mouths of my friends, frozen in terror,
alerted me to the danger
I looked up to see a wrinkled hand
Just a hand and an arm in a tight black knit sweater
almost touching my hat
Racing hearts fueled a speedy escape
But this was close, way too close
We had been warned about Miss Weathers
Old lady Weathers
Neighborhood lore
She cuts up little boys and puts them in pickle jars
Don’t ever go near, never accept an invitation inside
You’ll never come out
How could I not have realized whose house
that concrete fence belonged to
That mistake was never made again
We didn't tell anyone what had happened that day
but we knew the stories were true
I’ll never forget Miss Weathers
and how I almost ended up in her pantry
No less cold, nor less hot
And yet, in my day
What had induced, more so
Outward facing joy.
Dragged off from did annoy
As deflect away.
Nothing can thwart a child!
True now. Truer then!
And let me now tell you
Of such a self will.
Air froze, air fused, and still
A door flew open.
Sun lies inside You
Let it rise
You are divine
You are His image
In the shape of human
Rain and drought
Autumn and bloom
Joy and sorrow
Success and failure
All is one
See the flowers
They bloom and fade
Days come and go
Whether change
But they never whine
Nothing stays
Moments are destination
Let them unfold
Live in them
There is nothing beyond
From the forbidden fruit
To the blooming world
The journey is yours
You are all
Be yourself