Forecast Poems - Poems about Forecast

He breezed in after a whirlwind tour of the local pubs. Feeling muggy, he drifted up the stairs like a silent mist, but was greeted with an isobar across the back of the head. An icy stare froze him to the spot, followed by a maelstrom of words that bounced off the walls, pounding him like giant...

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When you row with vibes, You tend to lose more value... Outside some notable tribes, That always pressure to argue. When you seek attention off reason, You could definitely lose affection... Without reckoning title or season, That holds no clear motive to suspension. When you appear to attract, Probability stakes no idea to stand... You would defend to subtract, While you fail to flow as...

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Since when did governors offer advice on the NBA draft, teams just roll the dice Josh Shapiro told ‘his team’ Ace Bailey’s low self-esteem ...

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Gloomy Forecast leafless deciduous tree branches in Fall—signal Winter’s approach...

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Are clouds dark because the son is bright ~ or are they so in their own right...

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Storm Beginning tomorrow Blizzard in Northeast It whispers slow down Hibernate ...

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when we will forecast which vote we will have to caste from the first to last...

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They left as they came silent, unseen ~ pundits’ forecasts sucked ...

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What would it be like if you lived in paradise, what would it like if you didn’t have to work for the rest of your life? What would it be like if you could travel the world on a speed boat and have breakfast in a luxury car between the stars? The moon would watch...

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All lost dreams blew in from the past A lonely life was the old forecast No longer lonesome now having a blast....

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I want to cover memories with you, transform my view change the past; Look back and see something new Everything is magic that we do, moments seem to go by so fast; I want to cover memories with you; By and by fresh thoughts accrue wiping away old ghosts at last; Look back and see something new! The next trip loaded...

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Twenty kilometers out from shore. The day was magnificent, seagulls galore. To fill our pails, we were wishing, It was to be a leisurely day of fishing. The weather forecast was never right. It reported gale force winds in sight. It took some convincing to bother to look. Always wrong so the chance we took. The fishing proved to be unreal....

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Mark’s bold forecasts were greeted with doubt One of his hearers braving “Get out!” Not just saying it: An exploded shout! He’d seen, Mark with a bottle of stout, A celebrant’s gulp and a drunk’s pout… “Drunkard, no plant does well in harsh drought, Just as no laborer with a gout.” But - God! - What force had made him come out! Hunger...

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An inkling came to me, as I mused nature’s law, of affairs meant to be. It was His face I saw in every living thing as I mused nature’s law. A never ending string of divine sight and sound in every living thing. Mortal senses did abound emerging from inklings of divine sight and sound. Ethereal twinklings of life everlasting emerging from inklings. Nature’s tone forecasting, an inkling came...

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What is on the news today All the things they say People lost and crying. Tears are no longer drying The forecast is calling for pain What you grab is what you gain Who is winning who has lost All hearts have turned to frost People fighting in the street Looters adding to the heat Times are getting bad People are...

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