Short Barometer Poems
Short Barometer Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Barometer by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Barometer by length and keyword.
The fish that rots
begins in the head
health of fish
its imminent death
tail not the barometer
tail, not the indicator
but the head that leads
The sun is my barometer.
I'm inherently joyful on all sunny days.
I fly like a butterfly!
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Cristalline turquoise waves crash the rocks
As a barometer of the
Ebullient passion that looms
When the white dressed lady
And the gentleman
Embraced in a
Passionate
Fervid
Clutch
3-21-2016
Fictional
Dry stone walls
And rambling lanes
Fell ponies with six foot manes
Farmers at the market with sheep to sell
Snow in the winter blocking shap fell
Wellies in the kitchen
Straw in the hall
Not forgetting the barometer on the wall.
I hear music. It's quite blusic, whining sax's that won't betray. I hear drumming, guitar's strumming, as my body begins to sway. It's my thermometer, my musical barometer, the pulsating rhythms that begin each day. I hear music. It's quite blusic and I pray that it's here to stay
When you realize it, nothing is funny.
Not every day in the business world is sunny.
Stormy weather comes when the barometer falls.
There can be gale force winds to knock down walls.
For days like this, stash some cash away.
Have money available for a rainy day.
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O' da' Christmas clock is a tickin'
O' and da' weather is now a kickin'
O' barometer in a hot cold form
O' tomorrow da' weather will be warm
O' in case temp-a-choor be reading hot
O' cling 2' a cool hot spot
O' in case temp-a-choor be reading cold
O' cling 2' a hot cool a·bode
O' in case temp-a-choor be reading warm
O' cling 2' a hot cold integrated storm
Each limb holds on by a thread
Tolerance barometer...BOILING RED
Toss, Turn, nightmare becomes reality
Seems like an unrealistic brutality
Impulses in brain
Interrupted by worry
Furry over defeat
They're not even sorry
Nerves like popcorn
Arguments explode
Break out of sight
Much more to this road
Wipe my cheeks
Tear ducks on their knees
My fight far from over
I pray god, help me please...
Pumpkin King; hear you wheeze.
Open lungs as light as leaves.
Oh; Great pumpkin; long-time wait.
Coming closer brings my fate.
Barometer up above my ears.
Hollow ground will add to fears.
Pumpkin patch about my feet.
Will you rise up and bring my treat.
Oh; Great Pumpkin hear my prayers
Bring my candy and hide my terrors.
Fill my pillowcase till it flows
till Halloween - The Great Pumpkin shows.
TIME - PATIENT HUSBAND
Time and tide for no man are stopping
But time can slow fast when she’s shopping
A one-dress day is mighty long
And a two-dress day is even longer
A pair of shoes day is longest of all
Patience for hair and manicure must be strong
For four perfume testers even stronger
New earrings - strongest of all
And my time-field is suffering cropping
As the time-barometer continues dropping
September sun setting low,
Fall in all its golden glow;
Anticyclones hold transient sway
As mist forms ,at the close of day.
Dogwood,jasmine,marram grass
In flower ,as pressure fills the barometer glass;
Evening primrose in scented bloom
Fill Autumn with pungent perfume.
Winter migrants with welcome calls
As the Indian Summer falters,and falls;
Nature's tempo tarries,then slows
As all creation begins to doze.
looking at the crystal ball
maintaining an open mind
so loud the vernacular
of love and ardor
a promise without a word
expectation surreal
passion our barometer
written in the stars
the two of us together
our hands entwined, binding hearts
identifiable beats
in the crystal ball
Written by: Wilma Neels
Contest Name: Crystal ball
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The meteorologist gestures grandly at his map~
meanwhile, my knees whisper
clandestine truths
in Morse code crackles.
The barometer lies, but my hips remember
every coming storm
with impeccable timing,
like a retired sea captain
who still smells salt in the wind.
Seventy years, and the best forecast comes
from vertebrae chiming like wind chimes
in November.
A storm just swept through my mind
Its wind just took me away
The world is about to find
My sanity lost today
Do you hear the thunder roll
It echoes loud with sadness
My life has taken its toll
And all that's left is madness
To conceive a master plan
I wait for the rains to fall
The enemy now of man
I'll be the death of you all
The barometer has dropped
My mind is finally gone
The rain has finally stopped
But the storm still rages on