Short Weather Beaten Poems

~ a sad, harsh transit ride through the vale of tears - weather-beaten old shoes ~...

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Forsaken,
weather beaten sign,
your tombstone.
Nameless soul,
the Savior knows who you are.
May you rest in peace....

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weather-beaten sign
driven down in dying weeds
forsaken headstone
oh nameless, forgotten soul
the Savior knows who you are...

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He stood on his soapbox in 2008
    Shouted to the world, 'Change can't wait'

  Weather-beaten now, battered by fate
    His successor bloviates ~ too little, too late...

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     His hands, weather-beaten, stained
        adventures buried deep ‘neath veins
     
     Blisters, wounds speak of hard times
        when his pocket lacked a single dime
...

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wings of gossamer  
gently pulsating the air
butterflies in flight


tail of dragonfly
skimming the water's surface
while taking a drink


bark of an old tree
weather-beaten and furrowed
a home for insects...

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Human body, like a town, can be ravaged by time. ~ by  poet

My streets are weather-beaten and desolate 
my sun often flickers and glows but hazy
lone flashing yellow traffic-light is my moon
the Town Square has fallen ruefully apart,
Tell me, how can I take you on a tour of my town?
...

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Though all the ways our paths may roam
The goal of every journeys end
Where calls the heart to hearth and home
Through wending weather beaten bends
The welcomed warmth of hearths embrace
Whose comfort cloaked in threadbare wise
No longer wields the power to chase
The moody rain from autumn skies...

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Tonight 
the nectar will be spread
to tame a random tormentor.

Black and white,
I never saw my father weeping.
Lonely he was.

I am
my own creation today
weather beaten. Confession to –

confession, unread. When the-
storm was tethered,
there was flooding and neck deep-

you were in tears. Am cannibalizing
my own poems, to write a new line.
It was a midnight moon.



Satish Verma...

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Old Rocking Chair

Old and grain bare
Weather beaten
A touch of sadness
Claiming attention just now

Seeming to say
Focus on me..just me
I have been here for years
Noticed and unnoticed

All objects seem assertive
Declaring their independence
Alone in that outer world
With a history and future

Until I Recognize
This fleeting appearance
In the fictitious out there
A wave denying the ocean......

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Windy day
weather beaten
tired
dried out
long grasses
worn
 b r e a k s   away
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b  b  i  g   along
 o  b  n


dusty streets
carried                 away
on distant
journeys
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t i s t n 
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c   o   n   t   o  r   t   i   n   g

(hiding)
{peeping}
'barely noticed'
or #acknowledged

- tumbleweed

16/8/2013...

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hip, hip, hooray! 
at long last,
in a parched desert 
drenched 
by relentless rain,
a moribund, 
weather-beaten wildflower 
resurrects; 
beautifully In bloom;
singing songs 
to visiting birds,
sighing along 
with butterflies and bees,
celestial hosanna.



In Bloom Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Date written: 02/23/23...

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To some fears there's neither rhyme nor reason
  No remedy or cure, nor age or season

A phone (call for a date) can weigh 1,000 pounds
  A weather-beaten house, the haunt of eerie sounds

A request to speak impromptu can the stomach upset
  A severe case of butterflies one can get

Some folks suffer from acrophobia
  Others tremble at visions of agoraphobia

I once asked a Sage what he feared most to see
  He smiled and said, "If God ever stops loving me"...

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Weather tested
     Time worn
     Annoyed because
     It is not yours.

     Seasons change
     Must adjust.
     Pull your weight,
     And didn't trust.

     Kids have needs.
     Goats get cross.
     Toss them "eats",
     Now where's he gone?

     The whole day's spent,
     Then breakfast's on.
     It's what to think
     As the day begins.

        [(Weather beaten
          Mud stained
          Time tested.
          Once again. . .)]...

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O Chanukah, dear
  my problem is clear
You arrived way, way
  too early this year

What's a fellow to do
  your candles all through
Potato latkes all eaten
  dreidels spun, weather-beaten

Still no snow on the ground
  yet to come Christmas sounds
While holiday gifts they are wrapping
  Chanukah's tucked away, napping

Alas and alack, please make up your mind
  never again to fall so far behind
12/25, Chanukah! next year, do you hear
  if you expect me to be of holiday cheer...

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Read my poetry page by page
Lovely beige is the latest rage
Sat on seashore day after day
While dreaming my life away

on back rubbed suntan lotion
Wondering about commotion
while my body had been drying
saw come fish who were flying

When appeared a Canadian clown
In happiness himself he did drown
looked into water and saw a seal
who was seeking another meal.

To America we returned back
After I leaped and hit the sack
Seemed to be weather beaten
By a Canadian had been eaten...

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