Short Weather Beaten Poems
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weather-beaten sign
driven down in dying weeds
forsaken headstone
oh nameless, forgotten soul
the Savior knows who you are
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
His hands, weather-beaten, stained
adventures buried deep ‘neath veins
Blisters, wounds speak of hard times
when his pocket lacked a single dime
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
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?
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
Rain-streaked slippery street
Wet dull sun instils melancholy
In the air, lamp shimmers on drenched pavement,
Weather-beaten souls in a variety of hats.
Pretty Girl in long flowing skirt holding
Bouquet of radiant yellow flowers,
A luminous aura of elation surrounds her
effervescent existence,
Gentleman passing by with minimal care.
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
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...
Windy day
weather beaten
tired
dried out
long grasses
worn
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dusty streets
carried away
on distant
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(hiding)
{peeping}
'barely noticed'
or #acknowledged
- tumbleweed
16/8/2013
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
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"
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. . .)]
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
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