Short Windfall Poems
Short Windfall Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Windfall by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Windfall by length and keyword.
Afloat ,in a small boat
a sudden levant arose,
each disciple in fear,froze;
A command-Peace ,be still--
The storm submitted to his will.
Full story of this vignette @Mark 4:35-41
I close mine eyes
The rush of wings
As darkness envelops
The numbers a torrent
A brush against my face
An urgent whisper..
Its time now
I open my eyes
My soul is in knots
My calm deameanor lost
in bad times i
ask god why me, but
why not in windfall times
October 19, 2019
Syllable count : 4/5/6
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : Get In Touch With Your Zen
Sponsor : Richard Lamoureux
Smoked turkey with wine,
potato fry, apple pie,
special night to dine.
Grateful for blessings windfall,
thank God for giving it all.
October 25, 2021
Syllable count : 5/7/5/7/7 (HMS)
Contest : A Thsnksgiving Tanka
Sponsor : L Milton Hankins
Tremor in my heart,
I am scared it may fail,
it is something I had not expected,
it was a windfall,
from where it came,
thinking about it,
my mind goes lame,
it is now that I have to collect,
splattered wits,
each one bit by bit,
put them back,
to get my heart back on rack.
He had announced, “My dad’s ill, expected to die.”
In my pastor’s jacket, I slipped some wherewithal.
Watching him don his coat from a pew nearby,
hands in his pockets, he found unforeseen windfall.
Staring at its contents, three times he wiped his eye.
It was thanks enough - pay it forward protocol.
April 8, 2020
There was not a break in the clouds,
there was no sky, there was no hope.
the lowest region and the darkest.
the farthest from the sky.
But then...As if by magic,
On a fine sunny day, all the rats left the ship.
It was like a windfall, like a godsend,
like an unexpected piece of hope.
Just 10 Seconds after the M.S.
Sally Needs A Little Windfall From COVID
Sally yearns for her stimulus check
In part to bring sails to her shipwreck
She could use a timely breeze
To soothe her from the deep freeze
Money's ace but her men mend her deck
2/21/23
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My nephew scratched his ticket
For the lottery, to find
He’d won a rather hefty sum;
It really blew his mind.
Which made me think, does everyone
Who plays expect this news?
If so, perhaps to win at last
Means one has paid his dues.
In any case, I hope this windfall
Helps some plans to hatch
And doesn’t cause an outcome
That is not quite up to scratch.
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Leaf-fall is gracious
yielding to the restless wind
no riches to claim
in wide, frantic scatterings
burdens strewn for gathering
Rainfall is random
coming seldom when needed
too little, too much
it is such a lottery
pleading with an empty cup
Windfall apples drop
when good fortune makes a glut
wind shakes in accord
with the tug of gravity
ripe with generosity
On thanksgiving day we’re eager to see
on dinner table smoked juicy turkey.
We find dismayed the bird gone,
and couldn’t get another one.
No way out, we’ve to turn vegan grimly.
Grateful for God’s blessings as the windfall,
no turkey but wine everybody’s call.
Apple pie, tomato fry
make unique dinner night fly.
Thank His benevolence giving it all.
Compatriots of democracy,
yet again witness a change of power,
With eyes no longer blind,
we'd hold you accountable this time,
for revival and hope renewed,
we will stand with you
though times are perilous,
and life a little rocky
but in this whirlwind of dust,
the people are resilient
we are first compatriots of democracy,
and on this windfall,
we rise and obey
the clarion call.
I reached in to pull out my all playing ball …
without alcohol
Head up, I breathed brave and stepped up to the plate …
felt like dodge ball bait
Sunshiny bases enticed my run-gained mount …
on feared three-two count
Bat smacked contact so I ran like a wildcat …
clawed first base splayed flat
I reached in to pull out my all playing ball …
fun enriched windfall -
worth future recall
Dripping paint on canvas made works of art.
Jackson led the abstract expressionists.
He would be successful right from the start.
Using some techniques from famed muralists,
his achievements comprised very long lists.
All over the canvas Jackson would flow;
dripping and spattering paint to and fro.
Abstract images would cover it all.
As unconventional as artists go,
any of his works would bring a windfall.
Faith flavours forth
Nice nurtures north
Gain glimpses good
Move mindful mood
Work windfall well
Time truly tells
Wake wonder writes
Cast clever cites
Love laughing lays
See success stay
Etch easy ease
Prize profound peace
Live lavish list
Good gathers gist
Word wealthy wish
Daze dazzling dish
Bright blossoms best
Feel feisty fest
Leon Enriquez
04 November 2018
Singapore
treasures of childhood
pride of the horse chestnut tree~
ready to conquer
20 August 2019
‘Conkers’, the shiny brown seeds of the horse chestnut tree are collected and used in a traditional British children’s game whereby the conkers are threaded onto a string and each child takes turns to strike until one breaks!
‘Tree themed haiku poetry contest’ sponsored by Tania Kitchin
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The Onset of Old age
Written: by Miracle Man
1-20-2019
Was when our get up and go,
Had suddenly skedaddled.
And with serious health issues,
We suddenly found ourselves saddled.
But this hasn't left us,
Entirely broke Just slightly bent.
Leaving nothing to fight over,
Has become our intent.
At death, what remains,
Those feeling entitled will fight.
Seeing our death's as a windfall,
And perhaps their birthright?
We ate the windfall
Jillie Bulson and me
Wandering the orchard
From tree to tree
Apples and pears
Plums and cherries
Then the kitchen garden
To top up on berries.
Constitutions like iron
We gorged our fill
And never ever once
Were we ever ill.
The Orchard still stands,
Jillie sadly recently gone.
Our childhood friendship
In memory lingers on,
Still eating the windfall,
Jillie Bulson and me,
Wandering the orchard
From tree to tree.
Resounds my heart with passion
as I gaze into your eyes
and we sink onto the cushions
and rapture overtakes our cries
Slowly the earth stops its spinning
drifting off in each others arms
to awake aroused and moaning
with his love my heart he disarms
Whispering sweet nothings to me
that night I will always recall
though the image gets all filmy
this true love will always stand tall
The night we met was my windfall
my heart he now holds in his thrall
written 06/26/2013
A rabbit’s foot, auspicious
an albatross for sailors
or China’s magic bamboo
all signify a windfall -
what immigrant’s wish
in trust of what is God’s will
a cross is worn by many
to show faith in a Savior -
who immigrants wish
Favors shown, sorry mishaps
for mortals lacking foodstuff -
why immigrants wish
a sanctuary, lodging -
where immigrants wish
what immigrants wish
written September 10, 2019
contest: Where Bumbles Bounce
judged: 10/3/2019
W inter's almost here now the apples are falling down
I n homage have the Winesap's dropped to hoary ground.
N ature nurtures honeybees with each fallen peach.
D eacons rise up home bound spirits with each sermons preached.
F rost has come and nipped the nose, given a rosy cheek
a mong the children in the rye fields, playing hide and seek.
L aughter often lingers with the pumpkins in the fields
L overs toss in high hay mounds, with thoughts of springtime yields.
Date 9/5/12
salt scented sand, green seaweed laced,
tumbled by surf and white gull paced,
windswept beach
pleasantly blessed long seaside day
when warm breezes waltz with bright, gay
windflowers
I drink pungent scents standing near
where turquoise wears sea foam veneer,
my windfall
Copyright, November 16, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson