Thermometers Poems | Examples

Navigating Winter

Winter’s captain, pompously struts his stuff, then
breaking tempo, alters the autumn rhythm;
slower pace is dominant, leaf dance dwindles;
    nature's in rest mode.

Trees and bushes blanketed white by snowfall,
caps and gloves with heavier coats required now,
cabin fever, fidgety boredom, proves our
   need of the sun's heat.

Shov’ling driveways, icicles dripping vex us, 
tempers rise, thermometers plummet; hope says
spring is under climate’s control, so learn to
   navigate winter.

Blusters Forcasted

too much rain and
too much sunshine today

puddles dry-up upon windy licks
then shake like wet dogs.

rainstorms sweep the sky away
to make room for the returning glare
of a pissed-of sun

mercury Thermometers are frustratingly fickle
but we all know that this is Ohio
and so, dress for the chance
of the odd minor tornado

it may settle down tomorrow
or get worse

the farms animals are in the barn
the critters are hunkered down
yellow buses carry kids
away from or into danger

but nothing unexpected
happens here
its only the predictable weather
and still only spring.

Ninety-Eight Point Six

Ninety-eight point six is normal
In a human being,
Not though, on thermometers
Outdoors, which we’ve been seeing.

In people, anything above
Is fever, meaning sick,
But weather-wise, such numbers
Translate into one word – ick!

I much prefer the days in fall
Or wintertime instead,
When if my body matched 
The temps outside, I would be dead.

Miserable Midsummer

Miserable Midsummer

‘Tis midsummer, and we have no choice;
The thermometers have reached a peak,
Three digits creeping and sticking,
Air conditioners running full speed.

We look at heat waves out the window
We wait for dusk and something cold
Hope mama remembered popsicles,
And little bathers splash so bold.

We wait for the big weatherman
To say there’s a break, I smell fall,
Midsummer comes, but it will go,
And gold and red will cover all.

Heart and Hearth

For a string of warm, sunny days
   December extracts her pay
A clipper sails in from the West
   Reprieve's end, Nature's stern test

Thermometers plummet
   Mild rains, now ice and snow
You and I draw near the fireplace
   Nowhere pressing to go 

Let the wind shriek and howl
   Old Man Winter's wrath flow 
Cozy in each other's arms
   Hearth and hearts all aglow

My Heart Was Ripped Out

My heart was ripped out
Was ripped out of my chest
Leaving a hole
A bottomless hole
A black hole
Deeper than the great abyss
Wider then space itself
Where temperatures are so cold
Where thermometers cease to register
Where no sound emanates
Thought is impossible
And there's no ability to feel
Even if touch were possible
Things would just crumble as you tried
And vanish never to be seen again
A place where life ceases to exist
And no hope is possible
My heart is gone
Gone from my chest
Not sure if I will ever 
Find it again

Come Spring

Come Spring

Gnarled limbs know the pain
In the change that comes in the weather;
Once they were lithe, did graceful ballet
Tip top on a partner’s shoulder endeavor.

Thermometers climbed to new heights,
But fell frozen in the night,
Whispering, Whispering, “you’ll be all right”,
When the red buds return abloom.

The Taking of Temperature

When Henry's toy thermometer
Was used to check his bear
For fever, I was most surprised
That not the derriere

Nor mouth was where he placed it,
For he made it very clear
That the best place for a reading
Was inside the teddy's ear.

I was poised to thus correct him
But I realized nowadays
That we measure kids for fever
In some unexpected ways.

In my day, things sure were different.
Still, we wouldn't need a push
To insert thermometers
Into the ear and not the tush.

Assembly

A mere whisper of a mortal is a card on a tree. Unopened. Oh what godly prowess is occurring at this time. At this the thistle of time where Theremins and terrapins catch thermometers in spins. Justification is rife. Short day is not a short night and a large whale in a pram or a cot cannot join large amounts of watered down conversation. Move not a mingling mangy moggy into a sack of potatoes as fish is the prefered diet for many of a meow meow. And next the time for the bouncy sun to call upon the planets laden with dinner trays. And all this whilst the giggling goo goo berries are in line formation. Monetary mingling making messy musical mirages. And pus. Yes pus.  Oyster. Mr Oliver Oyster does not appreciate such dreadful catatonic category codes. So don't wash dishes in a four foot ball gown. Rapid is the eye that moves thrice. And circles a planetarium. Good isn't it?. Clever isn't it. Very structured isn't it? But when a ring donut carries a pixie on a hot day to a castle it is said there is much whistling. And a bird laughing in a tree. Dance. Good. Goodnight equals good afternoon and also good morning as an aura salutes an aura. Reconfiguration Z

How Hot Was It

~*~
~~**~~
in the desert heat
coyotes scream so wildly
echo through the sage
~*~
mercury rising
thermometers replace clocks
the burning sky melts
~*~
sunrise to sunset
blue turns pink yellow and orange
colors to behold
~*~
Arizona heat
a hundred ten in the shade
eggs fry on sidewalks
~*~
sweats beads in seconds
blister and burn in minutes
my hair is on fire
~~**~~
~*~

Free Verse

I bought a box of thermometers on sale
When asked how many degrees I have.....
I reply........ many
Too many to even count

When I explained this to a friend.....
He replied you are a very sick man
I smiled and said…… well
I have enough of my own thermometers to tell me that!

I met a woman who is in the army, we dated
She is English and has the rank of Major
I gave her a free thermometer......
Now I have a Major in English degree

This poem you see here is for sale
Written by me, with many degrees
Of witt and humor plain to see
Until you pay me

A Free Verse this shall be

Certain Notions About Earth

Certain Notions About Earth
       
Oceans fill themselves with liquid pleasure
Storms corner the world to make it spin
Fires feed themselves with a desire to be the sun
Deserts take their time to sort through sand
Grains get in the way of weather as they travel west
Certain winds move by themselves forever up
Lands shift but mostly hold objections down along tectonics faults
Grounds swallow rivers until saturated or full
But were made for walking, along with mountains
Thermometers can tell you this
That deep inside the core are metals molten red
Rocks get older with each period and each age
Trees hold the Earth in place and dream of greener days
Animals have their place
But that’s a lesson for another day

Wymark's Room

Ah! Four walls, one ceiling, one floor, 
a window, two doors, one restroom
no bed, tons of roaches, one chair
no ashtrays, no TV, no radio
one leaking shower faucet
one clogged sink
one triple sofa
one fridge
one fan
Ah! 
zero flip flops
one fire extinguisher
one bookcase, two forks
two glasses, three pencils
three termites, four knives
four magazines, five socks
five strange boxes, six pears
six rat traps, seven thermometers
seven years living here, eight hours to go

What Am I

I flow like the river and fall like a spring
Dazzling many like a pugilist on a ring,
Interact with many people and classes,
Making young men to raise their glasses.

Racism and apartheid are not in my book,
Even though I`m  finer than a brook,
Making beautiful girls to dance like stars,
And dealers and entertainers ride in posh cars.

I make sorrow varnish like faint smile
Making sportmen to go the extra mile,
Causing the rise and fall of thermometers,
Brains beclouded for moving on few meters.

To help men solve their problems this I crave,
Yet I`ve led many into crime and the grave,
Scientists plan to wed me with gasoline,
Which makes me better than formalin.

So,what am I?

I Rise and Fall

I rise and fall like spring tides
And soothing autumn winds
Like effervescing chemical solutions
And gliding butterfly wings
I rise and fall

Like aeroplanes departures and landing
And emblems on flagpoles standing
I rise and fall like ocean waves
And the landscape across the land
I rise and fall like someone’s hand

I rise and fall like the sun and moon
Like equinoxes and solstices
I rise and fall like speed on speedometers
I rise and fall like summer breezes   
 And the temperature on thermometers

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