Weathered Poems - Poems about Weathered

The farmer stands with weathered hands, Tending soils, nurturing the lands. His heart beats with the Earth's own song, Though seasons shift and days grow long. Through drought and storm, he does not break, For in the soil, his dreams awake. A quiet strength, both firm and kind, A bond with nature is intertwined....

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Beyond the relics stance tainted feigned glory, the achievers had gifted us their puzzles, speckled based best in their field of theory, like Baia hot baths, can't stomach its guzzles, aloft or cavernous, or in a quarry, like those Pyramid guys fuss up their fuzzles, as rock piles escape while history depicts, the bookshelves leave those green stains with those...

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A rust-eaten frame, a canvas of scars, A weathered old truck, a king of the bars. Its paint, once a gleam, now faded and worn, Like a story told, a lesson to be born. The tailgate hangs loose, a creak in its swing, A testament to loads it has borne and will bring. The tires are knobby, hardened with grit, From roads...

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In the jungle of steel and shattered dreams, weathered by the city's restless din, Are we men or merely bearers of burdens, carrying her heavy bags, Paying the bill, opening the doors that separate us from the authentic moments, Protecting her with strong arms but a wandering soul, supporting her when sadness overwhelms. And perhaps, just perhaps, we will...

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Old battered vessel, Waves crash but it sails onward, Seas can't break its will, With stories in every scar, Enduring, it braves the storm....

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Now bring forth the sword of justice Forged in fire and tempered in blood Kneel before the hand that wields it And bear witness the coming flood For those usurpers of the realm Suffer the bite of weathered blade The battle will be fought and won Over the fields of hill and glade By the honor of ancient times And decreed by the King's...

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Is love not like the weathered bark Tightly holding that which it cherishes A gnarled and wily smile savoring The beauty of its outstretched arms Rocking to the tempo of the time Swaying in a sunset serenade Bowing to the moon’s mellowness Cracking its knuckles in the cooling glow Oh, love, you traipsing vagabond Trailing your pheromonal tease Amidst the cloudless shadows Stirring the sediment of...

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I am turning back weathered pages of time, to our backyard sandbox. Dad made it for me, and my brother. I see us, playing, so peacefully. Oh, why did you go, to that war so far away, and came home to us in a flag draped box ?...

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sweet pungent fermented hay dark and warm slithers of light spit through the cracks of the warped weathered wood old pie tin lies in the dirt in its corner where the mean old bull snake drank milk with the cats and kept the rats and rattlers at bay there's a buzzing and a hissing on the other side of this rickety door inside...

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In a storybook long long ago The pages filled with her and her tears Boy meets a girl in San Diego At a lowly crossroad of theirs Like tumbleweeds blowing in the wind Both walking aimlessly along With no destination in mind Yet whistling on the same sad song Two hobos hitching a ride on a train Like two ships...

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Mausoleum and graves extremely old They have not withstood test of endless time Human love and tragedy long grown cold Lay under protection of pure divine. Weathered decades obliterated names So many graves in decrepitude lay Impetuous nature has claimed domain Humanities spirit ever holds sway. Listen carefully restless spirits sigh Mournful whispers in ancient cedar tree Seems they are reluctant to say goodbye Bright future...

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the boat is as weathered as his face it is his life, his treasure steering the prow to sea hours before dawn and in that darkness, the nets are set small talk meanders the ponga time to catch up on some sleep, other times arguments erupt between brothers keeping everyone awake watching stars once dawn has passed the nets are retrieved to pay for...

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Atmosphere stratified over billions of years Envelopes the Earth with protective layers Saves lives from harmful cosmic radiation Controls the climate and weather variation Burns meteorites before they become curse So the Earth doesn’t turn into another Mars. Mountain peaks pierce invisible atmosphere Air pressure decreases up the gradient there Breathlessness sets in with oxygen depletion Climber’s heart struggles albeit in jubilation Clouds spiral...

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Diminished by age, a weathered existence limps Crutching dimmed vision and impaired limbs, Much wiser that before, it speaks wisdom words Entertaining grandkids in stories that enlighten, Wishing the time to destiny would stop rushing Reminiscing adoringly in yesteryears’ springs As exuberance of yore in travails of life recedes, Recalling seasons pristine, ravishing, blossoming When youth ruled meadows of blazing revelry, Reckoning lately though,...

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"From green, tender buds to full burnished art- the seasons take pause amid weathered leaves." ...

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