Weathering Poems - Poems about Weathering

In The Weathering Of War In today’s storming war weathering world peace is rotting out and we need to sow new seeds of her germinating new fruits: the weary world Is starving for new peace and we need to get to plowing new fields of nourishing peace and healing grace in this world that’s in dire need of rehabilitation of war’s debilitating demise:- (p.s./n.b.) In proverbial ways scripture reminds us in divine wisdom and guidance to...

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Dark clouds start to mass, Distant rumble, wind picks up, Tempest drawing near. ©bfa051725 ...

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B-raving R-ugged E-arth N-ormally B-eats O-ur N-ature's G-ruesome C-limate A-ny Y-ear ©bfa052125 Monocrostic (Birthday of Bren M. Bongcay)...

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Winter chilling tribulations cannot be denied; Nor can determination and hope that abide. Pandemic trials and tribulations have their time, So do the loving spiritual supports that are mine. Though many are filled with grief in their fate, I maintain loving trust in my ever-promised faith. And though pandemonium and faith challenge me Together, There is nothing in true faith that my...

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Hurricanes coming, storms of life challenging me; my spirit ready...

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though winter is here, we can’t afford to chill; the progress made is too dear and we must continue to build… no matter the level of snow, no matter the amount of ice, we must always remain on the go for those who have paid the price ensuring our black lives matter in this political ice we can’t have another winter of discontent with our liberation again frozen in frigid time; the loud cry was...

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In this, the death-prone winter of our discontent, the world lay languishing from mitotic chaos and malignant uncertainty---spreading a pandemic cancer of destruction over the body of our moral humanity. Infected rebirth cells of ancient crusade history scatter world wide---blown like dry leaves in chilling winds of cold war seasons. Here, in the frozen season of time, Armageddon stalks democracy in the chilled...

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Friendship trumps romance strong feelings beset without Cupid’s cloud the road never wet Friendship trumps romance when joy turns to dread the magic enduring — far beyond the bed (The New Room: September, 2024) ...

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weathering storms is nothing new out in nature or the streets so dodge the hail sent from the clouds to keep a semblance of your peace when times are hard dig in & fall in love with all the struggle as seeds grow from the dirt rising from all of the trouble lower half's looking to tussle take the lowest of roads it's a must...

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Weathering Storms By Miracle Man 6/3/2023 On the sea of life some tempest I’ve endured, But a safe place awaits me, of this I’m assured. I’ve weathered some storms and none were savored, but I feel I’m blessed and am highly favored. ...

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We must trust our understanding Of our individual storms Weather the storm through Put setbacks shall be outcomes Thunder and rains brews Storms a brewing waging's, I'm gonna keep Weathering the rains I speak peace be still Individual storms Weather the storm through No stop forth the rain storms Nothing but blue skies and "Son "shines here In Jesus mighty name, Amen 10/18/22 Written words by...

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Winter chilling tribulations cannot be denied; Nor can determination and hope that abides. Pandemic trials and tribulations have their time, So do the loving spiritual supports that are mine. Though many are filled with grief in their fate, I maintain loving trust in my ever-promised faith. And though pandemonium and faith challenge me Together, There is nothing in true faith that my...

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In the midst of the fog of life we now find ourselves, we often conclude that we came into this world with nothing and will leave it likewise— in doing so, we miss realizing that we came into this world blessed with love. Thus, often is the nature of our foggy being; considering ourselves as valueless creatures— irrespective of our ethnic foundation,...

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for Jim* Equinox is past, yet the wind blows cold. From a veranda swing he watches pansies, daisies, snapdragons color-up his garden; Smoky Mountains so far distant he cannot see. He hears the eastbound train echo warning. Rain tomorrow. *My late husband was born in the hills of North Carolina. Among his people was a belief that when the air was so calm...

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glisten flowing streams ravishing the hillsides wide floral green valleys ~ cascading waters soothing the land marshes grass weathering wayward 9/22/21 written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021...

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