Weather Poems
The Runcorn Ferry
by Marriott Edgar
On the banks of the Mersey, o'er on Cheshire side,
Lies Runcorn that's best known to fame
By Transporter Bridge as takes folks over t'stream,
Or else brings them back across same.
In days afore Transporter Bridge were put up,
A ferryboat lay in the slip,
And old Ted the boatman would row folks across
At per tuppence per person per trip.
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We Refugees
by Benjamin Zephaniah
I come from a musical place
Where they shoot me for my song
And my brother has been tortured
By my brother in my land.
I come from a beautiful place
Where they hate my shade of skin
They don't like the way I pray
And they ban free poetry.
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Out Of The Cradle Endlessly Rocking
by Walt Whitman
Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,
Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle,
Out of the Ninth-month midnight,
Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child
leaving his bed wander'd alone, bareheaded, barefoot,
Down from the shower'd halo,
Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as
if they were alive,
Out from the patches of briers and blackberries,
From the memories of the bird that chanted to me,
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What Weather
by Angela Fletcher
The leaves are blowing away
Up, up, and away they go.
Swish, swoosh, they go.
Like a dancing ballerina
Up, up and away they go
Way up , in the sky.
The trees standing there,
Their branches all bare.
The wind whistling throughout empty branches,
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A Wife In London (December, 1899)
by Thomas Hardy
I--The Tragedy
She sits in the tawny vapour
That the City lanes have uprolled,
Behind whose webby fold on fold
Like a waning taper
The street-lamp glimmers cold.
A messenger's knock cracks smartly,
Flashed news is in her hand
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Storm Chasing
by Taryn G
I always thought storm chasers
were a little crazy
these men with cameras
and beater cars
driving into the middle of nowhere
to chase an impending disaster.
Their faces would be split with a smile
almost drunk with pleasure
as they maneuvered their car across fields
and roads
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A Strong Force
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was an illustrious, nuclear physicist, and I was studying the strong force,
Holding together building blocks of all atoms, as stars hold to their course.
That force joins roaming quarks, which neutrons and photons are made of;
And it also holds together photons and neutrons, like subatomic true love.
This produces the atomic nucleus, allowing for all element producing ability.
I loved studying these dynamics, which create matter's underlying stability.
Fashionable friends and I were like birds of a feather, on fancy Friday eves,
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Chill Evening
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
frosty stars are out
pink moon wanders into night
with its fragrancies
summer's chasing fall
in its ripe, lonely old age
they'll dance at the ball
both dressed up in hues
blending the old with the new
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The wind is blowing.
by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson
The wind is blowing harshly against my window pane.
Its sound is rough and daunting,
as it whistles through the lane.
The old oak tree outside is swaying to and fro.
The leaves are swirling past,
not really knowing where to go.
The little blackbird finds shelter under the bush.
The majestic swan is gliding,
not even in a rush.
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Windswept
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
sailing on fresh breeze
my hat is off for a ride
alluring blue skies
fragrant flowers cringe
until gold moment all's clear
windsongs at windows
a determined quest
from orange clouds to the ground
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