Top 100 Poems About: WEATHER

In this page, poems on / about “weather” are listed.
  • 1.
    A Line-Storm Song

    The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift,
    The road is forlorn all day,
    Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,
    And the hoof-prints vanish away. read more »

    Robert Frost
  • 2.
    Proud Music Of The Storm

    PROUD music of the storm!
    Blast that careers so free, whistling across the prairies!
    Strong hum of forest tree-tops! Wind of the mountains! read more »

    Walt Whitman
  • 3.
    Storm And Sunlight


    In barns we crouch, and under stacks of straw,
    Harking the storm that rides a hurtling legion read more »

    Siegfried Sassoon
  • 4.
    A Process In The Weather Of The Heart

    A process in the weather of the heart
    Turns damp to dry; the golden shot
    Storms in the freezing tomb.
    A weather in the quarter of the veins read more »

    Dylan Thomas
  • 5.

    How should I sing when buffeting salt waves
    And stung with bitter surges, in whose might
    I toss, a cockleshell? The dreadful night read more »

    Amy Lowell
  • 6.
    I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud (Daffodils)

    I wandered lonely as a cloud
    That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
    When all at once I saw a crowd,
    A host, of golden daffodils; read more »

    William Wordsworth
  • 7.
    The Hurricane

    Lord of the winds! I feel thee nigh,
    I know thy breath in the burning sky!
    And I wait, with a thrill in every vein, read more »

    William Cullen Bryant
  • 8.
    Who Has Seen The Wind?

    Who has seen the wind?
    Neither I nor you.
    But when the leaves hang trembling,
    The wind is passing through. read more »

    Christina Georgina Rossetti
  • 9.
    A Song Of Winter Weather

    It isn't the foe that we fear;
    It isn't the bullets that whine;
    It isn't the business career
    Of a shell, or the bust of a mine; read more »

    Robert William Service
  • 10.
    Sudden Fine Weather

    Reader! what soul that laoves a verse can see
    The spring return, nor glow like you and me?
    Hear the quick birds, and see the landscape fill,
    Nor long to utter his melodious will? read more »

    James Henry Leigh Hunt
  • 11.
    Modern Love Xxiii: 'Tis Christmas Weather

    'Tis Christmas weather, and a country house
    Receives us: rooms are full: we can but get
    An attic-crib. Such lovers will not fret
    At that, it is half-said. The great carouse read more »

    George Meredith
  • 12.
    The Cloud

    I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
    From the seas and the streams;
    I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
    In their noonday dreams. read more »

    Percy Bysshe Shelley
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