Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 344

I apologize for the late prompt today. I’m a little under the weather, sometimes feverish, and medicated. Soo…

For today’s prompt, write an under the weather poem. You can use the turn of speech, which means sick or not feeling good. Or you could be literal and actually be under the weather, whether that’s good or not.

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Here’s my attempt at an Under the Weather Poem:

“untitled”

groundhog predicted
early spring–my skin warming
both inside and out

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98 thoughts on “Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 344

  1. MikeGill

    On Having a Cold

    Cough
    Hack
    Sniff

    Cough
    Hack
    Sniff

    This is what
    I’ve had to
    Deal with

    Ever since yesterday
    My head feels stiffed with cotton
    My chest with hay

    Why did I have to get a cold?
    Spring is tomorrow
    And now this takes hold?

  2. grcran

    global warming

    spilled
    over the weather not under
    free will whether anyone shunned her
    asunder she’s driven
    this blunder has riven
    as too many took too much plunder
    they finally faced it had stunned her
    met measured amazement with wonder
    not
    over her weather but
    under

    by gpr crane

  3. De Jackson

    Under.Beneath.Behind.

    This fog’s a fugue,
    and I am sepia
    tone quiet, gray with
    want and be
    -wilderment.

    Give me a prep
        -oh
    -sition
    I can use, Love,
    some quiet
    ruse to get over
    (above, beyond, through)
    this smothered storm,
    this un
             -stirred skin.

    Give me a chance
    of sun, sum
    -body of water waiting,
    the quiet (h)um
    of breeze and trees
    and ivory snow.

    .

    1. ppfautsch24

      Under the Weather
      Under the weather; the rain shadows
      me and thunder drapes around my shoulders.
      Lighting strikes; increases my adventure
      as I tunnel through my rain-soaked day.
      A cascade of calm trickles with each plop
      inside a storm of showers.
      While liquid sheets shield me from
      my mercurial musing.
      Under the weather; I long to slumber on pillows made of clouds.
      Dreaming of pewter grey hues and silver linings.
      By Pamelap

  4. grcran

    stormucopia

    with under the weather sunset
    our goggles we don we are wet
    at times the best ploy
    for rainyday joy
    is polkadot plaid pirouette

    by gpr crane

  5. Jane Shlensky

    Under the Weather

    Hike the peak from the campground
    over the icy brook, uphill past the trees
    and tumbled boulders to where rocks
    are wind-whipped and even hardy trees
    are twisted by punishing elements.

    If you want to rejoice in insignificant
    and embrace your own smallness,
    you need that kind of height, like lying
    on your back a clear summer night
    looking into the dark belly of sky
    freckled with stars, knowing each light
    is diminished by distance. Stand
    on the summit and look at some hugeness
    rendered toy-tiny—a spider web
    suspension bridge, thimble silos,
    match box houses, zipper guide
    cars moving along the teeth
    of black road, rivers of sun-glinting ribbon.
    And you? You are master of nothing
    but your own thoughts and actions.

    Stay on top tonight, get cold at sundown,
    shiver in your sleeping bag, wind huffing
    against the side panels, sifting snow
    in April. Be out under the weather,
    whatever it may be, and work at loving
    all of it. Then, march down to the valley
    sweating, your coat tied into a hug
    around your waist, a bandanna around
    your forehead. Stop at that frigid brook
    to drink deep as a deer or mountain lion,
    tasting rock minerals,leaf mold, roots,
    and sweat beneath blue sky, feeling
    whatever wonder it is possible to feel
    about being alive for this single moment
    of rise and fall.

  6. SarahLeaSales

    Under the Floridian Sun

    She built a little house,
    and a great big life.
    She married well,
    she married for life.
    She’d found love,
    not a soul-mate,
    for she chose him.

    They were child- and carefree
    for he loved whom he had found,
    not who he could have created.

    Then the day came that she needed
    a part of him he could live without.
    She lived, but he did not.
    The irony was metallic,
    bittersweet.

    Under the Floridian sun,
    he was buried–
    the hurricanes came,
    the rain turned the ground muddy,
    and there was that thready blanket of snow
    that came one winter.

    Then long after she came to join him,
    everyone who had memory of him,
    was gone,
    like ashes in the wind.

    His mark,
    like a childhood scar,
    became lighter,
    fainter,
    until it could no longer be seen.

  7. carolemt87

    Better late than never…been a rough week for me….nothing at all to do with the weather. Here’s my take on weather…..

    Storm Cloud

    Ozone runs through veins
    beneath strip mined skin.
    Brown hair greasy and
    matted clings against
    a shrunken skull.

    Grey eyes hollowed from
    the pursuit of dragon’s breath.
    Across the field
    roars the storm,
    purple and low,
    dragging its belly
    across the ripening corn.

    She turns her nose into
    the rain-soaked wind,
    grinding her teeth against
    the need for thunder
    and the taste of death
    in the back of her throat.

    Carol J. Carpenter

  8. Fabelhaft

    Weather

    Water seeps into
    my eyes as I curl
    into my shell
    My nose constantly
    needs tissues and
    my heart needs
    bandages
    The blanket keeps
    my ice cold skin in
    equilibrium
    Dead tired is my
    mind waiting for
    an external stimulus
    just so it could act
    I need hot chocolate
    but waiting for my turn
    hurts my head
    Everything is heavy
    I weigh a thousand
    pounds yet I feel
    lightheaded
    You ask me if I’m
    depressed,

    No, I’m just
    under the weather

  9. seingraham

    WEATHERED UNDER

    How difficult to say the truth
    You know the way it is
    Your beloved pet – a soul-mate who
    shared your life for decades:
    more than two
    Became ill, weary of living, had to
    be put to sleep yesterday

    But when someone asks you how
    you’re doing, how you are …
    You say – oh, not too bad
    Or – I’ve been better -or, covering
    your pain with a pseudo-ailment
    I’m a bit under-the-weather today

    Nothing serious, your friend hopes
    and you reply, you’re sure not
    Probably just the twenty-four hour
    flu – not to worry – and you hurry off
    Just making it back to your car
    to hunch over the steering wheel
    as you let grief pour from your eyes.

  10. Connie Biltz

    Under the Weather

    I stayed home, sick in bed.
    I had a fever of a hundred and three.
    Mom said, “You’re just under the weather.”
    What? How is that possible? How can that be?

    I’m not outside. I’m in the house.
    I have a roof right over me.
    There is no rain, no snow, no sun,
    no sleet, no high humidity.

    I haven’t put a foot outside.
    I have stayed right here in my bed.
    I couldn’t go out if I wanted to.
    My muscles feel like lead.

    My nose is running. I have a cough.
    Here comes another sneeze!
    AH-CHOO!
    But there is no weather here in my room,
    not even so much as a breeze!

    Connie Biltz
    author of Rainbow Chaser

  11. grcran

    Wellness

    i met you you suggested we might live to be 100
    OK suppose we do i said what happens when we go
    Under the weather e’en together fighting like we’re hunted
    That’s not us we both said we’ll give woe the old heave-ho
    Life will bring some spring some winter brings a laugh then brings a sigh
    Get us out there in the storming in the sunshine in the sleet
    Meet bad fortune with a muster mustard green it fly so high
    O’er the weather soaring ever hale & hearty health complete

    by gpr crane

  12. Jerry Walraven

    “The Importance of Squish”

    The importance of squish
    cannot be understated
    as we stew our shoes
    in our afternoon puddle,
    filled with last fall’s leaves
    and this year’s snow drops.

    Cold rain dribbles down
    our noses but
    brilliant eyes
    and warm laughter prevail
    as Spring peeks around a corner
    and smiles
    as sodden feet squish across
    rain coated asphalt.

  13. taylor graham

    PRIMER LESSONS

    The Deluge drown’d the Earth around. Seven
    inches of rain. Wind blew down oak limbs, small
    boulders, a plank-bridge, leaf decay along with
    twigs and sticks. The dry-creek rose to flood
    your drive, water-fall muddy-foaming down the
    other side. Your home’s now lakeside property –
    dissolving land, the current’s cold currency.
    In waders you toiled with rake and pole, trudged
    home soaked to the bone. Stood by the stove,
    warmed numb hands, recalled lessons you still
    don’t understand – lessons from books lost
    yesterday. Wait for Flood to float your ark away.

  14. Nancy Posey

    Amateur Study of Rain by a Curious Liberal Arts Major

    An amateur at meteorology,
    still thinking it should, after all,
    involve the study of falling stars,
    I opt instead for rain, more frequent
    and abundant for day shift as well
    as night. I ponder questions
    more practical in nature, whether
    in a downpour, I should run
    or saunter, considering raindrops
    per square foot, eyeing the angle
    of descent. Without a partner
    of equal size, identically dressed,
    running at the same speed, flaws
    mark every test, so I rely on hunches.

    Caught in a deluge, I test another
    theory: Once soaked, I can get
    no wetter. Drenched to the skin
    by a summer rain, I slow my pace,
    breathe in the scent no chemist
    can capture, no apothecary
    can cork. I turn my face skyward,
    conscious of others in drought,
    and I savor every drop as a gift.

  15. Walter J Wojtanik

    STORM FRONT WARNING

    He never saw it.
    Coming over the hill, the storm
    was wreaking havoc.
    Visibility diminished.
    Before it was finished
    it left destruction in its wake.
    That was all he could make.

    That was all.
    He could make it leave
    destruction in its wake
    before it was finished.
    Visibility was diminished
    wreaking havoc over the hill.
    The storm? He never saw it coming.

  16. seamuscorleone

    Homesick

    In an unfinished attic a
    boy
    plays with boxes
    building them into forts
    while dust motes fly
    in the dim light.

    In an unfinished back yard a
    boy
    digs holes and pours in water
    moves plastic figures from
    mud to mud
    some sinking
    out of sight
    forever.

    In an unfinished basement a
    boy
    drills hundreds of holes
    into two by fours
    saws the boards in half and
    sneezes in the dust he’s
    made.

    When a boy becomes a man
    is the boy still inside the man
    like a child trying on his father’s suit
    or does it die sinking into the man
    until there is nothing left
    at least nothing that will ever
    be seen again.

  17. Beth Henary Watson

    Hazy

    Somewhere past this weather,
    This perpetual haze
    That’s long loomed over me,
    Enveloped my known world
    Such that I’ve forgotten
    What colors look like, warm
    And alive, greens and reds
    That offset grays and blues,
    I will see the the sun when
    Through my always-winter
    It shines, which is often,
    I hear, around these parts,
    And I will feel seasons,
    Sense the body’s rhythms
    As it opens up for
    Spring, wraps up in the fall.

  18. Azma

    Under the weather

    The Mighty Sun who must not be looked at
    commanded from us to form trails.
    Trails on the ground
    by dragging feet
    back home from work.
    Trails on the body
    with trickling sweat
    uniting clothes and skin.
    Trails in the park
    of cracked bare land
    where there once was a stream.
    Trails of milk
    running down my hand
    while I lick my ice-cream.

  19. Walter J Wojtanik

    NOT UP TO SNUFF

    It might be a nasty head cold,
    I am feeling rather congested.
    Rest and fluids (as I have been told),
    It might be a nasty head cold.
    Feed it? Starve it? I’m not sold,
    it’s settling in my chest, Ed!
    It might be a nasty head cold,
    I am feeling rather congested.

    **De, I’ll be here resting until you catch up (or catch my cold)!

    1. De Jackson

      Right Back Achooo!

      I am feeling rather congested.
      Life’s too busy, that’s for sure!
      A small break has been suggested.
      (Yes, I’m feeling rather congested.)
      Neither normal, nor well-rested.
      Yes, vacation is the cure.
      I’m feeling rather congested.
      Life’s too busy, that’s for sure.

      **sorry for the delay, Sir. Busy week/weekend. 😉 Thanks for starting us off again.

      1. Walter J Wojtanik

        DEALING WITH FEELING BAD

        Life’s too busy, that’s for sure.
        You’re under the gun; under the weather.
        No one you know has the cure,
        life’s too busy, that’s for sure.
        Practice makes perfect, it shows that you’re
        on the verge of getting better.
        Life’s too busy, that’s for sure.
        You’re under the gun; under the weather.

        1. De Jackson

          High Pressure System

          You’re under the gun; under the weather.
          The world’s gone gray with cloudy fugue.
          Brain of mush, and hands of leather –
          you’re under the gun, under the weather.
          Busy-ness has wrapped its tether
          ’round your wrists, with attitude.
          You’re under the gun; under the weather.
          the world’s gone gray with cloudy fugue.

          1. Walter J Wojtanik

            NO SHOW

            The world’s gone gray with cloudy fugue.
            It’s not the day to sing and dance.
            No melodies. No hully-gully. No frugue.
            The world’s gone gray with cloudy fugue.
            Not a Toccata to be had, that’s huge!
            It’s such a sorry circumstance!
            The world’s gone gray with cloudy fugue.
            It’s not the day to sing and dance.

          2. De Jackson

            Rainy Day Blues

            It’s not the day to sing and dance
            (unless you’ve got an indigo umbrella).
            Don’t give the sky a second glance;
            it’s not the day to sing and dance.
            It’s more than cloudy, with a chance
            of polka-dotted, polka-dancin’ weather.
            It’s not the day to sing and dance
            (unless you’ve got an indigo umbrella.)

          3. Walter J Wojtanik

            LET YOUR SMILE BE (YOUR UMBRELLA)

            Unless you’ve got an indigo umbrella,
            you can’t be blue in the pouring rain.
            you must choose to be a happy fella,
            (unless you’ve got an indigo umbrella.)
            Blue in the rain puts you under the weather
            and that can be a real pain.
            Unless you’ve got an indigo umbrella,
            you can’t be blue in the pouring rain.

          4. De Jackson

            In the Pink

            You can’t be blue in the pouring rain.
            True love can weather any storm.
            This gray-cloud grin should state it plain:
            you can’t be blue in the pouring rain.
            Tears help us grow through any pain,
            and a true friend’s arms will keep you warm.
            You can’t be blue in the pouring rain.
            True love can weather any storm.

          5. pmwanken

            Forgive my intrusion…but I couldn’t resist…I’ll leave this here and let you carry on! 😉

            Under the Whether Or Not To Believe

            True love can weather any storm
            if only you believe
            in the way love can transform.
            True love can weather any storm
            and keep two souls warm.
            To this truth I will cleave:
            true love can weather any storm
            if only you believe.

          6. Walter J Wojtanik

            Thanks for the interlude, Paula!

            A BOUT OF LOVE

            True love can weather any storm.
            Whenever in doubt, bring love out!
            Send kisses in bunches, a loving swarm,
            true love can weather any storm.
            Then just wait for goosebumps to form,
            they bring love out, no doubt!
            True love can weather any storm.
            Whenever in doubt, bring love out!

          7. De Jackson

            Hi, Paula! 🙂 Thanks for the extra inspiration!

            If, Only

            Whenever in doubt, bring love out.
            If only you believe, we’ll shine.
            Kisses ever better fate (no need to pout),
            whenever in doubt, bring love out.
            Goosebumps, giggles, truth win out.
            For I am yours, and you are mine.
            Whenever in doubt, bring love out.
            If only you believe, we’ll shine.

          8. Walter J Wojtanik

            BELIEVE IN LOVE

            If only you believe, we’ll shine,
            through the murkiest of nights.
            Held in a heart all will be fine,
            If only you believe, we’ll shine.
            True love can, whether yours, mine,
            or ours (if the time is right!)
            If only you believe, we’ll shine,
            through the murkiest of nights.

          9. De Jackson

            Weathering It

            Through the murkiest of nights,
            through the falling snow or fog,
            His grace would set her right
            through the murkiest of nights.
            And as her heart soars like a kite
            she knows the sorrow won’t last long –
            even through the murkiest of nights,
            through the falling snow or fog.

          10. Walter J Wojtanik

            WEATHERING LIFE

            Through the falling snow or fog
            of life, we trudge steadfast along,
            we work hard (or work like a dog)
            through the falling snow or fog.
            But I feel like my gears are missing a cog,
            something’s missing; something’s wrong,
            Through the falling snow or fog
            of life, we trudge steadfast along.

          11. De Jackson

            Oh,Pen to Change

            In life, we trudge steadfast along,
            heads bent to changing winds.
            It helps to hum a happy song
            as in life, we trudge steadfast along.
            For it’s in phrase that we belong,
            as voices raise and each quill bends.
            In life, we trudge steadfast along,
            heads bent to changing winds.

  20. The King of Cheese

    Under “The Weather”

    In a wrestling ring in Moldever
    There was a man under “The Weather”
    The Weather was full of fat
    But his muscles were all that
    And against his small opponent he was better.

  21. ginarbridges

    If we are good and honest in our work we must get the real fan. Never do any mistakes or correction in our work. It may happen that is common for all. Good musician or a good writer at any good college essay writing service or any job we need to put our 100%. If it is there we must get back the result.

  22. uvr

    The torment within
    is reflected without
    The sky weeps in torrents
    for the tears I cannot shed
    The thunder roars in rage
    showing the anger I repress
    The lightning is a silver streak
    illuminating the darkness in my mind
    The wind howls against the window
    voicing the anguish that I hide
    The fury spent, the storm abates
    leaving me drained
    I close my eyes and surrender
    to the soothing embrace of sleep
    Tomorrow there will be blue skies
    and the sun will shine on me

  23. James Von Hendy

    Marine Layer

    We wake to low clouds wet with sea
    after days of sun, the damp salt air
    a lethargy heavy in our limbs.

    To move under the lowering sky
    is to know the weight of water
    bearing down on the ocean floor.

    The undulate languor of the ray
    is invitation to surrender
    whatever in us wants to rise.

    We would stay, barnacled to the bed
    beneath this indolent reef of gray,
    and cling to our fading shoal of dreams,

    whatever promise daylight held
    submerged below the pillowed bank of clouds.

  24. Sara McNulty

    Drenched Days

    Time to build an arc.
    Over the weather
    is preferable
    to under the weather.

    Four months of misty rain,
    teeming rain, penetrating
    rain, stop-for-two-minutes
    rain, and dreary drizzles.

    Dog leashes and raincoats
    are perpetually drenched.
    Tiny flower petals tattoo
    the ground, immune

    to sweeping, nonchalant
    about entering the house
    stuck to dog fur and shoes.
    Even the sad lamp lacks luster.

    Time to build an arc
    lit up to battle dark.
    Come, let us all embark
    ’til dry days call from a meadowlark.

    (Feel better, Robert.)

  25. tunesmiff

    UNDER THE WEATHER
    G. Smith (BMI)
    ““`°““`
    Under the weather,
    Fevered and hot
    No idea,
    Just what I’ve got
    Could be pneumonia,
    Or something I ate,
    Maybe I’be been,
    Staying up too late.
    Could be a cold,
    Could be the flu,
    Could my heart’s
    Breaking for you.

    I felt good,
    The other day,
    Then my sunny skies,
    All turned gray;
    You told me you
    Were going away,
    And there was nothing I could and nothing I could say…

    Under the weather,
    Fever and chills,
    What I’ve got can’t be cured with
    Capsules and pills.
    Could be pneumonia,
    Or something I ate,
    Things did look suspicious last night on my plate.
    Could be a cold,
    Could be the flu,
    Could my heart’s
    Breaking for you.

    A couple of shots,
    Might lead to a cure,
    Or maybe a hangover,
    I’m really not sure.
    What I really need,
    To get over this bug,
    Is a good solid dose of your kisses and hugs.

    Under the weather,
    My poor aching head;
    I need to call out,
    And climb back into bed.
    Could be pneumonia,
    Could be the flu,
    Could my heart’s
    Breaking for you.
    Could be pneumonia,
    Could be the flu;
    I know it’s my heart,
    Breaking for you.

  26. candy

    Weather Alert

    under(standing) the weather
    whether or not it’s going to pour
    or roar with windy gusts
    just when I think I’ll see the sun
    stuns me with a sheet of ice
    not nice, but they don’t seem to care
    where I will be at 2:00 or 10:00
    when they issue their alert

  27. taylor graham

    UNDER THE WEATHER

    Sleeping in front of the dead TV again.
    Tuned out or timed out,
    transmission interrupted by storm,
    political bluster of words.
    Nothing he can do about the news
    or weather, but he keeps on
    trying. Stubborn. He’s lost his balance
    and his vision, but hangs
    on old tradition. The dog must be run
    before bedtime. He puts
    biscuits in his pocket, out into a lull
    of storm. You go back to bed.
    Hear all heaven break loose. Never
    such rain, such wind.
    Open the door, The dog is drenched,
    she wants back in; slips inside
    shaking off waves of water
    then stands head-down waiting
    for her master. You pull on jeans,
    boots, slicker, grab a flashlight.
    All you hear is storm.
    Start walking. There he is, slowly
    trudging down the hill,
    thoroughly wet. He fumbles
    in his pocket, the dog
    will have her biscuit. She’ll get
    a better walk tomorrow.

  28. PowerUnit

    Ornery

    I have a bad taste in my mouth
    And it’s not because of your tongue uncouth
    It’s not because of your hurtful ways
    It’s not regret at your ungrateful stays
    I am just plain old sick
    Like I’ve been smacked with a brick
    Attacked by invisible thugs
    Napalmed and face-palmed by invasive bugs
    Hacked up and covered up and left for dead
    Shivering and shaking in my empty bed
    Wishing my phone forever unlisted
    Wishing you and your ken never existed
    Wishing I never was

  29. Stuart Peacock

    The Storm Inside

    I can feel a heavy rain
    Rapping down on my brain,
    A persistent, drizzly pain
    That casts clouds of doubt,
    But rather than wail and pout
    Or kick, scream and shout,
    I keep the bad weather inside
    Away from the eyes outside,
    So I do not spoil their sunshine.

  30. Anthony94

    Second Tuesday in March

    After daily red flag and
    fire warnings, it is the
    first rain in thirty-four days
    drumming on the barn
    roof, sliding from shingles
    to splat on the swollen
    daffodils, the fresh leaves
    of sedums emerging from

    the leafy humus. Here is
    the cool warmth of an early
    spring day, but thrumming
    drops make for a daring sprint
    to close doors and hunker down
    against the gray haze, the
    trembling detritus of last year’s

    plants beside dimpled puddles
    to which birds venture out to sip,
    dip a wing and fly off to wait out
    the clouds, already sensing this
    fast moving front of sixty mph
    is but a taste of things to come.

    I shake drops from my hunting
    vest, dump boots, and head
    for a hot mug of coffee, feeling
    like some benediction has been
    bestowed in an unlikely chapel
    but a blessing all the same.

    1. Sara McNulty

      “the leafy humus. Here is
      the cool warmth of an early
      spring day, but thrumming
      drops make for a daring sprint
      to close doors and hunker down
      against the gray haze, the
      trembling detritus of last year’s

      plants beside dimpled puddles
      to which birds venture out to sip,
      dip a wing and fly off to wait out
      the clouds, already sensing this
      fast moving front of sixty mph
      is but a taste of things to come.”

      Perfect stanzas of imagery.

  31. ReathaThomasOakley

    Meteorologist

    Back in my youth
    old folks would say,
    been down in my back,
    but glory be, I can predict
    tomorrow’s weather.
    Now, I gather children
    close to arthritic knees,
    warn them not to forget mittens
    and scarves, ’cause a cold snap
    is just around the next corner.

  32. Walter J Wojtanik

    A BAD DAY FOR MISS DAY

    No sun is in the sky,
    I don’t know why.
    Stormy weather? No man
    brings the rain. leaves
    a stain that sets. Laden
    with regrets and heartache.
    Pull yourself together, forget
    stormy weather. Don’t be
    so weary, dearie! Everyone
    gets the blues! That’s not to say
    Billie can’t take a Holiday.
    The sunshine will come
    after the stormy weather!
    Don’t know why!

  33. PKP

    Clouds

    alone burrowed here
    under heaped blankets
    searching for a warm
    safe spot in the chill
    I close my eyes and
    conjure conviction
    that indeed the sun
    will shine
    once
    again

  34. Connie Peters

    Remember

    It’s hard to remember
    What it’s like to sick
    When you’re feeling well
    What it’s like to be in pain
    When you’re pain free
    What it’s like to feel depressed
    When you feel happy
    What it’s like to be hungry
    When you’re full
    What it’s like to be thirsty
    With glass of water by your side.
    It’s hard to be empathetic
    with the sick, those in pain,
    the depressed, the hungry,
    and the thirsty
    when all your needs are met.
    But take a moment now.
    Remember
    Pray
    Act

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