abetterstart
Poem Published
16th May 2022 2:21pm
16th May 2022 2:21pm
Night Storm (Raindrops)
Reflections in bright and
loud conversations
laughter and joy overheard
near that crackling green table,
carefree in the moment
tossing away their makeup
and inhibitions,
seducing
but still dancing like ladies,
now late, the full moon
growing smooth
the early morning creaks,
she laid looking at me silently.
loud conversations
laughter and joy overheard
near that crackling green table,
carefree in the moment
tossing away their makeup
and inhibitions,
seducing
but still dancing like ladies,
now late, the full moon
growing smooth
the early morning creaks,
she laid looking at me silently.
#rain
#storm
#night #wind
#night #wind
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cabcool
Poem Published
25th Apr 2022 11:23pm
25th Apr 2022 11:23pm
there is a wind
i.
there is a wind that blows
upon my face;
knows none but i her charms
how to embrace,
a cooling font unto
my countenance.
pronto! she saves me from
mal-circumstance.
ii.
there is a wind of change
that shakes the world:
strange marvels that before
the eyes unfold;
stark differences twixt
man and savage beast
fixt by God’s Hand, demeaned
to remnant least.
iii.
there is a wind of rage
that dwarfs the hills;
page after page the tall
green trees it kills.
the thorn bird...
there is a wind that blows
upon my face;
knows none but i her charms
how to embrace,
a cooling font unto
my countenance.
pronto! she saves me from
mal-circumstance.
ii.
there is a wind of change
that shakes the world:
strange marvels that before
the eyes unfold;
stark differences twixt
man and savage beast
fixt by God’s Hand, demeaned
to remnant least.
iii.
there is a wind of rage
that dwarfs the hills;
page after page the tall
green trees it kills.
the thorn bird...
#hope
#storm
#wind
#LifeCycle
#NaPoWriMo2022
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CanisInc-Untis
Poem Published
19th Apr 2022 4:40am
19th Apr 2022 4:40am
Lastlight Over Mountain
From atop the dark-weathered peak
The Priestess of the North
Begins to speak
Granted unholy dispensation
From the elements above
Unleashing her precipitated wolves
In gibbous, fanning formation
Their metal mercury eyes
Locked on landscape for the breaking
Leap through air-space for the attacking
Spearheads of brass-tipped light
Emerge from
Catalytic, cumbersome, cumulus
Bearing the anchors of destruction
Battery diabolical it doth yield
Unearthly hammers
Belting out the cry
Of tropospheric...
The Priestess of the North
Begins to speak
Granted unholy dispensation
From the elements above
Unleashing her precipitated wolves
In gibbous, fanning formation
Their metal mercury eyes
Locked on landscape for the breaking
Leap through air-space for the attacking
Spearheads of brass-tipped light
Emerge from
Catalytic, cumbersome, cumulus
Bearing the anchors of destruction
Battery diabolical it doth yield
Unearthly hammers
Belting out the cry
Of tropospheric...
#dark
#war
#storm
#nature
#apocalypse
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bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
17th Apr 2022 8:47pm
17th Apr 2022 8:47pm
Storm (2022)
thunder and lightning, rain falling down
over the mountains, the sea and the town
electric storms rolling in from the west
crashing then leaving, raining much less
wind has subsided, once more the soft roar
Of traffic and trains, people and more
birds are returning to sing and to squawk
seagulls and too an occasional hawk -
magnolias blooming despite all the rain
Tulips emerging, it's spring again
showers in April, wind in the trees
The storm a past drama as it now flees
into the mountains away from the sea ...
over the mountains, the sea and the town
electric storms rolling in from the west
crashing then leaving, raining much less
wind has subsided, once more the soft roar
Of traffic and trains, people and more
birds are returning to sing and to squawk
seagulls and too an occasional hawk -
magnolias blooming despite all the rain
Tulips emerging, it's spring again
showers in April, wind in the trees
The storm a past drama as it now flees
into the mountains away from the sea ...
#storm
#nature
75 reads
3 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
6th Apr 2022 8:19pm
6th Apr 2022 8:19pm
Rainstorm (NaPoWriMo 2022 #6)
Pounding beat of fists
ongoing onto rooftops,
drumming down drops,
slamming downwards,
with force and fury
shouting out impacts
as a chorus of collisions,
reiterated
over and over
repeating
the drone of thuds
drowning out
everything else,
except
the accompanying
wind,
roaring as companion
buffeting sideways,
all eager to end
the noisome act
of orgasmic nature
and finish,
leaving only cathartic silence
and water.
ongoing onto rooftops,
drumming down drops,
slamming downwards,
with force and fury
shouting out impacts
as a chorus of collisions,
reiterated
over and over
repeating
the drone of thuds
drowning out
everything else,
except
the accompanying
wind,
roaring as companion
buffeting sideways,
all eager to end
the noisome act
of orgasmic nature
and finish,
leaving only cathartic silence
and water.
#rain
#storm
#water
#wind
#nature
78 reads
4 Comments
LightningBug
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2022 5:05pm
3rd Apr 2022 5:05pm
Tree Haiku
Sentient trees bend
When the Source of wind is hard
Surmised by leaves
When the Source of wind is hard
Surmised by leaves
#trees
#storm
#wind #nature
#wind #nature
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Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2022 4:03pm
3rd Apr 2022 4:03pm
Tempests’ Temptation
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Tempests’ Temptation
During the last past monsoon
I remember telling the indoor Cat
(who I let outside for 2 to 3 hrs per day)
“ I’ll let You out when I get home;
this morning, I must write
a poem. “
I love writing during rain &
prefer the clap of thunder nearby
as opposed to the bolts of light.
I thought about getting struck
but shrugged it off as a tiny ado.
Why am I tempted to write
during wet williwaws?
I think, maybe it tempers
my emotions with balance ...
Tempests’ Temptation
During the last past monsoon
I remember telling the indoor Cat
(who I let outside for 2 to 3 hrs per day)
“ I’ll let You out when I get home;
this morning, I must write
a poem. “
I love writing during rain &
prefer the clap of thunder nearby
as opposed to the bolts of light.
I thought about getting struck
but shrugged it off as a tiny ado.
Why am I tempted to write
during wet williwaws?
I think, maybe it tempers
my emotions with balance ...
#rain
#storm
#wind
#nature
#WritingPoetry
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2 Comments
DiesIrae
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2022 3:08am
3rd Apr 2022 3:08am
Shift
My pastel skies
Transmorgify
Bring me to the black
Let the violence rise
The glaze of pain shimmers
Dimmer only, before the blaze
In electric haze,
Volts and bolts
Hit the sand,
The crystal revolts
I hunger to hunger,
Please take me under
Can't know of my ache
You break away
You can't identify
And I can't escape
Transmorgify
Bring me to the black
Let the violence rise
The glaze of pain shimmers
Dimmer only, before the blaze
In electric haze,
Volts and bolts
Hit the sand,
The crystal revolts
I hunger to hunger,
Please take me under
Can't know of my ache
You break away
You can't identify
And I can't escape
#storm
#metaphor
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Swan37
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2022 6:53pm
23rd Mar 2022 6:53pm
Echoes of thunder
The sky is so dark that I can barely see what's in front of me
and the air smells of thunder
I can feel it approaching more than I can see or hear it
but I know it's there
so I wait...
as a shiver tingles my skin in anticipation
And I am rewarded with the sound of the first boom
strong and defiant, ready to wreak havoc
Ready to pierce through me with the truth it brings
It's nighttime, the sky is violent
And I ache as thunder echoes all around me
I ache for the past and for the future
I don't...
and the air smells of thunder
I can feel it approaching more than I can see or hear it
but I know it's there
so I wait...
as a shiver tingles my skin in anticipation
And I am rewarded with the sound of the first boom
strong and defiant, ready to wreak havoc
Ready to pierce through me with the truth it brings
It's nighttime, the sky is violent
And I ache as thunder echoes all around me
I ache for the past and for the future
I don't...
#dark
#sky
#storm
#aging
#FeelingTrapped
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2 Comments
Tallquietguy
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2022 1:39am
23rd Mar 2022 1:39am
Are Raindrops Ever Lonely?
Surely raindrops are never lonely,
Being that they always travel with family and friends
Though perhaps they lose their personality
As their droppiness merges
Into a puddle in the grass
Surely raindrops are never sad
One can't imagine they ponder much on
Death and taxes and unjust war
(If there were such thing as a just war)
Though they probably fight to breathe
Being all squished together
In their little puddle in the grass
Do raindrops notice when they're dying? --
When the sun warms the earth
And the...
Being that they always travel with family and friends
Though perhaps they lose their personality
As their droppiness merges
Into a puddle in the grass
Surely raindrops are never sad
One can't imagine they ponder much on
Death and taxes and unjust war
(If there were such thing as a just war)
Though they probably fight to breathe
Being all squished together
In their little puddle in the grass
Do raindrops notice when they're dying? --
When the sun warms the earth
And the...
#rain
#storm
#water
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2 Comments
TrappedPain
Poem Published
14th Mar 2022 5:32am
14th Mar 2022 5:32am
Rain
I habitually wait for the rain
When the ground gives off that smell,
I always rush home to prepare
For what I must purify.
Then it comes, pouring
I step out and let it soothe sorrow
Engulf my tears
While thunder swallows screams
Wash away what I could not
Quench the dryness of this heart
And bring back life to what has died
Remind me, as you drizzle away
That storms bring with them a rainbow.
When the ground gives off that smell,
I always rush home to prepare
For what I must purify.
Then it comes, pouring
I step out and let it soothe sorrow
Engulf my tears
While thunder swallows screams
Wash away what I could not
Quench the dryness of this heart
And bring back life to what has died
Remind me, as you drizzle away
That storms bring with them a rainbow.
#motivational
#inspirational
#rain
#storm
#rainbow
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
6th Mar 2022 6:21pm
6th Mar 2022 6:21pm
fifty-nine degrees~with Adagio
a reliquary curse
of lost souls
who are my muses
with a cloud of fleas
of ghost and beings
seizing dead at the portal
through the keyhole of pain
in disambiguation's rigor mortis
as I lay lame with icy veins
cold to the touch
lest I embrace the soul
of the giver and find refuge
where umbra meets lumin
in God's own vessel
find me in the shadows
sifting the eternal essence from feces
I break in hours in the eternal light
shifting from one truth to the next ...
of lost souls
who are my muses
with a cloud of fleas
of ghost and beings
seizing dead at the portal
through the keyhole of pain
in disambiguation's rigor mortis
as I lay lame with icy veins
cold to the touch
lest I embrace the soul
of the giver and find refuge
where umbra meets lumin
in God's own vessel
find me in the shadows
sifting the eternal essence from feces
I break in hours in the eternal light
shifting from one truth to the next ...
#dark
#storm
#confessional #myself
#confessional #myself
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