brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
25th Apr 2025 8:31pm
25th Apr 2025 8:31pm
Doldrums
I’m captain of a tuneless vessel
adrift on a windless sea;
nothing to break the tedium –
an extended state of ennui.
I’ve tossed dream-horses overboard,
making space for something new;
still no sign of a catalyst
to brighten my field of view.
Alas! Alack! I just want to nap,
though storms veil every horizon.
Until the tempest is right in my lap,
I see no point in arisin’.
.
adrift on a windless sea;
nothing to break the tedium –
an extended state of ennui.
I’ve tossed dream-horses overboard,
making space for something new;
still no sign of a catalyst
to brighten my field of view.
Alas! Alack! I just want to nap,
though storms veil every horizon.
Until the tempest is right in my lap,
I see no point in arisin’.
.
#apathy
#depression
#storm
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3 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 7:46pm
15th Apr 2025 7:46pm
First Summer Monsoon
15/30
First Summer Monsoon
Daily threats of the first
tepid, sometimes cool
light breezes often
partnered with wonderful
overcast skies
This pushes my mood
sitting on a beach, any beach
waves, waving, coming
tippy-toeing – Yes!!
I feel the imaginative frore
I will myself to forget
pending hell like heat
forget everything
and just breathe
or hold me breath
‘til this year’s 1st monsoon
56 unique words
First Summer Monsoon
Daily threats of the first
tepid, sometimes cool
light breezes often
partnered with wonderful
overcast skies
This pushes my mood
sitting on a beach, any beach
waves, waving, coming
tippy-toeing – Yes!!
I feel the imaginative frore
I will myself to forget
pending hell like heat
forget everything
and just breathe
or hold me breath
‘til this year’s 1st monsoon
56 unique words
#dreams
#rain
#storm #wind
#storm #wind
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marina2020
Rain Woman
Rain Woman
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 5:30pm
3rd Apr 2025 5:30pm
Thunderstorm Nights
2/30
Nothing beats
Hearing the rain
Pound down
On the window
Being thrown by the heavy winds
Seeing the lightning flash brightly
Thunder crackles overhead
Lying in bed
Propped up on a stack of pillows
Under a heated blanket
Sipping hot lavender chamomile tea
Clutching a book so tight
Trying to read faster and faster
Eyes darting to the next page
Wanting to know how the scene ends
Barely breathing through the action embedded in the words
Nothing beats
Hearing the rain
Pound down
On the window
Being thrown by the heavy winds
Seeing the lightning flash brightly
Thunder crackles overhead
Lying in bed
Propped up on a stack of pillows
Under a heated blanket
Sipping hot lavender chamomile tea
Clutching a book so tight
Trying to read faster and faster
Eyes darting to the next page
Wanting to know how the scene ends
Barely breathing through the action embedded in the words
#storm
54 reads
1 Comment
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 10:54pm
3rd Mar 2025 10:54pm
incoming storm
There's a category 2 cyclone off the coast, not that far from where I am. I don't know what to think about it. I'm sure as hell not excited. My brain keeps telling me it's nothing compared to the cyclones I grew up with in Northern Australia, where thunder would shake the air so violently it could shatter glass.
I've seen trees on fire and thought they were beautiful.
I've seen my parents scramble for sand bags, only for the flood waters to stop at the edge of our veranda. I've stood at the edge of it and wished I could swim in it, just for the novelty.
I...
I've seen trees on fire and thought they were beautiful.
I've seen my parents scramble for sand bags, only for the flood waters to stop at the edge of our veranda. I've stood at the edge of it and wished I could swim in it, just for the novelty.
I...
#nature
#storm
118 reads
8 Comments
LightningBug
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 1:54am
11th Feb 2025 1:54am
Frosty Mornings
Sun shiny golden
Days brightness turning to snow
Storms havoc creates.
February flies
Into Marches windy wishes
For Springs returning.
For now nature brims
Baleful ice frosted mornings
Magic by arctic.
Days brightness turning to snow
Storms havoc creates.
February flies
Into Marches windy wishes
For Springs returning.
For now nature brims
Baleful ice frosted mornings
Magic by arctic.
#minimalist
#snow
#storm
#wind
#winter
86 reads
2 Comments
GN101
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 10:32am
25th Dec 2024 10:32am
Snow
It drifts down, falling heavy, sucking the warmth of life away, it is cold, silent and pure
Slow, change, witnessing white perception of terrible inclinations, wondrous impressions
Freeze, depart, cold and deadly
Serene, heartfelt, warmth of blanket
Everything fades away today and I am left realising did we ever cast the noose too soon?
Did we ever wish for more than snow?
Slow, change, witnessing white perception of terrible inclinations, wondrous impressions
Freeze, depart, cold and deadly
Serene, heartfelt, warmth of blanket
Everything fades away today and I am left realising did we ever cast the noose too soon?
Did we ever wish for more than snow?
#storm
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goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 1:54am
30th Oct 2024 1:54am
the clouds
the clouds
were busy
shape
shifting,
forgetting
how to fly,
their sense
of direction
was over,
their
languages
disappeared,
they opened
their mouths
and only
rain formed,
taking time
to fall
to
the ground,
even with
no intentions,
they weighted
the earth
with their
lost voices.
were busy
shape
shifting,
forgetting
how to fly,
their sense
of direction
was over,
their
languages
disappeared,
they opened
their mouths
and only
rain formed,
taking time
to fall
to
the ground,
even with
no intentions,
they weighted
the earth
with their
lost voices.
#clouds
#nature
#rain
#sky
#storm
118 reads
4 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 4:52am
22nd Oct 2024 4:52am
the blue of his shirt
the blue
of his
shirt
matched
the color
of the
ocean's
hands,
watching
the wind
fill
his sails,
he floated
on the
waters
like
an empty
shell,
he was
pushed
further out
before
he was
swallowed
up.
of his
shirt
matched
the color
of the
ocean's
hands,
watching
the wind
fill
his sails,
he floated
on the
waters
like
an empty
shell,
he was
pushed
further out
before
he was
swallowed
up.
#frustration
#regret
#sea
#storm
#wind
155 reads
4 Comments
Styxian
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 1:59am
21st Oct 2024 1:59am
Between Hurricanes
There's nothing romantic
about dying together.
There are those minutes
where one goes first,
leaving the other to suffer
the agony of what they loved most
is gone.
Staring at the corpse
of love removed,
and then waiting their turn.
Morbid then; I'd want you
to die before me.
Your pain would cease first
and it would bleed into me,
as I held you tightly.
I'd then die doubly weighted,
with our goodbyes
and emotions turmoiled.
And that's okay.
I'd cross my arms
over my chest ...
about dying together.
There are those minutes
where one goes first,
leaving the other to suffer
the agony of what they loved most
is gone.
Staring at the corpse
of love removed,
and then waiting their turn.
Morbid then; I'd want you
to die before me.
Your pain would cease first
and it would bleed into me,
as I held you tightly.
I'd then die doubly weighted,
with our goodbyes
and emotions turmoiled.
And that's okay.
I'd cross my arms
over my chest ...
#love
#storm
630 reads
35 Comments
Everavalon
Poem Published
28th Sep 2024 12:21pm
28th Sep 2024 12:21pm
The arc of the pine— with Thepalestrider
The virulent tempest
In the cruel blade of midday
Now rages forth unyielding
An ovation in grey
The crease of the fescue
The arc of the pine
Bend and break before it
In a most crooked line
Mantled eclipses
With sable designs
Spread shadow like poison
Through trembling vines
Now dusk is no refuge
For the storm still proceeds
With lightning that rends
Both the sky and the trees
The rocks split asunder
Where the fire takes hold
And the world burns...
In the cruel blade of midday
Now rages forth unyielding
An ovation in grey
The crease of the fescue
The arc of the pine
Bend and break before it
In a most crooked line
Mantled eclipses
With sable designs
Spread shadow like poison
Through trembling vines
Now dusk is no refuge
For the storm still proceeds
With lightning that rends
Both the sky and the trees
The rocks split asunder
Where the fire takes hold
And the world burns...
#rain
#storm
#wind
168 reads
4 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
29th Aug 2024 8:18am
29th Aug 2024 8:18am
night and day
Day & Night
It was still dark morning when I left
the nightclub, a place where one can
be sure not to meet reality
I saw a river of people coming out of
the subway filling streets with heavy
steps and murmur
as daylight came, neon light shivered
and became ugly words on buildings
reality had blinded them
At the end of the day, as night sunk
like a blanket on towns, people were
going home from workplaces
The neon light came back on tell
a story of an alternative where all
is fake, like Ronaldo's scoring...
It was still dark morning when I left
the nightclub, a place where one can
be sure not to meet reality
I saw a river of people coming out of
the subway filling streets with heavy
steps and murmur
as daylight came, neon light shivered
and became ugly words on buildings
reality had blinded them
At the end of the day, as night sunk
like a blanket on towns, people were
going home from workplaces
The neon light came back on tell
a story of an alternative where all
is fake, like Ronaldo's scoring...
#rain
#rainbow
#snow
#storm
#wind
103 reads
0 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
9th Aug 2024 3:37pm
9th Aug 2024 3:37pm
Storm
In the night your electricity
flashes upon my vein's doorsteps.
Your thunder's roar roams
my brain's craving cortex.
You are here.
No longer protected by just near.
Rain thrashes my ground,
liquid lust.
Flashing, roaring, drenching.
Invitationless.
Away blows my dress,
naked plains of flesh.
To receive your storm.
My deep soul severely
transformed.
flashes upon my vein's doorsteps.
Your thunder's roar roams
my brain's craving cortex.
You are here.
No longer protected by just near.
Rain thrashes my ground,
liquid lust.
Flashing, roaring, drenching.
Invitationless.
Away blows my dress,
naked plains of flesh.
To receive your storm.
My deep soul severely
transformed.
#lust
#rain
#storm
238 reads
15 Comments
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