Long Poems About Storms
#storm
Long poems about storms. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
OUT IN THE SEA
The storms are rising
Skies and clouds are compromising
So many plants will be dying
Everyone's running, everyone is hiding
The birds in bundles start flying ...
Could this be like Noah's days of surviving?
But You hear mermaid sirens
They sound beautiful on the evening horizon
There's no doubt the oceans shining
So I take out my diary and start writing
Out in the sea
Where it's just you and me
It's so dark not much you can see
Out in the sea
Where...
Skies and clouds are compromising
So many plants will be dying
Everyone's running, everyone is hiding
The birds in bundles start flying ...
Could this be like Noah's days of surviving?
But You hear mermaid sirens
They sound beautiful on the evening horizon
There's no doubt the oceans shining
So I take out my diary and start writing
Out in the sea
Where it's just you and me
It's so dark not much you can see
Out in the sea
Where...
#sea
#rain
#storm
#wind
#God
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From the death throes of empty gas pumps...
I wander amidst a massive wasteland
where barren grocery shelves
lay exposed, open and void
sustenance morphs to what is easiest
something canned - this or that
snacks you never normally buy
but have become standard 'hurricane food'
rapidly checking off my precarious prep list
the humdrum of reality topples
into a surrealistic excursion
in search of the last package of D batteries
it makes for some stark discoveries
clearing this fog of dreadful anticipation
small...
where barren grocery shelves
lay exposed, open and void
sustenance morphs to what is easiest
something canned - this or that
snacks you never normally buy
but have become standard 'hurricane food'
rapidly checking off my precarious prep list
the humdrum of reality topples
into a surrealistic excursion
in search of the last package of D batteries
it makes for some stark discoveries
clearing this fog of dreadful anticipation
small...
#kindness
#storm
#TruthOfLife #humankind
#TruthOfLife #humankind
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The Ballad of Captain Abraham Jones
I’ll tell you the tale of a ship at sail
On the deep blue, briny sea.
The good ship Rapport set out from its port
On the coast of old Dundee.
The crew was robust, and each knew to trust
His mate right down to his bones.
But oh, how they shook when they turned to look
Upon Captain Abraham Jones.
The Captain was fierce, and his gaze seemed to pierce
Each crewman deep into his soul.
His orders would bark through daylight and dark
While his men were on patrol.
He’d not be ignored, his hand on his sword,
And a sneer upon his...
On the deep blue, briny sea.
The good ship Rapport set out from its port
On the coast of old Dundee.
The crew was robust, and each knew to trust
His mate right down to his bones.
But oh, how they shook when they turned to look
Upon Captain Abraham Jones.
The Captain was fierce, and his gaze seemed to pierce
Each crewman deep into his soul.
His orders would bark through daylight and dark
While his men were on patrol.
He’d not be ignored, his hand on his sword,
And a sneer upon his...
#storm
#fate
#narrative
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The Chaser
Walternate Universe – OKIO-2305
The skies were dark as storms formed in the distant horizon
The braces indicated that my alternate was somewhere near
The landscape was wide and with nothing but open fields
As the approaching thunder and lightning caused some fear
Then in the distance I could see the contours in quick flashes
Funnels descended from the heavens right into the ground
I stood in the middle of that open field by the side of the road
Until suddenly rain out of nowhere started pouring down
More lightning and flashes...
The skies were dark as storms formed in the distant horizon
The braces indicated that my alternate was somewhere near
The landscape was wide and with nothing but open fields
As the approaching thunder and lightning caused some fear
Then in the distance I could see the contours in quick flashes
Funnels descended from the heavens right into the ground
I stood in the middle of that open field by the side of the road
Until suddenly rain out of nowhere started pouring down
More lightning and flashes...
#dreams
#storm
#NaPoWriMo2023
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I Got To.....It's Shocking........Dear Me
#erotic
#storm
#dirty
#sensual
#ForbiddenLove
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Category Five - Direct Hit
A nail from a
missing shingle
caught my
leggings
as I watched the
bloated carcass
of my neighbor’s dog
drift past
the rain gutters.
I could hear survivor
cries in the distance
and I added my
voice to theirs
in some vain
hope that
helicopter
salvation,
was real.
Beneath my cold
wet,
shoeless,
body
lies the
sodden
remains of
a life.
My grandpa’s ashes
bobbing...
missing shingle
caught my
leggings
as I watched the
bloated carcass
of my neighbor’s dog
drift past
the rain gutters.
I could hear survivor
cries in the distance
and I added my
voice to theirs
in some vain
hope that
helicopter
salvation,
was real.
Beneath my cold
wet,
shoeless,
body
lies the
sodden
remains of
a life.
My grandpa’s ashes
bobbing...
#rain
#storm
#water #obsession
#water #obsession
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The Fifth Season
the prologue.}
(~Begin again)
He knew he didn’t know,
What it really meant to be in love.
(~Eleven’s end)
He made his promises,
But he couldn’t stop,
He couldn’t stop.
(~West is the dawn)
“I just need time to myself,
When I’m done, I’ll come back running.”
That was two mere months before,
His next words crystallized my heart.
(~A twilight warns)
“The timing doesn’t feel right,
But I still wanna be by your side.”
You’ll always be in my heart, baby~
=...
(~Begin again)
He knew he didn’t know,
What it really meant to be in love.
(~Eleven’s end)
He made his promises,
But he couldn’t stop,
He couldn’t stop.
(~West is the dawn)
“I just need time to myself,
When I’m done, I’ll come back running.”
That was two mere months before,
His next words crystallized my heart.
(~A twilight warns)
“The timing doesn’t feel right,
But I still wanna be by your side.”
You’ll always be in my heart, baby~
=...
#love
#flowers
#storm
#nature
#disappointment
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The Angler
Where did my page go? The shore rumbled. A flurry of camels trotted along the coast. The ivory fabric draping over the heads of distant princes—at least fifteen princes, would you believe it?—cracked like whips. They rode on horses of platinum and marble. My book plummeted. It danced upon the floor of the ship, in rhythm with the bustling party below the Mediterranean Sea.
My page did not matter. I let its wisdom vanish into the burst of colour, the brilliance: the pungent meals, the booming, poignant music. And that did not matter. All of the laws of the universe, as old as time,...
My page did not matter. I let its wisdom vanish into the burst of colour, the brilliance: the pungent meals, the booming, poignant music. And that did not matter. All of the laws of the universe, as old as time,...
#lust
#loneliness
#sea
#storm
#boredom
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Last Tango Before Katrina
Last Tango Before Katrina
The miles showed on his face in burnt etchings of New Orleans sun. He sat at the same table every day, sipping coffee and staring out the window at the Algiers street scene. He seemed to be lost in a universe Kate couldn’t fathom. His world was beyond her reach, cloaked in the darkness of his inward gaze. Something about his remoteness beckoned her. She longed to breach his inner kingdom. But how could she penetrate this elusive creature? He made her think of some mythical beast, like a unicorn, who could never be captured.
Her hope is for...
The miles showed on his face in burnt etchings of New Orleans sun. He sat at the same table every day, sipping coffee and staring out the window at the Algiers street scene. He seemed to be lost in a universe Kate couldn’t fathom. His world was beyond her reach, cloaked in the darkness of his inward gaze. Something about his remoteness beckoned her. She longed to breach his inner kingdom. But how could she penetrate this elusive creature? He made her think of some mythical beast, like a unicorn, who could never be captured.
Her hope is for...
#romantic
#storm
#coffee
#dance
#sensual
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littlethings to count and discount
po'em only like a
grim(y)
littlething
to pon'der
now that the illusions of
usefulness,
validity, have drained dry.
night numbers
track m'thoughts,
crack the eggs
containing life-
potential energy. ...
grim(y)
littlething
to pon'der
now that the illusions of
usefulness,
validity, have drained dry.
night numbers
track m'thoughts,
crack the eggs
containing life-
potential energy. ...
#sea
#storm
#water
#food
#consumerism
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Divine Connection
I am Woman.
Maiden, mother and crone
Behold the secrets of nature woven into my cells
And knowledge of your creation
That was born from my blood...
I sow seeds with my words and drop them
In your path, so you may walk upon the petals
Of my sacrifice, my abundance
So you will pick beautiful fruits
And the seeds that you eat will
Grow inside you where they will flourish
And slowly bloom to reveal
The fruits of your awareness...
See the reflection of the skies
As endless, vast clouds roll behind my...
Maiden, mother and crone
Behold the secrets of nature woven into my cells
And knowledge of your creation
That was born from my blood...
I sow seeds with my words and drop them
In your path, so you may walk upon the petals
Of my sacrifice, my abundance
So you will pick beautiful fruits
And the seeds that you eat will
Grow inside you where they will flourish
And slowly bloom to reveal
The fruits of your awareness...
See the reflection of the skies
As endless, vast clouds roll behind my...
#earth
#storm
#fire
#water
#wind
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Goat Profits In The pHarmacy.......
If
you insist on doing it like that, there's
a better'n'not
po ss ibility that yOur
head
( and mine)
w'ill eXplode
eXplode and immolate
immolate
in ways far unanticipated..........repercussions
dancin'on
...
you insist on doing it like that, there's
a better'n'not
po ss ibility that yOur
head
( and mine)
w'ill eXplode
eXplode and immolate
immolate
in ways far unanticipated..........repercussions
dancin'on
...
#storm
#winter
#wind
#confessional
#meditation
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Storms