Poems About Storms Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about storms published by members recently online.
A Shoelace Broken
With mist on the face
of thunderous clouds,
dark tides crashing
the long thick cover
of gathering storms
fathoms deep, lost,
a shoelace broken
of sea-gulls flying
out of view
with shadows of the albatross,
dying, the last voyage done,
away from the rum
on the waves setting me free
of gathering storms
of thunderous clouds,
dark tides crashing
the long thick cover
of gathering storms
fathoms deep, lost,
a shoelace broken
of sea-gulls flying
out of view
with shadows of the albatross,
dying, the last voyage done,
away from the rum
on the waves setting me free
of gathering storms
#storm
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raucous wind
the wind
is aggravated,
raucous
sounds came
from
its throat,
i can
hear his
challenge.
is aggravated,
raucous
sounds came
from
its throat,
i can
hear his
challenge.
#rain
#storm
#wind
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raucous wind
the wind
is aggravated,
raucous
sounds came
from
its throat,
i can
hear his
challenge.
is aggravated,
raucous
sounds came
from
its throat,
i can
hear his
challenge.
#rain
#storm
#wind
71 reads
15 Comments
raucous wind
the wind
is aggravated,
raucous
sounds came
from
its throat,
i can
hear his
challenge.
is aggravated,
raucous
sounds came
from
its throat,
i can
hear his
challenge.
#rain
#storm
#wind
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15 Comments
Counting Mississippi’s
Lightning.
Count ~
one Mississippi
two Mississippi
three Mississippi.
Thunder.
Three miles at least,
my mom declares,
smiling down at me.
I’m still afraid, though.
How can she know
the mind of the storm?
Maybe Mother Earth
has finally had enough of us,
with our wasting and killing
and our race to consume.
Maybe it’s just a storm,
she says confidently,
smile never wavering.
The sun will come out again,
you’ll see.
Lightning.
Count ~
one Mississippi ...
Count ~
one Mississippi
two Mississippi
three Mississippi.
Thunder.
Three miles at least,
my mom declares,
smiling down at me.
I’m still afraid, though.
How can she know
the mind of the storm?
Maybe Mother Earth
has finally had enough of us,
with our wasting and killing
and our race to consume.
Maybe it’s just a storm,
she says confidently,
smile never wavering.
The sun will come out again,
you’ll see.
Lightning.
Count ~
one Mississippi ...
#anxiety
#mother
#storm #memories
#storm #memories
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Counting Mississippi’s
Lightning.
Count ~
one Mississippi
two Mississippi
three Mississippi.
Thunder.
Three miles at least,
my mom declares,
smiling down at me.
I’m still afraid, though.
How can she know
the mind of the storm?
Maybe Mother Earth
has finally had enough of us,
with our wasting and killing
and our race to consume.
Maybe it’s just a storm,
she says confidently,
smile never wavering.
The sun will come out again,
you’ll see.
Lightning.
Count ~
one Mississippi ...
Count ~
one Mississippi
two Mississippi
three Mississippi.
Thunder.
Three miles at least,
my mom declares,
smiling down at me.
I’m still afraid, though.
How can she know
the mind of the storm?
Maybe Mother Earth
has finally had enough of us,
with our wasting and killing
and our race to consume.
Maybe it’s just a storm,
she says confidently,
smile never wavering.
The sun will come out again,
you’ll see.
Lightning.
Count ~
one Mississippi ...
#anxiety
#mother
#storm #memories
#storm #memories
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13 Comments
Counting Mississippi’s
Lightning.
Count ~
one Mississippi
two Mississippi
three Mississippi.
Thunder.
Three miles at least,
my mom declares,
smiling down at me.
I’m still afraid, though.
How can she know
the mind of the storm?
Maybe Mother Earth
has finally had enough of us,
with our wasting and killing
and our race to consume.
Maybe it’s just a storm,
she says confidently,
smile never wavering.
The sun will come out again,
you’ll see.
Lightning.
Count ~
one Mississippi ...
Count ~
one Mississippi
two Mississippi
three Mississippi.
Thunder.
Three miles at least,
my mom declares,
smiling down at me.
I’m still afraid, though.
How can she know
the mind of the storm?
Maybe Mother Earth
has finally had enough of us,
with our wasting and killing
and our race to consume.
Maybe it’s just a storm,
she says confidently,
smile never wavering.
The sun will come out again,
you’ll see.
Lightning.
Count ~
one Mississippi ...
#anxiety
#mother
#storm #memories
#storm #memories
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13 Comments
Counting Mississippi’s
Lightning.
Count ~
one Mississippi
two Mississippi
three Mississippi.
Thunder.
Three miles at least,
my mom declares,
smiling down at me.
I’m still afraid, though.
How can she know
the mind of the storm?
Maybe Mother Earth
has finally had enough of us,
with our wasting and killing
and our race to consume.
Maybe it’s just a storm,
she says confidently,
smile never wavering.
The sun will come out again,
you’ll see.
Lightning.
Count ~
one Mississippi ...
Count ~
one Mississippi
two Mississippi
three Mississippi.
Thunder.
Three miles at least,
my mom declares,
smiling down at me.
I’m still afraid, though.
How can she know
the mind of the storm?
Maybe Mother Earth
has finally had enough of us,
with our wasting and killing
and our race to consume.
Maybe it’s just a storm,
she says confidently,
smile never wavering.
The sun will come out again,
you’ll see.
Lightning.
Count ~
one Mississippi ...
#anxiety
#mother
#storm #memories
#storm #memories
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13 Comments
A lie.
She covers my lie
Like sweet potato fries
Like a sipder in a sheep.
Like sweet potato fries
Like a sipder in a sheep.
#beach
#storm
#ShortStory
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A lie.
She covers my lie
Like sweet potato fries
Like a sipder in a sheep.
Like sweet potato fries
Like a sipder in a sheep.
#beach
#storm
#ShortStory
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A lie.
She covers my lie
Like sweet potato fries
Like a sipder in a sheep.
Like sweet potato fries
Like a sipder in a sheep.
#beach
#storm
#ShortStory
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Pluvian
The day was pluvial, galactic, frozen
hunched over the sky like an old man
whispering his Last Rights at the eternal alter;
pneumatic lungs struggling to breathe
as they edged towards the inevitable crack
and expenditure of life
© Indie Adams 2014
hunched over the sky like an old man
whispering his Last Rights at the eternal alter;
pneumatic lungs struggling to breathe
as they edged towards the inevitable crack
and expenditure of life
© Indie Adams 2014
#death
#storm
#nature
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DU Poetry : Poems About Storms Published by Members Recently Online