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Poem Details | by Greg Gaul |
Categories: death, deep, introspection, ocean, storm, truth, wind,

Tempest Deep

I ride the waves of innocence
on the ocean of The Now.
From the depths of dank
a demon stalks my bow.

On deck afraid, alone I stood
quelling fear the best I could.
Furled the jib and reefed the main
what you do when the wind's insane.
Then rising atop a stormy swell
the giant beast straight from hell.

Peering so deep in its deathly eyes
I could hear a thousand sailors' cries.
The chilling truth that I could see
was the evil thing in fact was me.


Poem Details | by Sandra Adams |
Categories: abuse, death, storm,

finding solace

i amble through the corridors
of this comfortless life
...the echo of your footsteps
meander behind me
in shallow strides
bestowed by death

i feel the pierce
of your eyes
fall from clouded skies
slashing the core of my soul

the corpus of your being
knocking me back
through every tempest
of storm's breath

the lash of death
pummeling me
with the ocean's waves
stinging me
with its misty cries
erasing my footsteps
as i try to regain myself
and mend my soul

...i curse you again
beneath every sob
of childhood pain
that haunts my mind
with memories of you

Poem Details | by shadab shaikh |
Categories: absence, addiction, anger, change, conflict, confusion, courage, death, depression, desire, eulogy, fear, feelings, fire, first love, children, for her, for him, kids, forgiveness, friendship, grief, heartbroken, how i feel, i love you, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, love, miss you, missing, missing you, moving on, pain, relationship, sad, sad love, sick, storm, strength, stress, suicide,

Isolation

How can I tell you?
I can't stay with you.

Neither I can give up on you.
Fear of losing you is losing me.
It feels like slow death every night.

But we are just stuck in our spaces!
Unable to connect from two feet distance.

Poem Details | by Katy Lavasser |
Categories: death, nature, perspective, poetry, sky, sound, weather,

The Storm

As the sky grew grey
People in dismay
But the flowers screaming hooray hooray

Thunder grew violent
And the people went silent
Finally some peace and quiet

For I am dreary
And the sky eerie
The people are growing more and more weary

Clouds violently crying
Happiness slowly dying
People not wanting to be goodbying

Rain like tears
Thunder was your worst fear
People screaming "the end is near the end is near"

Thrashing
Slashing
Crashing

That was the end of all human life ever lasting



Poem Details | by Asa Childress |
Categories: death, heartbroken, natural disasters, scary, sorrow, storm, weather,

Dark Dawn

Light is awaking,

New dawn is breaking,

A breathtaking morning,

Now faces scream warning!
Spreading lava!
Getting faster!
Eruption!
Destruction!
Shaking!
Taking!
Dark.


(by Jemima Faith Childress)

Poem Details | by Doris Culverhouse |
Categories: death

The Storm

The storm
howls across life
fears drip along my spine
remembering the day you blew
away


Cinquain traditional

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: death, storm, suicide,

The Weeping Willow Tree

The Weeping Willow Tree

Never worried when you were below
Never saw the tear that fed the grand willow
The willow tree grew
Large and high with summer rains
Always curious no one under the tree
Until that day
I drove by
You were hanging
Finally free

Poem Details | by Cassie Smith |
Categories: death, natural disasters, nature,

Sandy A Bad Storm

Sandy is a Storm
Sandy is a Winter Storm
She is a Deadly Storm

Poem Details | by Samuel Robinson |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, blue, boat, dark, death, girl, god, image, loss, love, mythology, natural disasters, nature, romantic, sad love, sea, sorrow, storm, water,

cerulean loss

her alabaster lips did drown
the sea with rage that fateful dawn.
how beautiful with skin so pale,
her alabaster lips. did drown
the roar of waves and shredded sail.
Poseidon's wrath on human pawn.
her alabaster lips did drown.
the sea with rage that fateful dawn...

Poem Details | by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories: death, fear, horror, ocean, prayer, storm, water,

Descent Into The Maelstrom

The maelstrom keeps pulling me inwards,
Whirlpool's spinning slowly downwards.
My strength is waning quickly;
Hope’s waning silently.
Perceive no rescue;
No help’s in view.
Life I'll misss.
Abyss;
Void

Poem Details | by Andy Craig |
Categories: death, journey, life, sin, storm,

A wanted man

A rider on the storm with a bounty on his head.
His trusty steed carries him through the storm,
wounded and close to death.

Indeed a wanted
man but he never drew first, yet he drew first blood.

The storm water washes away the blood, although
the pain and his sins remain. 

Billy the kid is what he's
named and to him it's just a game.

Life and death
are not far enough apart, in the pistol smoke hear
the blasts every day could be his last.

Poem Details | by JEAN MURRAY |
Categories: death, fishing, storm,

SILENT SENTINAL

How many ship wrecks have you seen
off our Irish shores?
How many fishermen sank to the bottom,
After pulling hard on oars?

When fierce tempests gather,
you send out your beam.
Hoping to guide them to safety,
so you need not hear them scream.

Steadfast you stand strong
against the mighty waves.
Unmanned now, you're on your own .
So many lives you've saved.

On silent nights we view you,
with our feet firmly on land.
Reassured you are keeping watch,
on that poor loansome boatman.


11/04/2016

Poem Details | by Effie Blake |
Categories: death, loss, nature,

Between Storm And Afterworld

opening and closing
wings bare of colored dust
a butterfly dies

Poem Details | by Chante Reeves |
Categories: blue, dream, funeral, green, morning, nature, rain, storm,

homesick for Michigan

She noticed a wild beauty of her own-rain.
She lived in Michigan
Blue rain kissed the green trees
But only one tree made her heart sing
A storm was coming in the distance
A hurricane of peace forced her to dream big dreams
As the night of regret fades
The bear, the berry, the rain, the wild
All beautifully crafted
these new sculptors of art
Proper artists without knives
So she sang of ol’ Michigan’s nature to gray skies.
but this rainstorm was a storm of all storms.                                                                                           she cried, she wept, and then she fainted
 Michigan’s nature lived in her
 

Poem Details | by Edward Ibeh |
Categories: dedication, loss, storm, sympathy,

Ode To Texas Hurricane Victims

Stay strong and have faith
For hope will continue to float over 
The raging floods. Here's hoping you will find solace 
In the thought that the rest of America stands 
Shoulder to shoulder in solidarity with you

Stay strong and have faith
For the skies above will always be blue
For people trapped in darkness will soon 
Break free to a bright beacon of light
May God be with you throughout these dark hours. 

Stay strong and have faith
For you'll always see tomorrow's sunrise
And this storm will eventually pass
Know that everything is going to be alright
Know that normalcy will once again be restored



Date written and posted: 08/28/2017

Poem Details | by Henrique Oliveira |
Categories: death, lust, moon, night, ocean, sea, storm,

A Lullaby for the Drowned

Moon kisses blown by evening’s silver lips
caress the ocean's pricked up ears. They hear
a mute rage, frothy hackles raised to spear
a passing fleet of ghostly nightbound ships.
Dead dreams float up as daylight slowly slips
into the deep; again we face our fear
that dying might not be the last frontier.
A final move to hell requires many trips.

High above the deck, I spy over the bow,
watching for shoals and reefs that lurk below;
my crow's nest cradle teeters on the bough
the wind will break, though when I do not know.
Then we will plunge into the sea we plow,
lustful and wet. How can we sink so low?

Poem Details | by Cassandra Travis |
Categories: death, life, storm, stress, symbolism,

Tsunami

Tsunamis.
Come and go as they please, 
Often unannounced.
Like a party crasher at a wedding,
Or a surprise package in the mail.
Unexpected and unknown.

Tsunamis.
Bring chaos and panic,
Tumbling down around you.
Like a thunderstorm,
Or a blizzard,
They can ruin whatever they please.

Tsunamis.
Destruction and terror,
Panic and stress,
Yet, after every rainstorm, comes a rainbow.
New Beginnings, a fresh start.
The light at the end of the tunnel.


Poem Details | by John Trainer |
Categories: death, life, loss, lost, storm,

The Stirrings of a Bug

I have trodden many a creature under foot
A few, unbeknownst
The bug has an intolerably short life span
And shorter yet, under foot
Do I traipse out of spite or cruel wonder?
No, it is just my disregard and shortsightedness
For I have been trampled upon,
From creatures smaller than me
They stir upon me, feelings of a bug
A distant rumbling of thunder
As I count the seconds after seeing the flash
There is a heavy weight upon me
Imagine what is stirred in a bug

Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: anger, children, death, love, storm,

Any One Of Us

Within the eye of the needle
through the eye of the storm
in the eye of this beholder
everything's gone wrong

Matthew wrecks havoc
many innocent die
we're too wrapped in nonsense
and turn a blind eye

Children are weeping
with no shoes on their feet
and our headlines read
Ms. Beauty had too much to eat

Where is our compass,
our compassion, our love
What happened to values
and teachings of above

I bow down my head
not in prayer but disgust
what if that little child
was any one of us

I beg and I plead
don't turn a blind eye
give all of your heart
and hear a fellow man's cry

Poem Details | by Bonnie Jennings |
Categories: death, deep, earth, voyage, water, weather, wind,

Raging Storm

Raging water, a terrible turbulent storm
A ship capsizes with men aboard
A vision of mercy entered there...
Finding the sailors who floundered waves
In and out the mercy sought
Wanting to offer a handing help
Searched endlessly until silent the waters
No man found struggling nor survivors

 

©2016 Bonnie G Jennings . All Rights Reserved

Poem Details | by Rhia Madison Thomer |
Categories: death, faith, life, peoplestorm,

Oncoming Storm

I watched the storm come in.
Grey clouds swirled before me
the wrath of the gods
fell upon the humans. 
Grey gave way to black
and lightning lit the darkness.
I watched the tempest
moving in from nowhere
become everywhere.
Rain fell,
light at first
but soon, it poured.
The rage of mother nature
the anger of the gods
all rolled into wispy puffs
of gray black matter.
It overtook us,
overwhelmed us.
No one had kept watch,
no one prepared,
I watched the storm come in.

Poem Details | by Eric Thomas |
Categories: death, irony, life, metaphor, storm, symbolism,

The Signifigance of Living Corosion

Death. A bright beacon in a sea storm
Endowing warnings of rocky shores.
"All hands on deck!" vessel now prepared;
The time-driven waves directing it
Homeward, no matter the ships technique.

"...I can feel my insides rotting..."

Poem Details | by Betty Bolden |
Categories: adventure, angel, baptism, beautiful, beauty, christian, courage, happiness, religion, spiritual, sympathy, woman, women, love,

After the storm

After the storm life seems fresh

our Lord took us out of that mess

After the storm

the sun shines through

Our Lord made us brand new

After the storm

we walk in His light

things seem so bright

After the storm

people know

His love has touched us

His love is new


After the storm

we look at the sky

We praise Him for all He does

He keeps us in line

After the storm

life is nice


He is the one

whom gives us advice!



Written by:©Betty Bolden

8-11-04

Poem Details | by Dayna Raven |
Categories: abortion, absence, baby, death, depression, grief, pain,

The Most Bitter Storm

Everything I've lost shows up in my dreams
Like some sort of resurrection 
Lingering, hanging over me 

Or it ever exist at all?
Did you exist at all.

I try to wash your blood from my hands,
But somehow, still, I remain stained
I try to erase your tiny, broken body from my head
But you've etched yourself into my memory.

Lucidly, I pick at thoughts of who you.....
Could have been,
Or who you tried to be,
Human. A human being. 
Dead and gone.....
         A secret it seems. 

Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: bereavement, community, seasons, storm, strength, trust, wind,

STORMY THOUGHTS

Strong winds hovers the land..
Rooftop, leaves are flying...
Heavy soulful rains abound...
Thunder and lighting visibly surrounds..

Each one is rushing for shelter..
Running and risking in the highways..
Vehicles are somewhere already stranded..
Screams of persons asking unanimously audible...

washout after the turbulent storm..
Catastrophic surroundings adorns..
As mother nature tries to forewarn..
Avalanche a lucid visible turn..

by: olive_eloi
2:31pm
13/11/201
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"there is no storm too dark, God can not calm it..."