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Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: allegory, angst, confusion, dedication, depression, devotion, fear, life, loss, lost love, mystery, natural disasters, nature, passion, philosophy, sad,


Sad Heart, now thou art wither’d from the Sun,
What man, or god, will near thee run?
Wrought in twist like branches in Tempests' gasp,
What Comfort, or Gauze, shall be near to grasp?
True ones begotten are the ones now Rotten
And the ones now Rotten will never be forgotten
They are merely sad remains of assiduous Tears
That have been meddl’d with and tatter’d Raw throughout the years

And thou, cruel Mind, that sat’st still thru toiling trail of Night;
Must dream your broken Dreams; thou’rt a sanely flight!
Can thou extinguish passions of Fire, Disease, or Rain?
—tho thy distinguish’d influence trains to abstain
Thy Remnants brought to debris in thy Empty street,
Devour’d by Vultures, their bestow’d beaks entreat
Merely are they cleaning an inexhaustible Mess
Alas! Leaving thy rudiments of Identity to redress....

Poem Details | by John Paluszek |
Categories: adventure, animal, art, beauty, childhood, confusion, courage, dark, death, depression, faith, freedom, friendship, god, goodbye, growing up, hate, heaven, hope, jesus, journey, loss, lost, love, memory, metaphor, natural disasters, nature, philosophy, places, prayer, relationship, religion, religious, romantic, sad, sorrow, spiritual, time, visionary, war, memory, memory,

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

Poem Details | by Michael Jordan |
Categories: death, family, health, history, life, loss, lost love, love, natural disasters

Black Sunday {Personification in Couplet form}

I was as high as the eyes could see
A giant dark cloud of pure misery

I seemed to roll as one with the wind
A giant black wall that had no end

I stripped the land and left it bare
Of the lives I destroyed, I didn’t care

Those who stayed I covered in dust
As their children died I broke their trust

From my hell many families did flee
Left to wander homeless in misery

I changed the word these words are true 
Black Sunday brought darkness on you

I didn't see any direct link but just goggle
pictures of the dust bowl and you will see
what i have written for Brian's Contest.
The Dust Bowl - Alexandre Hogue - 1937

Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: environment, love, natural disasters, nature, rain, storm,


AMIDST POUNDS OF FORCE and FURY Conscious cold clouds sweeping, killing softly the suns bright, romancing evocatively with the winds, aghast it blows! Blows! Gray to black are the skies shadowsShafts of light longer, they tantalize in between blows joined clear by a decibel bang! Frightened golden grains for harvest, helpless! They bend down and so are the piteous bushes, unashamed, waving their arms as if crying out for immediate rescue but no one is there... Drops to dagger liquid sequins fall heavily unto them nonstop. Amidst pounds of force and fury from the natural forces, I, glad to be cocooned by the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. Wrapped tight to his arms, my heart is soaking with contentment, his drizzling caresses flood my nerves, I am all giddy inside... ________________________________________________________________ ***Picture #2 6:00 pm, November 19, 2015

Poem Details | by Soulfire |
Categories: devotion, faith, inspirational, life, loss, love, natural disasters, daughter, home, light, daughter, home, light,

Eat Pray Love

On the edge 
of the evacuation zone
Miyuki holds her daughter 
tip-toeing in pink sneakers 
her small hands fragile 
blossoms opening
to the man with the beeping wand 

They were outside in the karesansui 
washing and raking 
rocks, when the school 
heaved, convulsed 
then pressed into silence
voices rising inside

So now they wait with strangers
in ordered lines of sorrow 
for bread and drinking water 
as an adolescent, eyes downcast
sees the small pink laces and
offers up his only ration 
of precious onigiri

Hooded and white masked they walk 
three days and bed-less nights toward 
Ishinomaki by the ocean
to family, friends, and home forever 

The landscape jumbles unfamiliar
with plastic wreckage 
and automobiles 
detritus flooded in a field
where Japonica once grew
while moon-suited men 
and women gather
albums for the living

And after sunset Miyuki moves 
her little girl away 
from a white-taped blue-bagged 
lifeless form 
toward the humming black-robed Monk, his
prayers for light 
and workers burned
exposed to radiation ten 
thousand times too high 

And in the shadows one old man kneels
beside a fetid pool and scoops  
rice to carry back to neighbours 
moved to higher ground, un-opens 
one last bottled spirit
bows his head and offers
Miyuki and her first and only 
everything  he has 

At last they reach the shelter’s glow
beneath the starless robe of night 
not used to wearing 
shoes indoors
Miyuki helps her daughter fold
sheets of painful news into
an origami box to hold
her last and only pair

And in the morning as they face
the stretch of road for home 
to unknown love and losses there 
they turn and gaze toward the east 
awaiting still 
spring’s warming breeze 
to rise with brilliant red once more
new light of wondrous dawn 


'karesansui' is a Japanese rock garden or 'dry landscape' Rocks are often washed.
'onigiri' is the emergency rice being distributed to survivors in Japan.
'Japonica' is a type of (short-grained) Japanese rice.

for Debbie Guzzie's contest, 'Tribute to Japan'

by ~Soulfire~ 


Poem Details | by James Ray Morris |
Categories: business, confusion, death, depression, education, faith, hope, imagination, inspirational, life, loss, lost love, natural disasters, nature, philosophy, recovery from..., sad, uplifting, visionary, wardream, dream, life,

Just What Is A Broken Dream, Anyway

A strange sight upon a lonely road.
A dream ripped in half.
Looking closer, I wonder what was the travail.
An old price tag attached, making me wonder at what price it was sold.
Along the edges, tattered and torn, it gave forth an evil laugh.
As if some sly devil concocted a way to turn someone pale.

Onward I traveled, with pack upon my back.
To the left and right of the road were littered with more broken dreams.
So many that one could not keep track.
Some having been blown into the parallel stream.

So, I checked the pack upon my back.
And, yep all my dreams were there in a stack.

Cold winds howl, trying to rip my back pack to shreds.
Freezing were the winds, but forward I march.
Never losing sight of my dreams in spite of many dreads.
They all hold up strong even though many times I'm in a lurch.

Suddenly I see people returning to the road.
Going back and picking up their dreams.
Dusting them off and restoring them to their pack.
Each and every one said to me, you are quite bold.
To go forth and not let the cold winds of fate not destroy your knack.
To face life as it comes and not give up even if offered gold.

Good, bad fortune, are likewise of no importance.
Put a failed dream back in your pack and maybe a new day will appear.
Where you can unpack that dream and give it another go.
But, for today, march forward, today's failure might tomorrow's dance.
You gave it your best, and win or lose, that game has ended with a spear.
Win or lose, that game is done so pack it's knowledge away in your pack and grow.

Suddenly down the road a new vista appears and a brand new game.
Left high and dry or victorious are the two possible ends of any venture.
But in truth, knowledge is all you will have, win or lose.
For tomorrows game is just around the bend, all the same.
Win or lose, the game of life only ends for the moment within sight of the new adventure.
So, to quit and call it the end, only makes you look like a goose.

Poem Details | by Mirela Simic |
Categories: devotion, dream, love, natural disasters, people, time,

drifting plankton

I was thinking
of you touching my belly
in one moment in time,
and me kissing your shoulder
in another.

I was thinking
of talk
and whiskey,
the sound of bass
and shyness.

I have no wishes.
I was just thinking
how it could be
if the world stayed round
but got so much smaller,
for only one room to be,
for you and me.

Poem Details | by Steve Voorhees |
Categories: love, natural disasters, passionlonging,

Wanting some Nothing

Wasn't meant to be mine...
Or yours, or his
There was none to give

Foolishly longing for what I'd never...
you'd never..we would never be
How so vibrant yet empty?
 Compassionate, heartless, evil angel
A lovely beautifully vile
  Charismatic killjoy, a selfish philanthropist

A gripping lesson in bittersweet taste test...
 This vintage is superb...a velvet mouth feel
Supple body...long legs...sweet kurant and spice on the front
  But then tannins tartly dry the tongue
Robbing moisture with overpowering acidity
  Dropping my glass, cursing the Vintner...

That I knew and wanted, leaves me a fool
Masochisticly chasing a trail of footprints
 ..Dissipating as the tide washed away any trace
She walked backwards inviting with a curled finger
   wicked smile daring my passion,
                            tempting my attraction

I knew this game, vaguely familiar
 Couldn't place the relevance in my memory
And still I my footprints vanished behind me
With that girl following them hurt and confused...


Poem Details | by shadab shaikh |
Categories: addiction, age, anger, conflict, confusion, dark, death, depression, desire, emotions, for her, grief, heart, heartbroken, hero, hindi, how i feel, howl, jealousy, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, love, miss you, missing, missing you, moon, moving on, natural disasters, nostalgia, pain, poems, sad, sad love, sin, sorrow, sorry, spoken word, stress, suicide, trust, truth, words, writing,

Yeh khaalipan

Jab Meri Bechaini Mit Jayegi
Jab Mere Dilko Sukoon Mil Jayega
Yeh Khaalipan Mit Jayega

Do Pal Ki Chandni Ke Liye
Aj Bhi Zinda Hoon Main
Meri Khaamoshi Ke Ageh Aasmaan Bhi Khatam Ho Jayega

Kehne Ke Liye Toh Roz Marta Hoon Main
Thoda Aur Marne Ke Liye
Yeh Deewana Kal Phir Ayega

Poem Details | by SKAT A |
Categories: abuse, hate, love, me, natural disasters, world,


    H A T E

~I have no room to hide
the only way is to die~

I hate this world
I hate all it's made of
I lost the love  inside
You are nothing but a joke,
the way you came into my life.
Why do you keep us from the truth
God do you not love us
Why do you insist on these bruises and wounds
Do you not care about the pain and the scars
Trick us with the vanity of the flower
Shower us with the poorest rain
My God where's your power
Do I also have to die for his name
Drown because of everyone else sin
All I wanted was to believe in love
Instead I opened a book of torment
What did I do to you
Why do I feel the battle is with me?
how did i get raped with hate 
What happen to the wings
Why do I feel as if we are all  bait
a world of  no balance, I hate
I retaliate  on my own hate
True love is a program even you deny 
I hate the hate you put upon this world
A hate the look of poverty
resent- IS ME!
confusing the heart to feel nothing
I can't bring my self to need you
You never protected me when in need
You left me suffering alone through the deepest sea
the desert swallowed my dearest mirage
you let me down, to many times
I hate that i still talk to you
the emotions are destroyed
do you laugh  at my beating pulse
you created  many Nations
Meaning you gave hate to this world
making us different in every race 
who else has a key of power to your master plan
I m not blind no more
I see things,   the way he wants me to see
with truth you hide from me
I hate the way this world rotates
I hate the flavor of it all
I was told i was created by your hands
Not Satan's evil ways

God I hate the world you made
Why rest us in a place of love


Poem Details | by Suzette Richards |
Categories: christmas, daughter, journey, love, natural disasters, seasons, snow, winter, day, friend, christmas, daughter, me, time, christmas, daughter, day, december, friend, london, me, moon, time, weather,


It was a visit long overdue by most people’s standardsI had last seen my daughter two years prior to that during a whirlwind trip which she and her fiancé had made to Cape TownI had an unexpected financial windfall and the money was burning a hole in my pocketOn the spur of the moment, I called my daughter and asked her to source accommodation for me in London over the Christmas seasonA few days later, she called me back with the news that all the hotels had been booked up, save for the RitzI chuckled at the idea of having to spend my entire holiday budget on just one night at the RitzThen reason asserted itself and we put our heads together to come up with an alternative solutionI could hear her flatmate in the background, chipping in with her penny’s worth of adviceMy daughter hung up and I was feeling down in the mouth about the plans for the trip being derailed in such a fashionLater that evening, my daughter called back with the offer that if I did not object to sleeping on the settee in the lounge, I would be most welcome to stay with them at their London flatI gladly acceptedShe is a chef at a top restaurant and I was looking forward to gourmet meals prepared by her - including the Christmas turkey.

screeching seagulls dive at sushi scraps on a plate - the urchin watches
The evening of the booked flight to London, arrivedIt was an uncomfortable hot day and I showered and dressed with only minutes to spare before my friend took me to the airport to book in the statuary two hours before international flight departuresAt the airport everything was in chaosWe were given the unwelcome news that our flight had been cancelledThis was the third direct flight to London which had been cancelled that week due to London experiencing the worst weather and snow since records began in 1890! We were offered alternative flights and had to stand in queues for hours in order to procure a new airline ticketSome people became very verbose and insisted on being granted passage on other airline carriers (at the cost of our local airline carrier). I do not know whether it was due to the weather or the disappointment I was feeling, but when my turn came at last to book a new flight, I readily agreed to fly on Christmas Eve ( three days hence) to LondonIf I had been given time to reflect on this date, I would not have accepted itArriving in London on Christmas Day would have been disastrous: The tubes and other public transport would have been curtailed on Christmas Day and shops and other amenities would have been closed for the dayThis I knew from previous trips to the UK over the festive season To add insult to injury, taxis would have charged triple for cab fare and no amount of quibbling would have swayed themI phoned my friend to collect me and when we got home, I poured a large glass of Merlot and retired on the sun lounger in the gardenIt was *full moon that evening and it was almost worth missing the trip to witness its beauty I left my bags in the hallway and retired early – after phoning my daughter and giving her an update on the status quo.
moths dart between moon flowers - lunar eclipse
Six am the following morning, I was woken up by the phone ringingSleepily I took the callIt was the airline inquiring whether I could get to the airport by seven amMy friend was dancing up and down in agitation and already had the car out by the time I had brushed my teethI offered to pay any speeding fines which she might incur during our mad dash to get to the airport on time. The flight was an additional service which was laid on to get the backlog of passengers to their desired destinationsHeathrow had given our pilots permission to proceed, hence the call to me that morningWe were a total of thirty six passengers on the Boeing 747 – it translated to two passengers per crew memberWe were treated to five in flight movies which were current and could eat and drink as much as we wished toBy the time we landed in London at seven pm that evening, there was a festive spirit among usA radio taxi (which my daughter had organised) was waiting to collect me at Heathrow airportIt was a chilly four degrees Celsius below zero and I was grateful for my leather coat and wool accessories
steep steps to flat shut out the bitter world - a heart pounds
**************************************************************** *The December 2010 lunar eclipse occurred from 5:27 to 11:06 UTC on December 21, coinciding with the date of the December solsticeIt was visible in its entirety as a total lunar eclipse in North and South America, Iceland, Ireland, Britain and northern Scandinavia. "bitter" means piercingly cold....A term commonly used by Britishers... "flat" means apartmentThe Londoners I know, refer to it as just "flat" with no adj or possessive noun or articlePlease see the About section for explanations regarding the 1ST AND LAST haiku. Haibun(literally, haikai writings) is a prosi-metric literary form originating in Japan, combining prose and haikuThe range of haibun is broad and includes the autobiography, diary, essay, prose poem, short story and travel journal. ~ Wikipedia

Poem Details | by Jeffrey Lee |
Categories: faith, inspirational, life, lost love, natural disasters, people, recovery from..., sympathy, upliftinggod, world, god,


As sadness weighs heavily upon my heart
My pen does not know where to start
Haiti I weep for you in all your tragedy
What a devastation to humanity
For days the smell of death stenched the air
My heart was sadden and my soul was remorsed with care
My Lord Jesus praise you, we never seen so much godspeed help
Through out the world the pain is definetly felt
I cried when I seen all the destruction and corruption
So many children that are homeless, parentless, and hungry
There is so much confusing, death, missing people, and so many angry
But have you noticed so many mircales happening everyday
That is why we need to continue to be on bended knees and pray 
From shore to shore they run and flee
This is the mark of the enemy
But with all this strife 
My God still breathes life
All is not lost in the midst of need
When Haiti was wounded everybody around the world helped and took heed
It's a shame that it has to take a diaster for human hearts to awake
Oh how that island was hit by a mighty earthquake
For we hear their cries, and our hearts weep
Echos of pleading are heard through the streets
Comfort them, help, encourage, and lift them from the dust
Everyone needs to do something, in God we need to be patient and trust

Poem Details | by Dan Keir |
Categories: adventure, courage, freedom, happiness, history, holiday, hope, imagination, inspirational, journey, life, love, natural disasters, nature, pain, parody, passion, philosophy, recovery from..., space, stress, travel,

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part III

An azure ocean
Displaced by mighty blackness
The horizon dies

Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: basketball, brother, car, dedication, devotion, family, god, heart, hero, light, love, miracle, natural disasters, night, snow, storm,

Rick Heart's warmth

            Through the darkest of nights with cold ice
            Yet remembering in my heart with warm love    

          A time in the Midwest an Irish French family of Seven 
         The fishing , boating and woods sent by Heaven 

          One night stands out that warms my Heart a frozen state      
         It was Winter having a Basketball Game to cheer at.very late

          asking others too many times before for a ride
                          ~ here comes my pride ~

              calling many times only receiving a machine 
              standing by the only payphone , out of change
            It's now 3am calling collect , freezing my bones , the Scene

                I was giving up thinking.shelter where to find ?
             snow falling hard, last call , my oldest brother answers

                 Never have I forgotten that frost bitten night 
              ~  through the frozen snow I see his headlights ~
            Rick driving his " Mach 1 "  Proud , Foghat playing loud 
           He my Hero like an Angel takes flight , certain he saved my life     
         ~ It was God whom sent him out in the cold freezing night ~
(   This is a poem entered in "Hearts Warmth " contest , also a true story of love 
     &   dedication to my oldest Brother  ) I always proud

Poem Details | by Taku celestin julius |
Categories: love, natural disasters, me, cousin,


I feel bad that you all got to stand on my path for your livelihood said sandy, Sandy will be less harmless in the days aheadSandy is glad to have a short life spanSand is trying as much as possible to give you folks only the crumbs of her majesty crueltyThe peace and progress of this wonderful nation is too much, we shall never reduce it to minimum
I regret why I brought rush into your quiet livesSandy regret why she brought pains into your livesSandy regret why she put sorrows into your livesI regret why I brought tears into your livesSandy is just a touristMy coming is sudden my departure is so sudden.
Sandy you brought down all our lifetime achievements but thank for given us a second chanceSandy you brought tears into our heartsSandy you brought blood into our eyesSandy whiles usWe will be firmed to pick up shattered pieces impose on us by you when you will be far goneBye sandy.
Sand you make me shaver, you make me fear SandySand you make the trees and buildings of the nation capital tremble as if it was the capital of the unbraveI will not be ashamed to start all over again dear Sandy, we almost love you only if we will not see you again so soon bye sandySandy we known we have been stung by your wicked venom but we will over come it Sandy.
I will tell my cousin Katarina not to frequent come on land again but both of us are still storbbone said SandyIf Human Beings were borne educated our society will be a very perfect one said SandySandy our subways will go better than everSandy we promise to keep a fatherly eye on you dearBye san…

Poem Details | by Simon Kirwin |
Categories: natural disasters, summer,

Late Summer Love

When the hail finally came a poundin
and the balls of ice were a moundin'
I was making love in my room
by the light of the evening moon
but my wife screamed "no stop, it's to soon!"

Poem Details | by Dan Keir |
Categories: adventure, courage, dream, faith, freedom, holiday, hope, imagination, inspirational, journey, life, love, memory, metaphor, natural disasters, nature, philosophy, places, political, recovery from..., space, stress, travel,

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part IV

Culminates in a washout
Stuffed camels get soaked

Poem Details | by Dan Keir |
Categories: adventure, dream, freedom, holiday, home, hope, imagination, inspirational, journey, life, lost love, love, metaphor, natural disasters, nature, nostalgia, ocean, on writing and words, philosophy, recovery from..., space, stress, travel,

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part VI

Water licks your feet
Far cry from the beating sun
Desert sand to sea

Poem Details | by Anthony Thomas |
Categories: depression, devotion, education, girlfriend-boyfriend, mother, mystery, natural disasters, nature, passion, people, recovery from..., romance, sad, science, seasons, social, sorry, sympathy, visionary, war, wife, words, me, hate, hate, love, me,

I Hate Aunt Floe

NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view

I can see your blood boiling
through  the blades I once called eyes,
they were once beautiful  like jewels
now they hurt my deep insides.
cutting at my guts
and like a noose on my  lungs;
your words seek like bullets 
your mouth like sniper guns.
I’m hit with each inaccuracy…
Being killed by words untrue;
and you even got the nerve
to tell me what you think I do.
But let me get mad
and try to plead my case;
then suddenly the world
is a f--ked up place.
You got tears running down…
What the Hell did I do?
We were just sitting and laughing
I could swear that we were cool.
Oh God…
Oh no…;
I should have seen it… 
It’s Aunt Floe…,
This battle can’t be won or reasoned
I think its best I go.
Cause I hate Aunt Floe 
and she hate me too;
she sit and talk sh-t
about the gum I chew
The color of my shirt…,
She say my look is a stair;
She say my best has no worth
And she doesn’t stop there.
I didn’t change
I’ve been the same 
these 28 days,
 but now I’m f_ckin A__hole 
Aunt Floe gave me that name 
She said get out my face 
This aint your home no more,
But I’m more puzzled by 
What was said before.
I love you 
With her glossy eyes 
I knew it was true, 
But horribly sly
You see these words
make me the fool.
The one that’s cruel
That a__hole dude,
That sparked the fuel
To this f__kin feud.
But I swear to God
I didn’t start this sh_t,
Why would I give up my love 
To live my life like in a pit.
 This is horrible sh_t 
Wasted days spent,
On nothing but the worst
I could be bathed in your sent
You could be laughing 
While I’m smiling
But Aunt Floe Won’t let this be,
And the only way to make this right
Is hold my tongue  a week.
And that ain’t gone happen 
I’m a person too,
Not soft
But I got feelins
and don’t know what  to do.
Now its been six days
Unbelievable  rage,
She locked herself 
In the room
I call it her cage.
I smell a sent in the air
It wasn’t there before,
Now lookin down the hall
I see an open door.
Is this a trap 
I’ll guess I’ll see,
If I fall for another
 You know that’s dumb ass me.
Curled in the bed 
I think I know that girl,
But where’s the hells Aunt Floe
The one that f__ked my world.
She packed up and gone
Didn’t even say good bye,
Just came wit gang of bullsh_t
And vanished in the sky.
Is that you my dear
Can you please come here,
Listen close and crystal clear…
I hate Aunt Floe
 Next time she here
Make sure I’m stocked
with weed and beer.
I love you punk ?

Poem Details | by Jennifer Ratcliffe |
Categories: happiness, imagination, introspection, life, lost love, love, mystery, natural disasters, nature, nostalgia, on work and working, on writing and words, passion, peace, people, philosophyurdu,

How to love

My roots are trembling
through clay orgasm,
tumbling the landslide
that speaks every shake or so.
Leo roars and I await life,
Generic roving rumbles
reminding me of the world around,
but I never remember
how to cling to the ground.

Poem Details | by JSLambert Mister ROBOTO |
Categories: art, faith, happiness, health, hope, imagination, inspirational, love, mother, native american, natural disasters, nature, religion, science, science fiction, space, uplifting, visionary,


~~~~~~~~~~~ "Sky's eyebrows white on blue juxtaposed... tears wave to wash away pain on cue" ~~~~~~~~ ~JSLambert © 2012 Poet TreeZ Publishing

Poem Details | by Jennifer Cahill |
Categories: allah, celebration, creation, hope, inspirational, introspection, life, loss, lost love, love, music, mystery, native american, natural disasters, nature, nostalgia,


And the westerly wind,
Will blow a sea of waving grass
And the sea's fine mist 
Will breathe drops like dew
And the sinking suns
Will cloak the sky's horizon
And the moons of Autumn
Will beckon the golden fertililty of the harvest
And the violet tinged edge of night
Will cry for the white bursting of the stars
And the carved thrust of the mountain range
Will challenge the forever yielding blue
And the hovering tunes of the dawn's awakening
Will mimic the lullaby of my dreams

Poem Details | by Aa Harvey |
Categories: beauty, life, love, natural disasters, rainbow,

Rainbow in a hurricane

Rainbow in a hurricane.

Living life like a, hurricane and I,
Can’t explain why I chase loves holy grail and I;
I’ve got to try harder, to get myself higher,
Because I could love you, the way I used to love her.

There’s a rainbow in my hurricane;
A million colours, between my sun and rain.
Love is here and love is all around;
It’s so easy to lose and so hard to be found.

But I don’t know how to cross through a rainbow,
I can’t tell you how to swim through snow.
I can’t understand how to make my karma flow;
All I know is; you make my heart glow.

Seasons come and seasons pass on by,
But I’m still here with you wanting to get high.
Clouds above still paint, pictures in the sky;
I want you to help me pass the time.

Love is real and sometimes broken in two;
It’s too hard to find and so easy to lose.
Promise me your love and you can have my heart;
Love me forever and I will never depart.

But I don’t know how to cross through a rainbow,
I can’t tell you how to swim through snow.
I can’t understand how to make my karma flow;
All I know is; you make my heart glow.

Kiss my lips and I will hold you close;
Say you love me and I’ll tell you all I know,
About love and how to feel so good;
Promise your heart to me and you can have my love.

Living life like a hurricane and I,
Can’t explain why I chase loves holy grail.
There’s a rainbow in my hurricane;
A million colours in the sun and rain.

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Poem Details | by Dan Keir |
Categories: adventure, education, happiness, holiday, hope, imagination, inspirational, journey, life, love, natural disasters, nature, on writing and words, peace, places, political, travel,

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part I

Gathering grey clouds
Whip crack of frothing thunder
Is this Africa?

Poem Details | by Dan Keir |
Categories: adventure, freedom, history, holiday, home, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, journey, life, love, metaphor, natural disasters, nature, nostalgia, passion, philosophy, recovery from..., space, stress, travel,

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part V

The English weather:
Rainclouds follow us from home
There is no escape.

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 lipsdid 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 James Tate |
Categories: life, love, natural disasters, boat,

On the Ocean Waves

She smiled and squeezed his hand
As he looked into her eyes
Drawing her close to his side
Ignoring buffeting winds

The proud boat shuddered
But the young lovers hardly noticed
Dark clouds and lowering skies
Threatened their honeymoon

The captain got their attention
“Dawn your lifejackets now,
We’re facing rough waters!”
He tried to comfort her as anxiety appeared

Tension mounted, deck awash
The boat leaned and shook
Now, with fear showing in their faces
The couple prepared to ditch

Reluctantly, the vessel faltered
During the intensifying storm
The frightened couple escaped
Clinging to an inflatable raft

Seven grueling days past
With no rescue ship in sight
Their drinking water going fast 
Food containers long sense depleted

“O Lord, send us food!”
They prayed in desperation
Suddenly a curious seagull came near
Floating on the ocean waves

Poem Details | by Leanne TuftyTift |
Categories: animal, cheer up, giggle, good night, natural disasters, romance, true love,

Lean on me

Leanne loves milking her cows 
Everyday she dreams of those cows when she is away
A noise she hears
Nay says the horse, Nay says the cows
Nay says Linda, Nay says James
Everyday she hears voices

LEANne on me.....

Please bare a moment to pray and have thought for the dairy farmers in the world :-(

Poem Details | by Sidra Firdous |
Categories: lost love, natural disasters, earth, planet,

Save my Earth

In the haze of big bang,took a planet birth,                                                                                                                                    Blue was her religion,green was her culture.
Clean was the soil,fresh was the air,
No sight of trouble,the days seemed clear   
Then came up a specie centuries after.
Man was the title,soil was his origin.
The lonely lands stayed no longer bare,
"Bless you oh human",was the earth's sweet prayer.

They shared days and nights,
The earth nurtured man;strengthened him up.
She gave everything,keeping nothing in share,
It was a bond of love,it was a bond of care.
The Tables would turn once in a while.
Earth kept changing its shape with years passing by.
But Man was busy enough to focus elsewhere,
Earth didn't complain but felt a little bizaare  
The Time kept changing its phases,
So did the man's attitude and motives
Lost was the bond between earth and him somewhere,
Left was no emotion and nothing to hear
Civilized was what man was becoming,
He wasn't just blood and flesh but brains.
Even he would try to get earth ensnare, 
Earth was now furious and it was no funfair
The present era is the man's triumph.
He exploits earth till he gets his soul fed
Poor Earth has no control over her despair,
and by god,oh man,she wouldn't spare.

Man has tested her patience and calm.
It was a dangerous game to play with earth.
He distroyed her to become a multimillionaire,
'She ll take revenge'is now his biggest fear.
Wake up oh man from the dreams of heaven.
Stop finding other homes when u Dont repair yours.
Save my earth,is what's your dare,
Before she tears apart and turns into a hellish nightmare

Poem Details | by Madhavi Sarjare pagare |
Categories: death, devotion, emotions, faith, feelings, god, love, natural disasters, seasons, weather,

Almighty - Shower your love and bless us

 This poem is dedicated to those who are suffering from natural disaster 
 wrote by Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

 Almighty - Shower Your Love !!!!! 

 Ohh my Almighty, Ohh my Nature..
 Everything was alright, everything was fine..
 But what made you do this????
 That you astringently affected the Life of Divine..
 Why you had lend with with no mercy..
 You showered your gift in terms of cursy..
 Drenching tears of the exciting people..
 Pangs of separation happened between lovely couple..
 How much it is aching to there pity family..
 Everyone got acceleratingly disheartened gradually..
 Just now left with the new dawn and the iota of Hope..
 Hey nature please try to rudenessly cope..
 Mankind struggling for their last breathe..
 Please bless them for our sake under your sheathe..

 Please endow them for their wellbeing and glorious life ahead!!!!

By Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare