by Ibryannah Daigrepont |
Categories:
9th grade, beauty,
~ It is pure moonlight shining down on the sea. It is a vibrant rainbow after a dark thunderstorm. It is seeing fully bloomed flowers when your having a bad day. It is waking up to the bluebirds singing gracefully at your window. It is when you first realize what love is. It is remembering your first kiss after a breakup. It is when you stop and realize all your incredible surroundings....It is beauty.~
by Beatrix Macabre |
Categories:
art, beautiful, care, deep, emotions, extended metaphor, feelings, first love, gothic, inspirational love, longing, love, meaningful, metaphor, poems, poetess, poetry, poets, romance, romantic, romantic love, sea, soulmate, storm, water, weather, words, write, writing,
Sailing the seas of life, we find ourselves adrift, carried away with no compass or map to guide our way.
Our bodies, two vessels destined for collision on the jagged cliffs of the fray, ensnared by death’s velvet chains bound our amatory embrace.
Shipwreck that leaves us both in the auroral abyss, lachrymose tide drops two ebb us away, but we chose not to fade.
I’ll hold you sapphire sanctuary of solace,
living or stuffed euphrosyne, my ensnared.
Our kiss connects, waves dissolve, waxen effigy
surrendering its form, boundaries blurring ravenous hunger for kisses pulled us through the thunderstorm.
Beloved, promise me, you won’t let go.
by Secret Poet |
Categories:
candy,
Stay with me tonight, together we will share the stars and watch each one shine bright, hand in hand throughout the night, let me keep you warm until night becomes day and we are woken, awakened by the sound of a distant thunderstorm, but do not worry for our love will keep us dry and our love will keep us warm for our love is more potent than the eye of the thunderstorm.
by Mockingbird Stevenson |
Categories:
cute love, feelings, love,
Bid on my love
Crashing waves, thunderstorm
Soaking wet, yet I'm warm
Blooming flowers, turtle dove
All four Seasons, show me love
H
02-12- -2015
by Diana Dinca |
Categories:
deep, heartbreak, lost love, love, metaphor, storm,
I had no idea it was love I was falling in,
But through the freefall I saw his eyes,
And from the eye of the hurricane we stood within,
He saw through my every disguise.
He bent my will and lit up my sky;
His thunder silenced my fear.
Coppery clouds have me wondering why
His violent storm makes my eyes see so clear.
Broke me and fixed me, he promised to carry
My burdens tattooed on his veins;
He was the thunderstorm in the valley
And I was the girl who smelled like rain.
by Atisha Bindha |
Categories:
break up, care, change, feelings, heart, identity, self,
Like a broken spirit, but never brave enough enough to admit it!
As the dark clouds of lonliness hang low over my heart,
the showers of pain wash down on me, as the thunderstorm
of anger roars loudly as a furious lion!
As i think all is lost and there is no reason for another beat,
the winds of hope blow the clouds away.
The bright sun fills the dark and chases the pain.
The sweet sounds of happiness i hear.
Love you may find here.
To get inside few have tried, to find the keynone have succeeded.
Some fell and pleaded
But this bruised heart refuses to be broken, as it is my most valuable token.
by Scribbler Of Verses |
Categories:
hope, life, love, nature, rain,
Echoes of furious thunder,
splintering the silence of night.
The rain beating down in sheets,
fractures the darkness with lashes of light.
Branches strewn snapped and broken,
leave limbless trees shattered.
The torrential deluge crushes,
delicate flowers laying bruised and scattered.
…
Ah, but the storm passes,
as all tempests eventually fade,
leaving raw wounds to heal,
shielded from the morrow’s blazing sun,
resting in the serene coolness of comforting shade
by Harry Horsman |
Categories:
love,
Everlasting love a passion,
today deemed a trite old fashion,
love to nonconform.
Here we are, oh so evident
holding hands like a dissident,
in a thunderstorm.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
by Mohammad Ahmed |
Categories:
anger, art, bird, creation, cute love, for him, mountains,
Angry Rain
I went outside to see the sun shine
But stopped by the rain that fall outside
I stayed inside, waited to see the sun shine
But the angrily rain spoiling my joy
then I see little children playing outside
with the rain drop, helped them enjoy
then come the thunderstorm with an unpleasant voice
and the little children panicked and run inside
Then goes the rain and again sun shine
As it welcome the childen to come and enjoy
I walked and walked till I realize
The unpleasant thunderstorm voice
Finally forced the sun to shine…
To be continued
by Adebayo Abass Olalekan |
Categories:
break up, love, relationship, sad, sad love,
I saw a pearl.
A peerless pearl.
I court the pearl.
I caught the pearl.
My pearl was pure.
I jubilate on my triumph.
A thunderstorm.
My pearl slipped away...
by Windyann Plunkett |
Categories:
girlfriend-boyfriend, hope, life, love,
A thunderstorm rolls in
The rain pounds
It leaves as quickly as it came
Leaving echoes of it sounds
Sidewalks lined with remnants
Of the smashing rain
Flowers bent, muddy puddles
Heavy leaves ripe with gain
Thudding footsteps on the ground
Yearning for a destination
Quiet wishes spoken aloud
But not without an explanation
I awake one night feeling
The sweetest dream I ever had
My pounding heart and shaking body
Has my beautiful mind gone mad?
As the powerful crack of thunder
Follows the brightest spark of light
I knew deep in my soul
That this feeling was right
by Sotto Poet |
Categories:
analogy, appreciation, bereavement, children,
A mirror of things he'll never share.
Shapeless shadows.
A wandering thunderstorm
This emptiness can pass.
Despite his affluent life, he fasts.
He is safe but helpless.
He becomes nothing again.
Grace means gracious acceptance.
If only I could have my way.
Normally, I would have slipped away.
Our Milky Way galaxy
Take me away from this planet.
where I may seek a park for our children.
Where the sun of peace beams every day
No weapons to start a battle or fray.
A simple space for love to multiply.
Written: March 02, 2023
by Allen W Trew |
Categories:
allegory, love,
Twas in a summer thunderstorm
And lightning lit the night to day,
I stood aghast and so forlorn
When first I spied a certain Haze.
It took on form - lovely Diana -
Or Boudica with upraised banner?
A shapeless thing in many ways,
That woundrous, beautiful, misty Haze.
It beckoned me - I could not but follow
Into a Net of Glory Days
But like old battlefields, now hollow,
It broke apart, that hazy Haze.
If I could commit one thing to mind
Of all things Past has left behind
It would be 'til End of Days
That wondrous, beautiful, misty Haze.
by Olga Kushnirenko |
Categories:
beautiful, dark, death, dedication, fantasy, imagination, life, lost love, love, pain, people, sad, stress, love,
When love was tortured
She was silent.
She was repeating words in mind.
Her eyes were looking up at heaven,
And there was no tears sign.
When love was being murdered
She was silent.
She was reminding herself of
All the moments when
She was smiling,
When happiness was real for her.
There was no pain.
When the blood appeared, and
Her last breath was gone,
Thunderstorm and rain came out
From heaven,
Darkness was called to go back to earth.
God cursed people and said:
“You will pay for your sin forever
Without understanding
You will feel nothing
Believing it is real”.
by Keith Baucum |
Categories:
body, ocean, wisdom, woman, women,
There's more to a woman than her body and curves.
At the core of her brain is a thunderstorm that rains down
wisdom, knowledge, and understanding flooding the soul
of man with love in it's truest form.
There's more to a woman than her physical beauty.
She's a living breathing ocean with waves of compassion
leaping from the depths sweeping man up in her current
allowing him to swim in her essences that is woman.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
by Alesha Roche' |
Categories:
deep, lost love, love, truth,
Human nature ain't it funny
So caught up in the state of being
We lose sight actually lost not seeing
The mirror of life when clear isnt pretty
Ignorance is bliss truth always bitter shitty
The Lies We Tell and the secrets they keep
Stay out of hell but you sew what you reap
Let me get away fast something cheap
One dishonest tale leads to an Epic Novel
At the thought of you once upon a time I Marvel
Felt it on my skin rushing through my veins
From these beautiful brown eyes a terrible thunderstorm it rains
Where art thy sun when should the covering disperse
Should I keep moving make no mistake I'll grab my purse
by Lise Clendening |
Categories:
baby, blessing, peace,
deliriously falling in love
believing in God from above
the miracle of a newborn cry
the blue colour of the sky
hands that are old and wrinkled
the glow of fireflies that twinkled
baked chocolate cookies still warm
the sound of thunderstorm
the magnificent shade from the towering trees
prayers and the peace I feel when on my knees
the unwavering loyalty of man’s best friend
living each day until my life comes to an end
by Angel Prall |
Categories:
nature,
I love to watch the thunderstorm.
No matter how loud it gets or
Scary it seems.
I learned that
Even nature needs to
Scream sometimes.
We are hurt,
No matter who we are.
I love to watch the rain
Cause even the sky needs to cry sometimes.
When it's hurting.
Love the sound when it rains,
It's peaceful to listen to.
by Noah Ploderer |
Categories:
absence, betrayal, break up, girlfriend,
Why did you choose me to play your game with?
Your eyes of myths,
lead me into the deep waters
Now Stranded,
Soon to sink from waves adrift.
With love,
I try to let you go, even though you've done so long ago.
Your thunderstorm of mischief gave me a black rainbow.
With love,
I try every night to forget everything you said
For every lie I believed caught my heart in your web.
by Melani Udaeta |
Categories:
angst, crush, feelings, love,
Like the hiding Sun
spiraling within the clouds
love left unspoken
a silent smile choked her lips
raging like a thunderstorm.
by Sarah Casey |
Categories:
lost love, me, me,
Post-heart break
and it sinks in.
I try to convince you,
but it's too late.
Too late for trying
too late to change my mind-
cause it's you that I want
and you I think of
when I blink,
breath
or sleep.
But you tore me in half,
gave me your word
and I believed you
oh how I believed you.
You twisted your head,
mind began manipulating
and as I drowned in my own guilt-
because falling for you was default
you caught me in mid-air
unaware it could happen so fast
then you kissed my cheek goodbye-
no explanation.
Only the knots that clenched my lungs
and the throbbing of drenched eyes-
a thunderstorm inside,
mask to decline the assumptions
because
there's a fine line between love and hate
by Keith Baucum |
Categories:
love, woman,
There's more to a woman than her body and curves.
At the core of her brain is a thunderstorm
that rain down wisdom, knowledge, and understanding.
Flooding the soul of man with love in it's truest form.
There's more to a woman than her physical beauty.
She's a living breathing ocean with waves of compassion
leaping from the depths.
Sweeping man up in her current allowing him to swim
in her essences.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet.
by Keith Baucum |
Categories:
love, romantic, woman,
There's more to a woman than her body and curves.
At the core of her brain is a thunderstorm that rain
down wisdom, knowledge, and understanding.
Flooding the soul of man with love in it's truest form.
There's more to a woman than her physical beauty.
She's a living breathing ocean with waves of compassion
leaping from the depths.
Sweeping man up in her current allowing him to swim in
her essences.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet.
by Isabella Lenniro |
Categories:
absence, anxiety, break up, heartbroken, how i feel, sad love, urban,
His heart was warm like the bright sky,
but was this all a lie?
His mind was a thunderstorm,
Deep thrashes of lighting,
Setting fire to the wind.
He smiled with such joy in his eyes,
But yet on the inside,
He slowly wanted to die.
by Melani Udaeta |
Categories:
emotions, feelings, poetry, poets, sad love, storm,
Clouds shed tears for a poetic muse
who never read the prose meant for them;
A writer left with no way to choose,
words left spiraling and overwhelmed;
All of their verse simply begins to mount;
a thunderstorm out of nowhere;
Exploding with bangs crying out
the one who matters just doesn’t care;
Flooded with the ink of a seething storm
weathering whether you read a syllable,
lightning bolts turn paper into a poem
infuriated for the broken and invisible.