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Details | Rhyme |

Perfect Storm

From the forest, deep, she came
Like a jaguar, quietly prowling
Drawn there by my late-day flame
Typhoon in the distance howling.

Black hair with a coal-blue sheen
Eyes like ink and faultless form
Linen sun dress, white and clean
Tawdry tan, my perfect storm.

White-cap sea foam licked the sun
Then softly tasted sweet, its bright
Slow melting on that briny tongue
And savoring still, the fading light.

There beside the aqua ocean
Palm fronds laid in proper form
With sublime and torrid motion
We let loose our perfect storm.

High above, the Perseids streamed
Weeping sky with tears of fire
Wishes granted as we dreamed
Meant for fools to thus inspire.

Flightless angel birthed in darkness
Wrapped me in her pinions, warm
Sacred embers, cold and sparkless
Burning for my perfect storm ...

Lost in her ... my perfect storm.

** FIRST PLACE in the "Standard Contest Number 340" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor. **

** SIXTH PLACE in the "A Perfect Storm" Poetry Contest, Craig Cornish, Sponsor. **

Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

A Perfect Storm

In an open field of endless, noiseless distance,
Rolling clouds cast an impending gloom;
A welcomed and promised darkness descends.
My eyes shut as I breathe in the aroma,
In anticipation of 
The cleansing that quickly approaches.
I cloak myself in the breeze, as it promises a release..
The cool wind, calming, so gently serene...
Sweeping over my overheated skin.
Finally, the fury is perfectly unleashed down upon me.
The winds, gusting in a frenzied rush
My hair whipping haphazardly around, 
Stinging at my face.
I smirk toward the sky, as I silently, but eagerly
Await the onslaught - 
This desperate release that I longed for in secret.
It sought me out, and found me. 
I hear the angry sounds
The roaring, begging to weep alongside me.
When suddenly, the violent tears begin to fall
With a sudden, breathtaking destructiveness.
The thunder, like me, cries out in pain,
With such sadness, angry liquid bathing the parched earth.
It saturates my face, my body drenched.
As I stand in the midst of the deluge, in awe,
Crashing winds attempt to destroy me,
But cannot find the strength.
Until the tears eventually run dry,
The painful clashes and cries become silent..
The skies yield to light, as the great and
Terrible sun demands to be seen.
I open my tear-stained eyes,
And glimpse a different world before me...
Cleansed and made new.
And I cannot understand, nor
Fathom the reality...
Of the beautifully, perfect
Broken release.

Copyright © Shirlee Rincon | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |


Mute but immutable. Unmoving, unmoveable; timeless, yet tireless. Solitary stalwart sentinel surveils undulating horizon. Aberrant, achromatic clouds pock-mark the skies, as distant rumblings herald his adversary's latest gambit in their age-old conflict. The wrath of a thousand crashing, clashing, thrashing fists batter against the beleaguered sentry. Ceaselessly, remorselessly, the maelstrom assails him. But the foundations are firm and noble gatekeeper stands steadfast. Single-minded of purpose, placid custodian morphs into combatant as his luminous, voluminous blade carves luminescent arcs through chthonic cloak. Tenebrous tendrils wither and dissipate, impotent under intense lambent onslaught. His victory is only fleeting, as vanquished foes are summarily supplanted by more of their ilk in a seemingly continual surge. Again and again, over and over, tormentor presses the attack, exploiting any weakness. Over and over, again and again, valiant warden repels the barrage and despatches his enemies. And so the pattern repeats endlessly, unabated, as these eternal opponents jostle for position in a perpetual cycle of aggression and defence. Until eventually, finally, ultimately, the stale-mate is broken; when Tempest's tantrum is tamed and Blizzard's battalions have been banished, all is calm. Tranquillity is able to reassert herself and order has finally been restored; at least for the foreseeable future. Obligations fulfilled, the triumphant Guardian can now rest. Until the need arises again, until he's called upon once more, he will wait patiently, watch diligently, in unflagging vigilance. Forever resolute, a beacon of sanctuary, a symbol of hope, his is a thankless task, but the Protector of Mariners will always be needed. ----------------------------------- (C) John C Michaels, 27 July 2017 For Eve Roper's "Lighthouse" Contest. (1st Place)

Copyright © John Michaels | Year Posted 2017

Details | Imagism |


The day was fine and sunlit,
Decorated by several clouds 
drifting aimlessly in the radiant ocean-blue sky.
Chorused by gentle puffs of the morning breeze,
Sending leaves on the streets twirling like
ballerinas in a dazzling and mesmerising dance.
and the trees too,
waving their twigs like hands saluting people walking past,
Then the emergency siren suddenly shrieked,
Threatening of a descending storm,
Send us scurrying to safety,
As dark clouds stretched across the horizon
and its shadow slowly devours the daylight,
People around the village stormed like a colony of ants panicking
from the incoming storm,
Busy sand-bagging their houses and boarding up their windows with plywood
To keep them from falling apart.

I was inside my study room,
Huddled beneath the mountain of textbooks piling around me,
Terrified that I may not survive
from whatever’s happening outside,
From the storm clouds swarming over the school,
Unleashing sudden, violent bolts of lightning slashing across the skyline
As the deafening roar of thunder echoed through the village,
And then it came.
Cruel and merciless rain beating down upon us,
An untamed ocean of terror and destruction thrown from the unusually blackened sky
accompanied by the howling of immense hurricane-like wind,
Red blood-like sap spurted from the trees
moaning and groaning in agony
As their limbs were brutally ripped away by the monstrous downpour.
The winds were savage animals screaming at the children
While gnawing and clawing at our houses 
like a pack of hungry wolves
searching for their frightened prey.
Iced daggers stabbed at my feet
As the waterfall gushed through our roof
And knocked me to the floor.
Slowing the pressure eased,
as the rain gradually lessoned,
until finally fading into a charming melody,
Resembling the graceful chimes of bells.

The molten-gold rays peaked out over the mountain-tops
Emerging from behind a peaceful sheet of mist,
Casting slanted beams of light shining across the village.
Fluttering of wings could be heard
as birds erupted from their shelters
followed by an explosion of elegant song.
They sailed majestically over the schoolyard in unison,
Chirping and cheeping through the village’s moat of vast forest
as happy as a newborn penguin.
When I stared toward the golden coin glistening in the brilliant sky,
It appeared to me that the day was fine and sunlit,
Decorated by several clouds
drifting aimlessly in the radiant ocean-blue sky.


My poem Storm is an extended metaphor for the emotions around school exams. It is written in three parts: before, during and after the exam. The intended audience is teachers, and the purpose is to elicit sympathy towards students, especially ones who underperform in exams. This poem has a scary mood, featuring the themes of destruction and terror up to the climax when ‘Iced daggers stabbed at my feet/As the waterfall gushed through our roof’. The third stanza used ‘birds’ to metaphorically represent the joyful group of students after the examination. 

Sibilance was used when ‘the emergency siren suddenly shrieked’, with the sharp ‘s’ sound being uncomfortable and shocking to the reader. Sibilance was also used in the previous quote ‘Iced daggers stabbed at my feet’ allowing the reader to picture and feel the uncomfortable and painful scenario of rain ‘gushing’ through the roof like daggers made of ice. The mood intensified at critical points, with similes such as ‘leaves on the streets twirling like ballerinas’. Personification was used in the simile ‘gnawing and clawing at our houses like a pack of hungry wolves’, which exaggerated the wind’s animalistic brutality. An example of vivid auditory imagery is the personification and assonance of the trees that ‘moaned’ and ‘groaned’, which is an unpleasant and painful human sound, strongly appealing to the reader’s empathy. Furthermore, enjambment was used during the second stanza to create an interrupted rhythm. This changed the tone to a more panicked one, engaging the reader in the suspense of the storm. 

Anthropomorphism was used throughout the second stanza, where the storm clouds were accompanied by ‘the deafening roar of thunder’ and throws down upon the village ‘an untamed ocean of terror and destruction’. The use of lending a human element to a non-human subject (eg. Storm) allows the reader to emphasise with the feelings of the ‘villagers’, increases the relativity between the storm and the villagers, and also granting character to the subject (ie. Storm). 

Structurally, the shape of the text varied dramatically (not shown on the site, due to space availability) during the second stanza to represent the calamity and disorder brought by the storm, contrasted with the peace before and after the storm. The poem was also framed by repeating the same three lines at the beginning and end. This engages the reader in the message that no storm lasts forever just like exams. 


Copyright © Jamie Pan | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Alone In The Dark

I opened my eyes,under. 
A bleak atmosphere-
deserted I beheld.
Sinuous channels flowing.
Sounds escaped,
As I walked on vast layer 
Of permafrost.
Beyond the horizon,the 
World lay bare.
With my heart in my 
Hand,I passed thru 
Argyle And Hellas,amid 
eerie Sounds echoing as 
Storms circled,forming 
Shadowy figures.
Storms etching
The terrain,light   
Coloured dust particles
Created shifting light
And dark patterns.
How came I into this 
Voiceless world?
Three thousand miles, 
Across is chasm;beneath 
Lay the throne of Hades
I thought.
Drawing near,I jolted
As I heard a voice.
In the ship, this voice
Echoed in my ears-
"Welcome to earth!"

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

The Twilight Moor

Gazing out upon dusky barren moor,
Where gray grass grasps the air
Finding no purchase but sad allure
Straight stalks elapse their endless despair.

Teased by tales of golden reach
Tricked by gales, whose song they preach.

Redtail’s velvet wings breach the sky,
Maroon lips who kiss the grass
Stirring the song, its desperate sigh
Catching the words, her beak of crystal glass

Behind her, midnight shadow draws
Fells her beauty with unseen charcoal paws

Scarlet tears dampen the earth below
Nurture the roots held by dusty truth
Finally, the wind, gray grass’ will bestow
The hawk once, now the fountain of youth.

Litany of silence reigns in dusky glare,
Each blade bowed in mournful prayer.

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |


Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

A Storm is Brewing

A storm is brewing as the wind hastens,
the darkening troposphere trembles
with the tornado's teeming tempest afar.
Cumulonimbus clouds meet, gathering to 
brood, to share their destructive morose 
mood, just as he did that fearful, fateful night
as his friends gathered about taunting him.
This would be no ordinary storm, but a deadly
terrorizing storm exceeding all previous storms.

As the tornado strikes, Hades is awakened
to rise up with Cerberus at his side to
meet the onslaught of obliteration and
blood spilled and spattered with a frenzied
unrelenting wind force exceeding 100 mph.
The house destroyed, his family winging
their way toward heaven's golden gates,
there would be no rendering of redemption.

As the tornado became weak and dissipated,
spent from spinning and swirling its wrath,
its path of decimation and destruction lay
bare with the departed and hard hearted who
cast his lot and became besot to spend his
final unremorseful days of hate with Hades.

April 18, 2016

*Hades was lord of the underworld and ruler of the dead 
in Greek mythology.

*Cerberus was the three-headed guard dog belonging to Hades.

To read more about Hades:

Note* This poem parallels the wrath and destruction
of a tornado with a man who goes berserk and, during 
a frenzied rampage, kills his entire family.

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

the love we had seemed so far away

i look to stars and wishes flew through space never to be heard again
fun to friends hearts do meld and break facing until time ends
this loop that plays and beats that syncopate become but a gem
pleasure a chest opened in surprise feeling no need to defend
galaxies away lonely planets  please keep me in mind
 distance could grow something fond or lost between the lines
gps my love you can see  its still where I  left it behind
thoughts fade away with life love lives forever in my rhyme

Im sorry, I wanted more,with  all this space between
disconnected and I still look to that day
we talked on the phone, our separate homes
the love we had seemed so far away

without air i couldnt breathe squeezed until I'm passing by
no water flow my skin would dry and I return to the sky
sunny days would blacken out, attracting need for desperate lies
to make up for the beauty lost from death slowly closing my eyes
that fire once sparking motion snuffed in huffs slipping away
drifting I sway shaky grounds where once I sat easily and stay
upon my feet I still float drowning out all thoughts that stray
Tho these ends can come swift its worse to miss and hear you say

Im sorry, I wanted more,with  all this space between
disconnected and I still look to that day
we talked on the phone, our separate homes
the love we had seemed so far away

down the road,flying free, I ride the wave and hope for your return
through several seas and cloudy peaks, storms of sand, I will not turn
helpless to fate and future events, nothing prevents something to learn
  sights may not sore, nothing much looking more, isn't my concern
I hope the best and happyness is true to bless you, not just in dreams
we can meet when we sleep discussing life while sleeping seems
thanks for trying Im not exactly dying, banes of  sentient beings
real enough moving on is rough, i'll love you forever, writting my means

Copyright © Davin Payne | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic monologue |


 Always right with me, behind my back,
 The enslaved don't have hope,
 I go, I read, but it stuck with my skin, with me,
 The shadow ransacks behind, a nervous contour.

 Always to us days conceal a pressure,
 There is no ease of space on rising,
 The invisible soldier squeezes hoops,
 The security guard constant in a campaign.

 Without knowing a tightness of steel fetters,
 We live, we slide, meeting on the road,
 But shadows..., shadows in a trace thoughtfully look,
 Without us they aren't present, without us they a trifle, - dust on soles,
 That stuck on a threshold.

 "Be rich, or die, trying to become," -
 The line in number Ferrari is punched,
 The shadow can do everything, doesn't dare to fly only..., -
 To the earth on iron chain chained.

Copyright © Serge Belinsky | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

The Lonely Army

When wind’s silence 
heralds boundless oblivion
and the trembles of cracked earth
raise the dust of tears
dried by the boundless footfalls
of sallow flesh

When a thread of gold
brings unearthly thought
and the misconception
of suns fallen
drives foolish men to their knees
in unending tremors

An army of one
frees the air from his fingertips
and stays not his opal blade
as it bites the rotted gray necks 
of kings released from their wrongful bliss
by his trembling palms

An army of one
unconstrained by nature’s volume
freed by the sin of his naivety
yet, bound by earth’s oldest secret
as the scarlet sun weeps
its bloodied tears

An army of one
his cloak worn through
by the acid blood of his deception
and his bones stilled; 
the branches of a dying oak
which no longer caress the wind

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part VI

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

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part IV

Culminates in a washout
Stuffed camels get soaked

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

''The Essence of Your Love'' revised

The essence of your love is wrath,-- 
a gale, a tempest: a stormy path! 
It is the breath and soul of God,
a being whose vengeance is broad.

It is a thunderous, loud peal--
a thunderclap that we both feel;
it is a storm that blasts our coasts,
destroying all that we love most.

It is a menacing, strong squall
that bodes misfortune for us all;  
it is an angry hurricane
that creates misery and pain.

In peace, it pacifies your anger
and warms us all without danger:
the essence of your love’s now new,-- 
a source of heat that burns so true! 

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

A shelter from the storm

A shelter from the storm,
of life's torment.
A place of safety,
with no lament.
When your life seems,
so unstable,
Let God's loving arms,
turn the tables.

When you're running on
slippery ground,
when you are lost,
he can be found.
He can be your sun,
strength and shield.
He's right there waiting,
in his word, he is revealed.

Yes, God is a refuge, a rock,and a tent,
A shelter to all who seek him,
and repent.

John Derek Hamilton  October 23,2015

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |

Storm in a Teacup

Silence does a reconnaissance around the room 
betraying not my artillery of thoughts
that acknowledge the elephant in the room 
so starts the ceremony that seeks to save soldiers

body language begins to breakdown barriers 
as actions march in motion anticipating
the ritual of tea that takes centre stage 
tactically open to observation and interrogation

all actions organised to be economically efficient
calibrated by the infra red eye of the guest
animosity surrenders respectfully and retreats
a ceasefire that allows peace to deploy and enter

steam captivates a tea cup holding it hostage
watching whilst water wages war on leaves
cajoling caressing domineering them to 
release  and surrender their secrets and serve

with military precision this tea sets in motion
a tour of duty washing away all detachment
reminding us to deploy civilized actions
that counter attack collateral damage

the tea ceremony symbolically strategises 
and ambushes all thoughts of war away
quenching the thirst for covert operations
once again a creating coup d'etat in a cup

Copyright © Fate Dictates | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Free Reign

Wild grains of ice
blow, swirl,
form flurried frosty fantastic clouds,
evaporating as space floats up
to form a soft steel sky,
bleak backdrop behind
swaying naked trees conducting
winter's full-blowing opera.

Some approach
briefly sway
bouncing isolative moments,
absorbed into white water wind,
incarnate grace of laced exquisite space.

Bands and billows
tornado up
sweep down blanket roofs
around and past,
greet this eternally dramatic day,
then move on
coincidental adventive play,
compassion mating breath 
and blood-flow beat.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part V

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

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


When the storm is over you
And you feel the ocean waves
Crashing and pushing you around
Let me be your lighthouse

When you feel your strength waning
And you can’t swim anymore
If the waves won’t let you float
Let me be your lighthouse

If you feel the rocks below
Cutting and hurting your tired body
And you think of letting go
Let me be your lighthouse

If the pain becomes too much
And the storm inside makes you sink
If you have no more hope
Let me be your lighthouse

Let me lend you my strength
For my light will show the way
To calm and peaceful oceans
Where you can rest and refrain

From sinking in the dark abyss
For my light will keep you afloat
It will keep the dangers at bay
Until you can reach the shore

Let me lend you my strength
Let me be your support rock
Until you can conquer the pain
Until you can defeat the storm

Then the strength you have inside
Will shine white and bright
Your light will join mine
And there will be two lighthouses

December 31, 2016

Copyright © Claudia Polydoro | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |


We loved without regards to who did not want us together.
We disregarded their threats.
If I could have let go, I surely would have.
Now, I stand looking out the window in sadness.
Will the sun shine again?

It seems like I cannot come in out of the storm.
The rainfall is drowning my emotions.
My mind is with him in his tomb.
This is the saddest love.

Internal visages emerge, miens seen daily via her demeanor.

My life is a mess.
I have lost someone dear through no fault of my own.
I am left without anyone to depend on.
Lord, by your grace, I shall overcome the saddest love.

Depression is a lifelong malaise.
The visual inspiration given shows discontent.
Unhappiness she faces.
Her man’s life has be taken.
She is visiting him in his grave.
The saddest love has fasciae.
Penned on MAY 13, 2014!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |


LIGHTNING CRASHES morning winds whip blowing raindrops hitting like small stones… yellow grey sky watching trees thrashed in the wind lightning veins ignite skies with bone rattling thunder power blinking on and off like bad weather who causes this lightning flash from clouds that move like places of force gagging mouths with windblown hair tearing voices of sea blinding lights with lives of the dead extravagant like torture paths narrowed then hallowed… do you understand who moves these clouds with perfection and skill? we cannot even look at suns which shine so brightly in the skies golden pleasure comes from the mountain of God there is only one place simmering with profuse perfume there… snares efface themselves Zeros shutting on nothing but perfection © Kim van Breda—27 October 2015

Copyright © Kim van Breda | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

The Sun and the Moon

And so I Climb
Into a tree so High 
In which bares fruits upon fruit throughout time 
This Tree is blessed
Stands strong without hence
Weathering storms 
It sways to the way of the wind 
Such power
Stood rooted through a hurricane storm
To weather more 
A rise high towering the sky
with a beam of light 
Day and night 

Copyright © Tiffany Diaz | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic Verse |

Thy Self

He can not answer this for her
The tides deterged are clear
Their feelings on a pendulum
Is something both so fear

To sail the seas around the world
Expecting not a storm
A pleasant voice without complaint
Unable to perform

Emotions let one's feelings out
Don't bottle them inside
A balance keeps one's measure poised
Contentment to abide

When chaos hits its not too late
Maintaining self control
To trust in Him and not on self
Submit one's heart and soul

Copyright © Thomas Carney | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Assailing Marine

The sea is calm and collected
A sparkling blanket of blue
But on the horizon looms a tempest
And the veil becomes choppy

Lightning strikes in the distance
Causing the tidal sheets to vacate
Like the cocking of a pistol
And the mouth of Poseidon opens wide

The wall of destruction approaches
Bowing to nothing, the terror
It bears an iron fist
And the great wave swallows

Nothing but darkness remains
With a swirling, watery chaos
A strange limbo surrounds
For a time, lacking direction

But suddenly the bath plug is pulled
And the liquid devastation dissipates
The trident returns to its cradle
And the storm subsides


Copyright © Kaelan Fox | Year Posted 2016

Details | Blank verse |

The Blizzard

My mother says 
I’m a blizzard
She also compared me to 
a volcano
And a tornado

She said my room was like 
a hurricane

And that my closet was 
so messy 
I might have a few 
Cadavers lying around in there

Anyway—the storms? 

I noticed they’re all 
Massive calamities
Uncontrollable forces of nature

They’re destructive
Almost beautiful

I like that idea:
Being dangerous and beautiful
But I don’t know if that’s exactly what she meant.

Copyright © Margorie Clemente | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |


Slicing through bellowing winds,
Cracking the mirror in two;
Black silhouettes cascade down the glass,
Catching the golden hues
that stare, deceived by their own reflections
marred in the murky depths,
never to see truth.

Copyright © Jasmine Khurana | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Storm Cloud

My marvelous storm cloud,
My vaporific Vel,
I cannot say your name out loud
I hide beneath your spell.

Though you kill sunlight,
You remind me that it’s there,
But when you hide my inner light,
You are quite a dark nightmare.

Once I did hate you,
I cannot do so now.
You take away the bright sky blue--
It’s night time, anyhow.

And one question remains:
Can you ever be loved?
I know hurricanes
Could never be shoved.

But the wind you create
Pushes me over
Will you never abate?
I pluck a four-leafed clover...

I wish you back in the Well,
Living there without me.
But after I fell,
You would not let me be.

Please, Vella,
Leave me alone.
I’ll take out my umbrella,
Just look how I’ve grown.

Watered by your tears
And warmed by your absence,
But, gentle for years,
You haven’t stabbed since
We left the Wishing Well.

Copyright © Vella Taliare | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dramatic Verse |


The signs are here, for all to see,
The thunder clouds, the dying tree.
The shining lights, that draw you near,
Loud heavy music, in your ear.

By word of mouth, or through cyber space,
The hidden pictures, of your face,
The northern lights, are dancing south,
The rumours you hear, by word of mouth.

The sign are falling, from the sky,
Raining stars, on the passers by,
While the battle rages, on underground,
The innocent dying, without a sound.

The cries of heaven, the screams in hell,
That no one hears, down in this well,
The terrible beauty, the open wound,
The innocent babies, in open tombs.
For all to see, for all to hear,
The blind man's painting, the deaf man's ear.

The birds are falling, the fishes drowned,
What once was up, has now become down,
The tender and loving, an empty shell,
The gross and the ugly, now the rallying bell.

The signs are here, for all to see,
Titanic sinking, on a blood red sea.

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Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013

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With none in my infant's mouth, I was born
Even though a big silver spoon I craved
Of an affluence, I was left quite forlorn
Hence, contentment without the spoon I craved

For myself, a black wooden spoon I made
Spooning my mouth with every contentment
Said I then to my heart: 'good it's self-made'
Oh! I love the darkness, my excitement

In my tea cup, there was a stubborn storm
To break my spoon it gladly desired
With a strong resistance and great reform
Courageously said my spoon: 'you're fired'

The stubborn storm it calmed, where art the loon?
So adorable! My black wooden spoon

N.B: I have used 'my black wooden spoon' as a metaphor for contentment.
Stanza 1 expresses my wish to be born with a silver spoon in my mouth (I.e to be born rich)
Stanza 2 expresses my self-discipline, diligence and contentment since I wasn't born rich.
Stanza 3 expresses  that there are trying times difficult to deal with.
Stanza 4 expresses how contentment calms covetousness especially if one is a loon.

Copyright © Adeniji Toluwalope Gideon | Year Posted 2017