Storm Alliteration Poems | Examples
These Storm Alliteration poems are examples of Alliteration poems about Storm. These are the best examples of Alliteration Storm poems written by international poets.
Serene sunset, star studded sky, seamen setting sail,
Sixteen salty sailors, surveying southern seas,
Singing somewhat spicily, saucy sea shanties.
Sea sirens serenading, seductively sedates,
Sailors sleeping senselessly, soon sacrifice shipmates.
Shipwrecked sailors swimming, seeking sandy shores.
Spiral sea shells strident sounds, staccato semaphores.
Steering south, steel steamships, start searching stormy seas,
Searchlights, sirens, struggling, serendipity succeeds.
Soul - searching self survivors, salute salvation's sanctuary.
10 / 11 / 2024.
Sheep Sam could not seek sleep that night
as storm sounds crashed and clashed;
the thunder blasted booms while bright
bold beams of lightning lashed.
So sadly, Sam said, “We can't sleep-
the big booms bash so loud!”
But then, they heard a chirpy cheep-
a true tweet in their crowd!
“Oh yes”, said Sparrow Sue, “You know
this scary storm won't last;
it helps the green grass greatly grow
as rich rain feeds it fast.
So, ease your ears and eyes- think how
our fading field of green
will grow the coolest clover now
our home has ever seen!”
And so, the sleepless sheep slept well
until the storm-free sun
sent scents of their best breakfast smell-
green grass and fine food fun!
BROTHERLY RIVAL
Boldly, brothers battle for bragging rights
Nigeria and Ghana, neighbors in night
Gigantic egos clash, a game of might
Healthy rivalry, or so it's in sight.4
Music, movies, memorable moments;
These brothers bit-in on each other's boats.
Nimble Nigerians navigate noble norms,
Ghanaians gaze, green with envy's forms8
Raucous rivalry reigns, a roaring storm
Eager eagles eye each other's form
Naija ninjas, the Eagles, no dey carry last
Ghana grits greatly with games of the past.¹²
Bold brothers boast, banter and jest
Raucous rivalry rocks, a restless nest
Eager eagles engage, in endless test
Sibling supremacy, a serious quest¹6
Nigeria's nobles navigate noble deeds
Ghana's giants gaze, with gleaming needs
Rivalry rages, a roaring blaze
Eager eagles eye, each other's ways²°
Bold brothers battle, for brotherly pride
Raucous rivalry reigns, far and wide
Ghana/Nigeria eagerly engage in endless stride
For sibling supremacy, so serious to put aside.²4
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©?19th May, 2024.
Moments mirror
slow-motioned silhouettes,
suspended in the still
of trickling time.
Your hands
have yet to feel me,
though I've never
felt so touched.
Tangled
in the tension
between our bated breath,
eager to explore,
altering the air
now heavy and electric.
Fleeting flashes
blur between us,
on the brink,
summoning the surge
of a storm yet to break.
Your arms
weave their way
around my waist,
shattering time’s tempo.
Our lips linger,
and you inhale
my sigh, slowly.
Then you kiss me,
fast and fierce.
In mortibus corde
Latin In Death’s Heart
You breathe in the blood of the reaper
The seeker of all our sullen souls
My diamond tears frost my ruby encrusted cheeks
I am frowning rainbow
Daytime I desire the nightly hour
Sword filled seconds sing
I recite by candlelight cautious prayer
Warming my wilted wildflower heart
To be in death's wing
His bones a magical harp
I’m moving through the melancholy maze of mizpath
With the falcate falcon moon
Beating upon my bedraggled body
Star bridge connects us once again…
Our hearts beat as Jupiter's storm
In wonderment I glaze upon gazes of your glorious eyes
They flash forever in fruition
Like two mahogany ribbons wrapping
Through constellations
I burst out of bleak black holes
We star step throughout eternity
Time whispers morning
Your spirit fades
I arise like golden sun hidden by storm clouds
And must mush through a matrix day
I wink to myself
Your flesh is aftertaste upon my spiritual lips
January 10th 2019
A picture appeared on my phone today,
on the proverbial page I perused.
A view of an evil most vile,
villainy veiled behind verve and vim.
Sadists from Auschwitz,
smiling in a storm.
Shoulders shrugging,
to shield from the sky.
No hint of the horrors,
the Holocaust they heralded.
Not haunted like the humans they harrow,
but hyenas, howling, in high humor after the hunt.
Their consciences clear, their cruelty concealed,
their cheer chills me to the core.
They caused such wicked calvary,
a calamity that echoes into the current century.
Yet they dare to delight,
while they deal in death and dread.
Their depravity so deep that they grin,
as they decry virtue and destroy millions.
But what mortifies me more is,
how mundane their mien.
Will we fear the next fiends fittingly,
or in time... if their faces feel like friends'?
Where frosty flurries flourish
Sailing silver clouds stop,
Driving drips do nourish
Where would-be rains drop
Above a timbered tundra land
Laden lumber under showy snow,
Pretty piles of icy inches expand
Wild winter winds bellow below
A bathing beauty became the birch
And diamond bubbles graced her lap,
Sparkling clean, crested a new perch
Was on her head a shower cap
The pungent pine no longer evergreen
With cones of vanilla like ice cream,
Veiled in volumes of a scene serene
Frosty flurries flourish a January dream.
Autumn first of all to fall for winter's sprawl
Snuggling and warm inside
Winter's storm bellowing blustering boasting
Snow deepening by the hour.
Once snow melts then comes spring
All will bud of everything.
Spring is a special season
Sensationally satisfactional growing
Going to be a living wonder. Days of
Icy escapes be gone.
Lively spring falling for summer
On this day we will count the
Time to summer's dawn deliriously
Delicately delightful Dandelions daisies
Daffodils especially Excellently essentially
Exciteful.
A PLEASANTLY MAGNIFICENT THING
If our love does not sustain,
We should try again or else
Rave into the pouring rain.
Monsoon torrential consumes
Necessities of potential.
Differences between us drown
Drenched drops pouring. The
Night is ours. For ours is the
Power of the storm. Lover's rain
Pouring insane we will maintain
Our love this way this night
Shine moon heartbeats tune
We are lovers...
Fighting against fate
THE LOVE OF US.
RAIN!!
Quarantine quotations' quiz
Queerly quail queen's quill
Quietly quite quickly
Silently, slowly, soothingly
Soul breathing in the melting whispers
Seas surrounding me, sensations
Sensitive, prayers and psalms, poetry
Soundless hues of inspiration,
Secrets abiding in the place of dreams
Sincerity stirring embers of hope
Serenity abiding so I can surely cope
Source of sympathy, sailing, softly
Slightly stimulating the rhythms
Stanzas of praise, grace in flames
Seeking smiles, shimmering suns
Strengthening spirits, sparking sighs
Suggestions of stillness, satisfying
Seafaring dreams soaring on wings
Spontaneous steadfastness, support
Stealthily stealing away to the deep
Someplace where stories are felt!
Sailing stories are the sweetest
Splendid sequences of stormy silence
Sailing Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
July 23, 2022
Nameless nomad from nowhere
needed nurturing in nestling niche,
where enticed excitement exuberant
enveloped enshrined emotions evermore.
On valiant venerable voyage,
vague venture veered in verdant valley,
ever eager to enter enthralling enclave
of enduring endearment enchanting,
reminded me to revere romantic rhythm
of reverie rippling on rapt rapture.
In storm of strife sad shadow swathed the sky,
in my life’s listless landscape
I lost lunar luminosity of your lilac love.
Exceedingly eager I emerged enamored
at the euphoric edge of ebullient ecstasy,
tried to tread the tantalizing twilight trail,
travel to your tulip tinged turquoise terrace.
My mind marauding in mauve meadow
murmured mesmerized, “don’t maroon me”,
even if eroding emerald enchantment
ever ended embittered, embedded in ember.
My grey garden got green glitzy glow,
fervor filled my firmament for I found you,
owned you overtly orbiting my obscure orb.
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March 19, 2022
Contest : My Lost And Found Love
Sponsored by : JCB Brul
I
Wolves howl, wonderfully if eerily, as winds -
Under the weather when weather is artic
One least expects this clime in the tropics
His tin roof resists, rattles, reverberates
Wrapping a cloak more tightly, he falls to his knees
The spiders, sparrows, and starlings cohabiting hear, "LORD, please -
Save my roof. I can't afford to lose mine." By degrees
The winds cease; the man remains on his knees
For the rain is heard in sleets, sheets of water
Welcome for fauna and flora ... do they feel an aura?
A man who once knew God as Friend, had then turned -
Like Grandfather in Spyri's Heidi story, on everyone
Gone up on the mountain, monk-like, beyond year 1
Rarely came down among people and provision
Surviving all kinds of weather with few books and Bible
A small radio, and no other luxuries, but a kettle
That whistled its witness: weathering heights again!
Among eagles and kites (and a beloved peregrine)
Seriously searching seldom she sees
Solitude she savours so succinctly
Spaces she searches satisfying soul
Sufficiently sating silencing storm
Slowly surfacing so specially still
Sighting ships serenely sailing seas
Sonorous sounds silenced successfully
Written 5th April 2021
Contest SAVOURING SOLITUDE IN 7 LINES
Sponsor JCB Brul
2nd Place
~Silent snow storms suddenly spotless snow supplies smoothly sleighs falls
2/21/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021