Best Crashes Poems
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
Lightning crashes
The rolling thunder
Passes the wind
Russell Sivey
thunder crashes. . . .
near the fireplace I inhale
rain’s scent in your hair
you snuggle
warmly in my arms. . . .
I taste your mouth
For Charles Henderson's
Short Short Haiku Poetry Contest
Lightning crashes as I reach out my hand, I long to feel your touch.
Feel your breath surround me now, my unbridled fear overcomes.
Frozen in time is all I know, but I sense that you are there.
I feel your whisper like a breeze, as the wind blows my long dark hair.
My legs are heavy and unable to move, as the quicksand drowns my soul.
Hurry please and save me now, can you hear my silent screams?
I don’t think my heart can take this rush, listening for you to call my name.
The chaos creates a deafening hush, as my night time turns to day.
My eyes slowly open to see your face, my senses react and understand.
Lying in your arms embrace now, your presence is with me everywhere.
I now see your protection never fails, at my side you will always be.
So safely I close my eyes at night, no worries that you’ll leave.
You’re with me through thick and thin, my longing heart will forever believe.
a july morning crashes
with the thunder
gentle rat-a-tat rhythm
rain-tears on a metal skin
his shoulders are slumped
his heart the drum
loved by all yet loved by none
the storm intensifies
in and around him
zephyr screams at the trees
flesh rips from their bones
fire cracks the sky
and when the wind and rain
have had enough
they release him
to find his way
home
A wave crashes over me--
splatters its moonlit
eye,
spilling me
onto the shore:
Speaking of vintage:
its greatness,
not in the uncorked past,
but consumable
moment....
Often I come to the sea
at night
and reminisce
when time was simply ocean spray,
its grains of sand
all warmth
and comfort.....
Cristalline turquoise waves crash the rocks
As a barometer of the
Ebullient passion that looms
When the white dressed lady
And the gentleman
Embraced in a
Passionate
Fervid
Clutch
3-21-2016
Fictional
the laces are caught up
& torn down the side
the words that once held up
have long been discarded
tender silk & flesh,
now covered with lines
let our scars remind us;
we're still alive
Half quarter to four
I am here To little tour
Where I go to detour
Come, show me in an hour
Drive your little white car..
Seeing you on a mile dart..
Oh! heart begin to start..
Pumping twice I can't halt..
On dark colored glasses..
Your looks on dashes..
My cheeks runs flushes.
Surrounding seems on crashes..
By: olive_eloi
4:10 pm
11/18/2013
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A chatty raccoon in a plaid racing cap
Crashed our party with a lighting zap.
Showed our guests a brand new computer app.
An intelligent creature, quite a lovely chap.
Some partygoers danced on his fluffy lap.
Landing hard on the floor, a hearty whap.
If they annoy you, I said, give ‘em a slap.
This advice caused him to laugh and flap.
He spoke of an enormously keen treasure map.
One of the guests looked and said it was crap.
Another said don’t be a crazy old sap.
A third one began to speak of her disgusting pap.
Chatty raccoon’s head was held on by a strap.
Did not untie it for it was a conspiracy trap.
He began to boogie with a whistle and clap.
Loved this party-going raccoon who never did nap.
Epic Sadness When A Beautiful Dream Crashes
I am yet alive
racing into
red fires
this body
feels
no pain
trekking across
tall mountains
jumping into
verdant valleys
so far below
seeing
soft soothing
rivers
spread into
planted fields
beaver
enjoying
Nature's fast
flowing flood
I step forth into
grey mists
my dream state
finally
shows
its ravenous
teeth
there in
murky shadows
a beastly thing
growly and
fangs showing
it steps out
red eyes glaring
right at
Me
shivers splash from
my spine
and
I knew
this
monster
I would
have to
fight
arrives...
As it
it
charged
I step back
and my kick
scored
backward
the beast
fell
its hideous
head cut open
I saw green
blood
gushing out
as it
died
a cloud
whisked it
away
Then she
appeared
a sexy
kiss
she gave
I fell at
her feet
my goddess had came
back
her eyes flashed
a true
and deep love
an echo
blared
O' hell no
not again that damn
clock
alarm
woke
me up
and my
crashing
anger
raged
for reality
had
just
raised
its ugly head
and sadly
worked called.
Robert J. Lindley,
free verse
9-16-2023
Note;
In my youth I had this dream several times.
And each time the alarm clock woke me up.
I finally threw the clock against the wall and broke it.
A most fitting end to a very dastardly foe.rjl
Flourishing grains, sanding giant thunder rocks
Pacific craves some enormous structures.
In Night, twinkle electric crash hazes
Land delivers satisfaction near rushing giant timeless seas.
Laying in my cozy bed,
I oft wonder
why?
why am I here when others not?
those that make a simple mistake
and perish, yet I am here
a friend telling me
“you have more lives than cats”
not a consolation to my deliriums
The plethora of experiences too plentiful
to parlay into one poem
sixteen at last count
multiple careening crashes, a gas tank explosion,
illness, being hit by a car while standing at an ATM
the litany long and varied but one stands out
playing on a recently unfrozen pond
raft fighting as it were
young hearts being foolish
falling in backwards, a non-swimmer
it is so cold, frostbite pins & needles cold
I am going deeper and deeper
it is getting colder and colder
darker and darker
until it is totally dark
no lingering thoughts, it is over
then a pinprick of light
drawing closer
it grows and grows
until I am in the light
it is oh so warm here
the lack of sound creating
an incredulous peacefulness
for a fear filled life
can I stay forever, please
except that is not my destiny
not that day or those others
rescued by a neighbor’s father
delivered unconscious to a mother
still questioning the why
Andreas Simic©
Slashes and Crashes
Slashes and Crashes
Our thoughts and buying habits;
Way we look at things.
About budget crunch;
Was bare bones even at lunch;
Put some in savings.
Could be other things,
Did not think about before;
Others suggested.
They could not hear me
Or forgot what they have head;
From brains disappeared.
Was it wire-tapped;
Or those whose wires were trapped,
Whose lines had been crossed.
Jim Horn
Over 1500 crashes in Toronto alone, the ice storm of the century
People who challenged the conditions soon realized the treachery
Better to call in sick with the flu
Than risk a broken bone or two
The smart ones can still walk and still able to watch Jeopardy