Best Earth Shaking Poems


Sunday Morning Rhapsody

The early morning walkabouts
 gathers in the view
an ocean tide of green yellowed sprouts
 splashing throughout in garden cue
as flower buds edge forth upon the turf
 and petal blossoms flutter down to earth.

It's late spring n pause assumed
 upon the garden splash
when flowers once budded and bloomed
 but never seem long enough to last.
but there it is, a rhapsody
 somewhere hiding in tree leaves.

Unseen but well heard
 a ballad for the seasons repeating
an echoed repertoire of a mockingbird
 filled with spring and summer greetings
calling out melodies earth-shaking
 enjoy the Sunday morning with little hesitating.
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Elephant's Grandeur

Where sun-kissed savannahs endlessly sweep,
And acacia crowns the skies, a verdant keep,
A titan walks, with earth-shaking tread,
A monument of grace, with wisdom bred.

Oh, Elephant, colossal and wise,
Your eyes, like embers, gleam beneath the skies.
Your ivory tusks, like sun-bleached spears,
Pierce the heavens, dispelling all our fears.

Through emerald depths, you silently stride,
A living fortress, with nature as your guide.
Your trunk, a trumpet, blasts a rhythmic call,
Echoing through valleys, grand and tall.

With a gentle touch, you pluck a leafy prize,
Nourishing your form, beneath the sunlit skies.
Matriarch wise, with love unbound,
You lead your herd, on sacred, ancient ground.

Oh, Elephant, guardian of the plains,
Your ears, like maps, etched with wisdom's gains.
You listen to the whispers of the earth,
Guiding your steps, is a testament to your worth.

But shadows lurk, a darkness cast afar,
Where greed and folly wage a callous war.
Forests recede, and poachers stalk the night,
Threatening your future, with a consuming blight.

Let us stand tall, and raise a voice so strong,
To shield these giants, where they rightfully belong.
For in their presence, we find our guiding light,
A mirror to our soul, a future ever bright.

So let us cherish them, these titans of the land,
Protecting their haven, with a caring hand.
For in their grandeur, a truth we come to see,
Respect for all creatures, eternally.

Oh, Elephant, may you forever roam,
In lands untamed, your true and sacred home.
A timeless emblem, of strength and majesty,
Forever etched, in Earth's tapestry.

Premium Member The Devil's Own Kindred

The winds howled screaming with death's verdict,
His icy fingers grappled at the ships haul,
Pulling and twisting without any mercy's salvation.
Vengeance's arch angel, his black robes rippling in
The hostile breeze, heckles at the dying souls
As the last grasping for life is hushed,
 Beneath the waves murky deep.
He gathers these unfortunate within his blackend nets,
 Relishing in their pains agony,
Feasting upon regrets darkest harvest.
A darker kingdom welcomes their demonic honored father,
Ruling this land of fire and bone chilling ice,
Hatred's faithful bow low, unto this shunned by god.
In the shadows realm deviate malformations dance
A waltz in tune with dooms echoing to come.
Hush creatures of the night, for it shall come,
My children in kindred's spirits of thou’est most evil.
When the bowels of heaven are shut tight, and
Darkness consumes the world of man, so than
Harken well it tolls the bellows of doom.
Blowing their trumpets casting asunder by thunders
Earth shaking mighty hammer, will fall and
Crack the world in two,
Than shall we not feast upon the meek
And mislead.
No salivations prayers can save them,
For they belong to me.
For am I not the sinful father, embracing
These fallen children within my dark embrace,
Is this not what they've asked for,
To join me in this masquerade of death.
A wicked snare breaks across his dry
Blistered lips,
As a cackles laughter echoes from this no mans
Land of the living dead!
Here life evades capture, and only terrors
Shackles rattle at freedoms liberation,
Teasing its prisoners with a breath of fresh
Air from the world above.
A torturous paradise for those forsaken,
But it feeds the crimson lord and master
Quit well.
Hell's ebony doors slam shut behind him,
As he rests upon his bloody throne!
Soon my brethren echoes into the night,
As the moons illusion shines across the
Unsuspecting world at somber,
Dreaming left unaware, unsuspected
Just as he likes it.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
© Cherl Dunn  Create an image from this poem.

Word Rock - An Indian Ballad

The Trees spoke quietly to me today
They said there's a great storm headed your way

I went to the wise old owl to ask about this
For I was afraid of all I might miss

He shook his head and grandly spread his wings
but not before saying, "My child, look to your dreams"

He said to lay my head on a dark, stone, cold rock 
And dream my  dreams that will help me unlock

Dream dreams of opportunities just for the taking
After that you will feel a great earth shaking

Things had to change and now it was up to me
But there was one more that I needed to see

I went to Word Rock my Cherokee child
For my dream was haunting and not very mild

Don't be afraid of the storm that comes your way
For the great spirit showed me; there will be no dismay

I'll speak to the storm, the wind and the rain
But it's all up to you and your Indian name

Use your strength and your mind to make sense of it all
Leave the past behind and you will not fall!

Go forth, Word Rock, go forth!

Premium Member Please Stand By

Please stand by for this important announcement
Of news you’ll most assuredly not want to miss
A newsworthy, earth-shaking pronouncement
More startling than your first unexpected kiss.

Your favorite television program is interrupted
Just when you’re about to watch Final Jeopardy,
You’d think the U.S. government was bankrupted
By the sound of the announcer’s anxious perfidy.

Instead, there’s a tennis player who’s deported
From Australia, his name you never heard before
Seems his lack of a vaccine he too openly sported
Forever, hereafter, he’ll never again be obscure.

All you wanted to know was who won Jeopardy
You had waited all day long for today’s show,
For you faithfully watch your program daily
To see the champion trivia winner’s earnings grow.

written January 18, 2022

Pronounced Side Effect Upon My Dreams

Pronounced side effect upon my dreams...
courtesy Fluoxetine hydrochloride

Fluoxetine Hcl (C17H18F3NO·HCl)
known as Selective Serotonin
Reuptake Inhibitor (SSRI),
especially prescribed to treat
depression, panic disorder,

and obsessive-compulsive disorder
the above symptoms
profoundly experienced by yours truly
said prescription medication
seriously impacts sleep (mine).

Debilitating panic attacks
wrought (particularly years gone by)
physiological displeasures chiefly constituting
vertigo, racing heart, nausea,
excessive perspiration, adrenaline
coursing thru body,

whereby Prozac (brand name regarding
aforementioned synthesized chemical)
ameliorated unbearable, unmanageable, untenable...
earth-shaking, devastating, 
and crushing manifestations
disabling, exhausting, jackknifing... functionality
hijacking life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness.

Essentially yours truly experiences
dilemma analogous to sleep deprivation,
cuz ofttimes upon arising,
I feel utterly tuckered out, exhausted, bushed...
thus zapped body, mind and spirit

ill suited to physical,
mental or spiritual endeavor
subsequently lovely bones (mine)
(pine to join grateful dead)
rather than feebly kickstart
lame effort to write, read or meditate.

Thus respecting Sir Isaac 
Newton's first law of motion
a (human) body at rest 
inertia keeps said entity at rest.

Interestingly enough as
daylight doth wax and wane
casting dark shadows upon urbane
countenance buzzfeeding hidden reservoir 
exerting estimable energy 
decreasing arduous strain

therefore purposefulness,
I seek renewable resource to imbue
garden variety generic
doubting thomas and ordain
him (i.e. me) with spontaneous

magnificent grandiloquent enlightenment
ala Orson Welles Citizen Kane
laughable comparison linkedin
with story extraordinaire quite insane
September 4th, 2020 insight one can gain
perchance even coaxing passable poem
from deep within Matthew Scott Harris' brain.

The Prince of Darkness Vs the Father of Greatness

His lips are the west gates of night
His lips are the east gates of light
Bursting night and light, we say thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”

His height is the five depths we view
His height is the ten skies of blue
Deep chasm and sky’s tower, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”

He sits on wheels of fate that binds
He sits on the wheels of blessed winds
Wheels of stars, wheels moved by wind, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”

Has a burning scroll blistering
Has a burning scroll flickering
Destroying flames, cleansing flames, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”

His hand holds a wolf with no love
His hand has an eagle and dove
Earth bound demons, sky angels, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”

His eyes are the black stars of might
His eyes are the sun in its light
Dead stars and twin suns that shine, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”

Comets shaking, planets falling
The earth shaking, the skies crawling
When Jesus the Splendour comes, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”

We must stay away from the night
The bondage of the prince of might
Lord guide us to you; we say thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”

Albert Einstein, a Maverick

ALBERT EINTEIN


The great soul who changed
The way we looked at ‘Nature’
With strange, mind-boggling concepts.

Space, time and  even  science
Never looked  the same, after him.
Earth-shaking results followed.

He was not a mere maverick, but a maverick of mavericks


S.Jagathsimhan Nair,   23rd Feb 12
For: Cyndi MacMillan’s  Mavericks contest.
Ps:  Written in Sedoka  form(5-7-7-5-7-7 syll). Increased syllables in the 4th line to 7 and 5th line to 8. One more line with 17 syllables added at the end.

Premium Member Animals of the Wild

Eve of His Reign

facing the sunset
the lion king's on his hill
standing fierce and strong


Swans Drifting Away

a flock of mute swans
gliding on silver waters
under rose strewn moon


An Elephant Warning

I hear the trumpets
ears flaring, it comes running
with earth shaking news


Sunday Frolic

long ears, twitchy nose
wide eyes gleaming, bunny hop
green fields of Easter

Carl Sagan

Of the billions of nuclear spheres that send us light,
among them is selected one tonight.
A star whose message of light was sent
through so much time that space is bent.

This star's  message is here for those
who miss his explanatory prose.
He spoke of discoveries with cosmic flair
that science news today cannot compare.

He showed us places we would never see
but through his words all could be
informed of universal wonders here
and eclipse ancient  superstitious fear.  

Now the march of science will still move on
and there is no call for fear because he's gone.
But does all new knowledge lack explanation
as we are so much less without Carl Sagan ?

So when I hear of new science queries 
and papers tell of earth-shaking theories.
I think to fully comprehend I must 
have Carl Sagan's words back with us.

I crave to hear his thoughts once more
and have science favored with his humor.
"Science still has found no  evidence of  life beyond earth..
but  I've already  written  volumes of  books about it  first."  

Then what message  does this star send ?
 Could we have Carl back with us again ?
I want to hear his voice of reassurance
to know the world still has common sense.

As we stand and stare some starry night
and realize how he gave us insight,
to subatomic particles and stellar dust.
So star where are the words we trust  ?

They are found in the books he left for us.

Premium Member The Fall

That first lone leaf twirling slowly to the ground
The first casualty in the war of this season.

One  swallow does not a summer make
That one leaf shows what is to come.

Soon it will joined by so many of its comrades
Victims of the insidious sniper of the fall.

The scalpel of the East wind cuts through
The softness summer supplied.

Flowers fading, the absence of bird song
Both signalling the entombment  on the way.

Hills cleanly etched against a pale blue sky
Coldly carved in the brittle brightness

Sunlight with all the warmth of a stepmother's smile
Draining the goodness of the moment

The chill of decay portends death
In that illusory cheating  glint

Skeletal trees, bare fields, lowering skies
Icy frost and thick blankets of snow.

Some will not live to witness
The ritual of resurrection 

But come it will
The earth shaking off its shroud

Then there will peep out
The shy green shoots

Prelude to the  glories and   glamour  of summer
With its heady scents, rich colours and  bright song.

This yearly  drama plays out its  four acts
To let all know everything has its season.

Depending upon where you start
It can be comedy, tragedy or farce

Morning Sun

Morning Sun

I can’t tell you how much you were missed
Or how glad I am you came back, 
The way you held me so close
Our love was an earth shaking fact.

I remember the twinkle in your eyes
When you teased me with such happy humor
I never believed you wouldn’t come home
Your leaving just had to be rumor.

So come and lay down next to me
We will love the night away
Like the way we used to do
Until the first light of day.

As we snuggle close and sleep
I am content and fuzzily warm
Thinking my life is good again
With you keeping away all harm.

The harm was when you were gone
And  the nightsI lay here and wept
Wishing for one more hug…
It was those memories I kept

But now you’re here with me
And all will be okay
Except the alarm clock is chiming
The start of another day

I slowly wake up to the morning sun
Shining in my window bright
But you are gone again 
My dream washed away by daylight

I shall always miss you
I almost see you smile and wave
But we buried you not long ago
And I often visit your grave.

Connie Moore
July 22nd 2013

Anticipatory Excitement Awaiting a Thunderstorm

Anticipatory excitement awaiting a thunderstorm...

Late afternoon April 14th, 2022 
meteorologic destiny manifested...
rumbling atmospheric thud,
promised natural exultant
the sky opened up 
cascading wall of water 
created instantaneous flood
sound and light show
subsequently within minutes
dully rightly appraised as dud,

yours truly forced himself awake
way before dawn's early light
all for naught, yet...
thus hours later summoned,
perhaps lame poetic material
(think) potential Earth shaking
literary cause not lost

expressing disappointment
'pon absent dramatic booming anticipation,
electrifying fascination, injecting glorification
atavistic beastie boy within me
awed, charged, fascinated, jarred,
witnessing (i.e. seeing and hearing)
humbling experience beholding

dynamic latent forces unleashed
intense earsplitting, blinding
spectacular singular sensational
magnificent natural phenomena
far surpassing, née dwarfing
extravagant pyrotechnics wrought
courtesy innovative *****sapiens.

Time and again
without fail - exuberant delight
always gushes forth,
no fanfare for
totally tubular common man,
whose feeble insignificant powers
laughable and lamentable

puny human specimen
easily flicked (think
humongous sized fingers
particularly middle digit)
sending me airborn
pirouetting head over heels
at mercy of Mother Nature's whims

among brethren and sistren
constituting fray'n chipped
foo fighting ship of
motley crew zing fools
metaphorical human league
bajillion *****sapiens
even if/when global

standing military combined
be they: armies, marines,
navies... fighting force
nope, still no match
against tectonic and volcanic
potential and/or kinetic energy.

If This Is

If this was -


If this will be -


Just another "infinite desert":


One yet falls down to one's


Knees -


Faithfully, if need be,


Digs down, with one's own two good hands,


Digs into the burning, shifting, choking sand;


For just there:


Under the turning, biting grit, under the


Cloudless sky, the blinding sun:


Rushing, mighty, Life-Giving Water rising;


Earth-shaking calm;


Perfect, placid, Gnostic twin fish -


Lazily aware.

Some Pros and Cons of Being Virtually Connected To Reality 2nd Byte

who felt incorporeal storied power 
   of Herman Melville as zen unseen aid 
instructing hypothetic rich kid to drop out of school 
   before his/her first grade
coz of all the money he/she made

which affected modus operandi rendered obsolete 
   child worker laws 
   and no sweat of brow getting paid
people used bitcoin (or other online currency) 
   additionally making purchases 
   with scant keystrokes to complete a trade.

As with any major dramatically novel scheme 
light bulb idea scribbled on napkin 
   scrap of paper 
   via cheesy or whipped cream
originating as a flash in the pan 
   aha eureka moment, or dream

as rough blue print subsequently 
   underwent beta testing, 
   before declaring pc innovation supreme 
whereby outstanding persons in the tech industry 
   clamored to join Kidde team. 

Whether seventh day add vent 
   hissed or other religious creed
powerful binary processing 
   impacted near 
   earth shaking incarnation indeed 
and ramifications in all walks 
   and talks of life sought expert need.

Coven chanting children murmured Luddites be damned! 

Thus spake Zarathustra (cue the opening scene 
from Planet of the Apes) 
   upon witnessing as if king or queen 
(in reality father or mother) 
   didst get immediately 

   dethroned thus, increasing mean
average positive 
   effects on society, especially lean 
microchip i.e. integrated circuitry 

   miniaturization "green"
technology (and eventual 
   attendant affordable price) 
   viz said trappings 

   unleashed upon global market 
   invited absolute zero dust, a must clean
as a whistle work space, 
   and manufacturers laboratory be microbe free
   hermetically sealed vacuumed "clean". 

Countless portable machines 
   unbeknownst soon epithet florid hack
   coining impromptu called cyber crime 
especially as majority proportion of population 
   didst purchase these dime, 

a doze in countless "end users" 
   snapped up these smart machines 
   excitedly keyed away indifferent to gunk
on unwashed hands 
   plus bits of food particles 

   eventually caking hardware with grime 
(eventually necessitating technician 
   charging gobs of moolah 
   sans to unstitch in time.

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