Best Fierce Poems
I Remember Fierce Storm That Blew My Life Apart
I remember fierce storm that blew my life away.
Images burned into a sad, finely tortured mind;
reminds me of that epic and dark fateful day,
tears falling down but no good answers could I find.
So in love with my sweetheart but soon hope gave way,
when drug induced Nirvana flew into our home.
Easy now to see it in slow motion replay,
when I groped in darkness wherever I dared roam.
Raging clouds gathered within the uncertain West
as thunder spilled over into each haunting hour.
No joy in simply knowing that I did my best,
while I saw the destruction of my wild flower!
I remember fierce storm that blew my life apart.
Its massive crushing winds destroyed my aching heart.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-11-2016
Form- Sonnet, I used 12 syllables instead of ten.
Syllables Per Line:
12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 124
Our President was fit and fierce
and there wasn't any stumbling.
He shared his vision openly
with out one moments fumbling..
These last four years our leader
has dealt with so much,
in spite of a opposition from a
Congress out of touch..
He spoke of our commonality and
those values that have gone astray.
Some Republicans squirmed in their
seats at the truths that he portrayed..
Thru many years of public service
he has brought his expertise, to the
table of a world now struggling daily
for world peace..
I must admit I'm super proud of our
"Popa Joe".
He showed the crowd and they were
wowed by where the U.S. needs to go!
Precious moments shared
Between a dad and his daughter
The gentle way a mom
Would cuddle her baby
Actions without complexity
There is no uneasiness about it
It's love spoken without words
Just like that God loves us too
He sometimes reminds us of His love
In the most obtuse way
His love is always there
In that you can feel secure
He doesn’t love you less today
Then he did yesterday
Your fear and pain is not a surprise to Him
All you have to do is be honest
Don’t dwell on your inadequacies
Those are manmade
God loves all of you
Even the fractions you think are unlovable
©240820151340
Limerick: Once a fierce Samurai from Xi Ban Guo
Once a fierce Samurai from Xi Ban Guo
Displayed his sword-play in a tornado
But his sword slipped hands
And entered his ampersands*
So now he limps about incognito.
• In fact, I really mean: §
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
In the early evening
The sky had darkened
A roar of thunder heard
From the darkened sky
The wind was powerful
Rain drops poured slanted
Quickly, hitting the dry ground
The wind grew stronger
Forcing the rain drops
To fall faster on the windows
The wind got very strong
A powerful thud was heard
Something fell to the floor
She went to see what happened
It was a wooden clock from the
wall
It fell on the floor in pieces
Another thud was heard
A tiny object fell to the floor
It landed in one piece
She was very surprised
So she sat in the chair
She thought this is a freaky storm
I’m thinking - inking words across the page - age, and rage in season, shouldn’t reason
against the curiosity of hope – “ope thy heart to know What rainbows teach and sunsets
show? ”- owe Emerson a debt, for inspiration (though a bit cliché) – Hey, sometimes truth
is better stoned – owned or not – ought to bring release to the thrower – owe her no more
than time and place – Just stand - and face the chatter from her heart – Art.
Cruising down a dirt road,
Windows down,
wind blowing through my long, brown hair.
Not a care in the world,
Not a worry in mind.
A smile plastered on my face.
Nothing could make it fade.
Filled with the feeling of freedom and hope,
anticipation and zest.
Heart wide open, pedal to the metal.
Why?
Because today, I’m living for me.
Because today, I’m on my way!
fierce sun
evaporates my thoughts
breeze
flips my umbrella
redirects my mind
When you await that day for so long just to see their face,
Not too much longer will you have to go, you're almost to Home Base.
All the pain you've been through, will be worth it in the end.
One look at that precious face, and you'll be the envy of some friends.
You look over to the side and see a tiny bed which is clear,
So you can see each precious feature of a child that is very near.
When you're almost done and you feel that final tear.
The pain and anticipation is almost more than you can bear.
Here comes a tiny bundle of dark hair and gorgeous eyes,
Ten little fingers and ten tiny toes, it scared me at first since I heard no cries.
Finally, my son is born and I thank God he is alive, and FINALLY here.
A perfect child in my eyes, and I'm incandescently happy, but also full of fear.
Will I be a good Mother, will I know what to do?
This is all so scary, and oh so very new.........
I hold him closely to my heart,
I'm Finally a Mommy, no time to fall apart.
I KNOW I can do this, I don't really have a choice.
The moment I found out I was pregnant, I began to rejoice.
Now I have two children, and I only had to give birth to one!
Illyanna and I now await for our children to grow and have fun.
Strong waves batter the lighthouse; these are soldiers engaged in fierce battle.
My awe and fascinated find
Lost deeply in a human mind.
Its fancy fonts, not easy read,
And yet it masterminds each deed.
Incessant innovative source,
Societies’ fierce driving force.
The scope of knowledge, wide and vast,
What minds grasp is designed to last.
Dishonoured defaults of mankind
Sit heavy on a human mind.
Gloom, ecstatic joy and sorrows
Hide in crevices and burrows.
Its stoic strength, rare and unique,
Exudes an aura of mystique.
Motion and progress in its prime,
Sparking the bright minds of all time.
And never fails to fascinate -
Mind’s lust for wit, insatiate.
May 20, 2022
Ashley, spouse of her nemesis ~
Vain eyes covet the weak.
Rhett longed for her beauty ~
To harness the wild horse.
Scarlett shook her harness bells,
Huffed and turned her mane.
Fierce love fought for keeps.
The devil dressed in red.
Bonnie Blue ~ Rhett’s only love.
Dear daughter’s death despises marriage.
You can pin me down and take everything from me.
Thinking you really do something but it'll make me come back stronger.
Say some things thati'll have you cry,frightened,or have a heart attack.
Take my family,friends, and other things i love that are important to me.
Ill show you how weak i can be.
Don't stir up the gemini that lies inside.
I've done many things
I've said many things
I've seen many things
I've felt many things
Things that made me want to die
Although my craziness hasn't begin to subside.
I was born to a soldier, from her i became a soldier.
Watched her knock down brick wall and break out steel cages.
Saw her fall when there was no hope.
Got back up when we called.
Fierce as a snake as loving as any great mother can be.
From her I learned even when everything is on you
use what you got, don't depend on anyone else.
That dormant feeling of insecurity arose,
when travel journal got thrust adjacent
to my tattered (holey tattooed) clothes
while I knew with crossed eyes
aroused anger from peaceful doze
my younger sister felt about her
globe trotting exploits, an over expose
jour ever since voyaging out on her own
after graduating top of her class
where mine hatred glows
indirectly snidely sneering
at ma dough less brother hoboes
(a 1979 Methacton High School alumni),
unanimously chosen valedictorian
dressed in Calvin Klein
Harris tweed, couture
and silk panty hose
like me prolonging, promoting
on par with quasi staff sergeant, who knows
artful disciplinarian gingerly launching rules,
asper formerly commanding G.I. Joes
and pronouncing, predilection
exhaling natural highs no lows
traveling solo, with surviving Wilburys,
or just mows
zing nonchalantly
(though a foreigner) with swarthy skin color
easily camouflaging as civilian
all points on the compass,
where minute needle doth nose
upon returning home (being honorably feted
at once glorious estate of Glen Elm,
where she did propose
to the Lord Taylor (swiftly), which location
situated at 324 Level Road, Collegeville,
Pennsylvania 19426),
thence a great huzzah a rose
an immediate nauseousness welled
within from me head tummy smelly toes
I did not want to here, or see any details,
which would accentuate personal woes
popping, snapping, and smarting,
and slapping skin raw tib bits,
ache'n to yanked strings
of mama's heirloom yo-yos!
Poet Script:
trials and tribulations,
visited upon head of young
concocted ("FAKE") gusty and gutsy
kid sister enterprising ingenue,
christened easy on the tongue
Sharodd (not her real name),
to top off talents sung
like a professional opera singer, which rung
a shiver along small hairs of spine did tingle
heard all the way to Lake Woebegone
where bachelor farmers did mingle
every Christmas, a decreasing
number donned Kris Kringle
hit with blitzkrieg of yawping brats
hoof pranced to bell weather jingle!
Freddy the Fly was
disembarking at ,
long last...
And if you noticed
his face, perchance.
.the very thought of
six hundred tears
falling happenstance
He'd booked a lay- over
in the Alleghany swarmps
Cause someone told him
A few "Crock and Colas"
"Will put some nice sharp
shoes where you need them
But
First thing Freddy does see...a hungry croc headed for he!
freddy was all over him; much too fast for the croc to see.
At the given signal
However, this was a dream. a 'Crock", for sure.
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