Best Hurricane Poems
A dedication to Eileen Ghali
for her prolific production of
inspiring work
Willow Tree = Keyboard
And that’s your only clue
Hurricane Eileen - The Storm
As darkness drew nearer
Light falling to drearer
I knew, the night was a foul
The windows were slashed
By her white lightening blast
Down the chimney old windy did howl
By her orchestrates
He rattles the grates
Appears round each gap in the door
Then in comes her rain
Through cracked window pain
As I witness her latest downpour
How the storm fascinates
With the show she creates
And I sit here and watch her for free
Down on the plain
Taking the strain
She batters the gnarled willow tree
Great thunder clouds form
In the head of the storm
And magic arrives in her sky
Come rivers of rain
With nowhere to drain
The water, a flood, rises high
Then happens a lull
To recharge to the full
Takes time out to contemplate
To be cruel or be kind
She rampages her mind
And comes back, at double the rate
With a boom and a crack
Bursts silver from black
A crescendo of noise fills the ear
And the gnarled willow tree
Writhes in ecstasy
By the pulse of her wild atmosphere
Mixed shadows are cast
By her white lightening blast
Her soul, for a while, exposed
For a moment in time
All is in rhyme
Till her story she chooses to close
As her elements soar
They’re at large with a roar
For hours they’ll dance and they’ll play
Blows the hurricane
Driving her reign
Till had, fulfilment of stay
With her forces unleashed
Her passions released
The storm passes over to light
Once more she has shown
By the tantrum she’s sown
Her strength… her power… her MIGHT.
"Inside the Hurricane"
Inside the Hurricane
starts small
a minuet waltzing
cadence like clandestine lovers
whispered reverently
soft becomes hard
and slow for a fall
under dark cloudy covers
boiling over
to tangled tango
in the burning brain
there the homeless Heart
meets it’s counterpart
in it’s enticing suede
labyrinthine cave
safe against a wall
balanced and entranced
held fast
Underground begs
not her Ocean
Tsunami waves
inside his broken
Breaks the Hurricane
Love floods
through waving wet
Sea Grass
Silver Green
cuts sharp her alter
chalice kissed
Vows read and
spoken red
Inside the Hurricane
windows crystal clear, seamless
Legs of a journey
open
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
“Bachelorette” Bjork, Homogenic
https://youtu.be/Th7QmZiz6Lc
“I'm a tree that grows hearts
One for each that you take
You're the intruder hand
I'm the branch that you break”
"Come to Me" Bjork
https://youtu.be/kIm1GyyDZmY
"Game we're playing is Life
Love's a two way dream"...
The possibilities are endless
With every new scientific discovery.
There is inspiration to invent devices
That improve quality of life
And save lives in the process.
Spin with the wave and slow it down
With drones and electromagnetism.
Entropy and vacuums.
Spin with the wave, then slow it down
With science and ingenuity.
Catch the wind and spin, hook in
The eye of the storm is calm
Harness the power of the gods
Right there in our palms
Think of the all the lives you'll save
All the kids that won't meet Oz
If only we could stop
Take time to ponder the devastating
Disastrous whirlwinds of the gods
Drop a probe down the eye
Let it spin, let it fly
Revolutionize the times
With the greatest challenge of all
Saving lives, having fun with everything resolved.
One flower almost gray
but visibly not
Brushed by a breeze on
concrete wet
Emerged from a crevasse
along the corner
Forced to hold on to its
limited yellow
Open to suggestion
More than several
shapes take hold
On a distant wall of
wind emerged tornadoes
Spun in favor of the
days rotation
Coming in from the west
At a 90 degree
declination
Turns to be determined
left or right
Angles perpendicular to
the east
The eye wall wobbling
uncertain to reason
As gray turns to black
Rises with barometric
pressure
Collapsed on the
moments fragile flight
Palm trees hang
suspended, then animate
Fall like paragraphs
pinned down by wind
News wires bent on
facts lean in to learn
There to understand it
Hurricane begins,
uproots humanity
Removes them like tooth
decay
Electric lines freak
out, burn on orange red desires
Dangle in the wind in
pain without a smile
Touch puddles as
children walk by
Inclement weather does
strange things
Impacts
the storm track still intact
Leaves nothing behind
or to the imagination
Including its name
which is forgotten
Roads clear and are not
there
Traffic, trees,
people... Poof!..all gone
Storm warnings move on,
hunger for warmth
Looking for a tropical
paradise to wrong
The sun illuminates where former smile,
a crimson sunset into the crypsis
fades. Optical illusion - boat upside-
down, sails sullied, the upheaval of grit.
My sight ebbs and flows, a buoy beholds
the odd. I grasp the folds of skittered skirt,
hang on tight, my fishing shock strength reeling.
My black and blue breath, a sturgeon gasping.
Funny how the ocean tides seem so calm…
The wicked wretch is two-faced, a liar.
I’d bask in her embryonic fluid —
she can roll you like a reptile, scar you
for life. Still like a siren, she calls me,
my hair drying from her sin, her music
beckons, shimmering waves prod, “C’mon in.”
I dare to turn my back on my island.
But a child’s palm nestles into my world,
my heart sinks in vertigo — I let go.
I begin to turn over hapless beach,
finding cockleshells with wet hands and feet.
O' the case of Dorian
progressing through the sea,
battering the Bahamas
then shifting to a "three",
Have you seen the damage caused,
how islands lie in rubble?
Property and lives were lost
resulting from your trouble!
Now we wait so anxiously
to know the fullest measure
of this great calamity
ending in displeasure.
Soon will come the future day
when hurricanes desist.
Dorian, I'm pleased to say,
you will not be missed.
Hands crushing my ribcage
Horizon fading into non-existence
Order thrown aside carelessly by
chaos
Feelings pulsing through the
impalements from finger
nails in my heart
Tops of pine trees bending in the
force of this impending storm
Connections in my spine bending
from the strings in your
control
These winds will certainly leave us
destroyed
However, I am under your ruling so I
follow right behind you into the
hurricane
Sighing pines, oaks rustle
Acorns fall in a bustle
Winds constantly stir nature's crops
Hurricane outer bands over the top
It was considered a tropical depression when it got to our area. We got some wind, some really nice rain, and a lot of fallen leaves and acorns. We needed the rain.
the mountains groaned, repulsed
by the distant grumble of thunder’s rough
voice rising on the edges of the dark
stirring the distant gaze of a still twilight
flooded with shadows, hasty halos
remembering what comes, after the storm
the gentle pelting, pretty droplets
erasing the murmur of leaves, dancing
crisp as the shadows, forever trembling
a certain power beneath the streams
pouring out their feelings, on hills
burning with laughter, seeking the night
where a brilliant lavender sky
sings to the explosion of light…
You are there, in the prayer
melting away the pain, the despair
quieting the music of a storm
who knows my most intimate yearnings
the muse of a promise, coursing
through veins of light, inklings
of a lost moment, when melancholy
sings, so alive on the still skies
where floods of water, stream, breaking
through the forest, woodsy scents
like pine and moss, delicate
overpowering the still muse.
In the center of this storm,
an ache, a presence, so forlorn
you pour out light from your warm,
you restore peace to my heart
you remind my soul, you’re the One
who tells the winds to blow,
who shows the moon its glow
who breaths hope into the flow
of wistful showers, all the hours
a storm who is sent to show
every heart, the music of hope
as a song fades from the soul
who hears the wind
and heeds the stirring
of a prayer beneath the dark
praising You, my heart’s renown
my spirit’s peace,
my great belief…
You are the One
who colors my love
with grace and joy
a gentle knowing – that Your love
will guide me through the storm,
never allowing me to worry,
always freeing me so I know
You are the One who will lead me on,
to a distant home, a heaven who knows
this is love – from God above,
the One who tells the storm to grow
the One who tells the storm to go
the One who tells the storm to restore
gentle peace to the mountain and shore
a still, cool breath from the spirit of grace,
peace that is more than a heart can expect,
the love that assures me You won’t reject.
In the eye of the storm…
You are my relief, my consolation, my security
the answer to my prayer for a still, sweet beautiful
who can prepare my heart to see
beyond the storm, to the eternal singing, its urgent touch.
Standing on the sands
of helplessness,
as waves of sadness
lap at my feet
I know not what holds
your voice hostage,
unable to comfort it
only baffles
At an ocean's length
of pain,
an essence cannot even
take wing on a breeze
So sadness is held in
a blanket of love
If the heart is not mended,
then love's breath
cannot
bring it back
A storm of uncertainty
tries to overtake
A need to absorb the pain,
making it taste of wanting
to be lessened
If not stated where
sadness is born,
all attempts to bring
joy back fails
As waves grow
building up,
into a hurricane
of grief
Drops of uncertainty,
fall on my face then
raging faster
While threatening to drown
the only hope,
of two halves to
become whole
An older poem!;)
Her love was a tropical hurricane
Drowning the souls who fell victim
The wind would pick up at the smell of rain
She never quite knew how to pick em
She loved those lost and those in hiding
She cared when the world gave up
No factors played part, in her, deciding
No such phrase as “enough is enough”
Her gift was her unconditional love
Her curse was her understanding
A consistent, gravitational tug
Attracting those, most demanding
A rubber ball, she bounced about
Not picky, but sticky as glue
Each soul she touched, a love would sprout
Always trapped, in another’s shoes
The hurricane leaped onshore
dancing with delight
unhinging the tops of buildings
releasing them into the air
like balloons
whose knots are untied
then kicking the hapless battered bottoms
far down the road
before spinning madly on
Birds restless that dawn
Clouds announced fierce storm coming
World confusion reigns
9/29/2024
"Hurricane Havoc"
dangerous winds rage
uprooting trees to tumble
drenched by rain torrents.
flooding waters wrath
swallow bridges crumbled stones
violence and death.
power lines cascade
sparking flames igniting homes
volatile darkness.
ocean waves invade
breaching sand dunes overflow
beaches dwell with fish.
hurricane havoc
shelters contain precious life
Mother Nature cries.
*For SandyIvy Davis's Hurricanes - Only Haiku Contest.
*American Haiku 5/7/5 syllable count.
HURRICANE HATTIE
It came like a thief
After midnight
Stealthily
Unawares
Mischievously
Spitefully
Desperately
Determined
With preconceived plans
Across the Caribbean Sea
Suddenly turning west
Making a beeline
To British Honduras
In Central America
It foiled expectations
That it would arrive
At seven the next morning
And
Instead
Made a surprise visit
Six hours earlier
And
Like the Gestapo
The KGB
The Secret Police
Attacked
While people were
Least prepared
Snoozing
Snoring
Dreaming
Of better things.
Discriminating
It attacked
Belize
Ignoring neighboring
Guatemala
Honduras
Mexico
As if
Remotely controlled
By some
Vengeful fanatic
At 150 miles per hour
And more
It
Clobbered
Battered
Hammered
Pounded
The coastline
Of
The Jewel
People still ’memba
How in ’61
It wrecked havoc
In Dangriga
Belize City
San Pedro
Cay Caulker
Among others
As it
Thumped
Hit
Broke
Lifted
Pushed
Carried
Dumped
Submerged
Their valuables
And
Like a Repo Man
Dispossess them
Of their
Treasured belongings
Within the
Make-belief safety
Of its eye
Poor people
Thinking it was over
Sought their fortunes
On the beaches
In the shops
In others’ property
When Hattie
On a round trip ticket
Came back hurriedly
And with
More gusto
Lashed out
As a category five
Storm
Typhoon
Hurricane
To teach them a lesson
In
Tort
Honesty
Respect
And dignity.
In the end
One third of the coast
Was devastated
One third
Damaged
And
Another third
Standing
With 264 dead
And millions
Of dollars lost
The place lay wasted
Spoiled
Thorn
Flooded
Damaged
Wounded
Smashed
Muddied
Polluted
As
Debris
Corpses
Belongings
And victims
Wallowed in its wake.
As it distanced itself
From
Its handiwork
And Observed
With a smirk
Its power
To
Subdue
Man
Woman and child
It grinned
In satisfaction
At its exploits
And its supernatural supremacy
To shape destiny
And vanquish the vulnerable