Best Lightening Poems


Premium Member Lightening Dots Dance

Luminescent lights
bouncing through the nighttime air;
fireflies, in my yard.

Premium Member Extinguished Names

Extinguished Names
David J Walker

The old farmhouse looks older
	What else can it do
Burdened by weather 
Threatened with fire

Memories have long ago escaped the
Walls painted in tears 

	Windows with laughter
	Doors that clatter 
in an afternoon wind

When we left we left  
	A piece of us
In scenes behind drawn curtains 

Someday 
	Lightening will strike in an
Act of vengeance by the Devine

The long-awaited flames and 
The tears we left behind
Will never be enough to 
	Extinguish the names

Premium Member Falling like lightening

From the clay moulded into being a substance 
Intoxicating spirit born free with moral choice intact 
inside the living waters breathes with life salt based 
unto moving forms crying for love unconditional pearls drop
Where it begins shape shifting vices around desires to kill 
Through a fire's ash with smouldering embers  
in all that remains positively sparked  negative 
incense of a souls domain burnt offering rises as smoke signals
The end of mere existence destroying human rights 
overshadowed by sin good is trampled upon as weak 
unto facts that are pinned down correctly under dirty deeds 
reveal a secret pact unforgiving faceless 
no true person whom believes in God 
under cardinal law twists the truth around murder as a just cause 
Politically this world circus denies us peace 
making a mockery of our church altering divine law to suit darkness


Premium Member Lightening

Atmospheric show
Electrical veins preview
Thunderous applause




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Premium Member Lightening the Path

Uncharted path leads me to nights cold

Till winged breeze chants of hope foretold.


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Premium Member Ceraunophilia

I heard the hollowness that this heart hithers ~ 
but to tame my tears, must I trust the twilight 
that ripped me in tremors and toxic tales, 
the titanium lightning that traded me thirsty,
like the thunder that cuts across the ribbed sky?
these tantalizing trembles of Thor have left me,
wilting in memories, where moon rests in malice
and the monsoon maiden murmurs in wrath,
unspoken within roars of wallflower leopards ~
who ink me, laced with tiger-lilies and lethal lies.

I ache for you, stretched across sun sighs,
a bereaved goddess of thunderstorms, 
vows to sear within silver streaks of solace 
stripped of silk and sacrifice,in rust-skin revolt,
seething a smile across slaughtered stars,
and be the Bronté light in brooding blindness, 
that cunning cyans cease to code and conceal,
I am the feminine glitch of golden gloom ~
perfumed with mercuric petals that echo rain,
in the restless release of reverent renaissance...


Like Lightening In My Veins

There are moments
 when love feels like flight,
 as though the air itself bends
 to lift us higher.

Your smile is not just light,
 it is acceleration,
 a rush that floods my body
 until I am dizzy with wonder.
 Every glance from you
 is electricity-
 not pain,
 but the spark of being alive
 in ways I had only imagined.

Euphoria is dangerous,
 a fever of the soul.
 It makes the ordinary miraculous:
 a shared laugh becomes music,
 a hand brushing mine
 becomes revelation.
 The world is still flawed,
 but through you
 I see it gleam,
 as though touched by divinity.

I fear this joy sometimes,
 its intensity,
 its sharpness.
 But what is love
 if not the willingness
 to surrender to the storm
 and let it remake you?

So I leap,
 I fall,
 I burn,
 I soar.
 For in your presence,
 every nerve sings,
 and I am made infinite.

Premium Member Lightening the Candle From Both Ends

I have long lost you 
In the wilderness of space,
My love for you 
Like the flame of a candle
Was snuffed so long ago 
By a light spatial breeze,
Forgotten and forsaken easily 
Like a blaze of a blistering nova,
Evaporated like a snowflake 
That fell in the angry sea.
 
I never tasted, 
What you termed, 
A tempestuous love,
Nor did you ever provoke 
The dream of dreams.
 
I've grown angelic wings now, 
Glide amongst the stars
Search for my own 
Brand of rhapsodic happiness 
I may find desire and ecstasy, 
Or perish in the attempt,
I am prepared to take the risk 
Can I light the candle again?

Lightening Green

Brightening captivating greenish allure
Seasonal visitor like rain drops...
Leaving me always wanting some more...
Like Oliver Twist.

A Lightening Bolt

A bolt-on accessory capable of being
Bolted to truck without crumbling
One like a thunder bolt rumbling
On a hundred distant track

This thunder bolt is a super machine of sorts
Perfected into a system of receptacle ports
Bolt is an example of that perfection

Bolt has legs rather than tyre pegs
A perfectly sculpted knees rather than alloy wheels
Boltedly stable, dependable, reliable, efficient and magnificent
Technologically cutting-edge and blisteringly fast
Reminding all a 9.68 times past

A Ferrari ready to stand against the all deadly-bolted thunder
Mind you, humble not the thunder whose bolt you hear rumble
A gun boomed and rumbled all around
A swift bolt rumbles out of the blue
Vroom vrooom vroooom vrooooom……. A thunder bolt machine

Speed is his thrill
A lightning bolt more than a Ferrari?
Mind boggling, intriguing, captivating
Mr. Thunder Bolt you left a trail of devastation
What is your destination?
"An Olympic vacation sir, a trip from Kingston to London to blaze a new world record"
Well-done Mr. Thunder Bolt! See you again in Rio de Janeiro

Lightening the Dark

Where would I be if the light shines that seeps the darkness to the trunk of a tree, corner of the road where wayfarer stops to rest where would I be if the building of imagination cloud my heartbeat to the serenity of wanderlust. 

Where would I be if the thought of gal written on his innermost, pattern of line sucking pain like  peg of rendezvous that render him fruitless ponder to the Panorama Paper, 

Where would I be if my bald head where I must learn to taste the soup of life to the sound of personification, where would I be if it fails to describe the velvet in the morning sun from far East of the sky. 

Where would I be if the town torn to the twins shape with night cloud of darkness where would I be if the color of my mentality to ball shape where would I be if all the streets weren't dark, where would I be if they pay bills for see the moon in the sky, where would I be if it doesn't let individuals count the stars.
 
Where  would I be if it is dark like monster it surely blames you for my dark skin color to the color of tarmac tightening my understanding where would I be if I have to pay electricity bills while I bath in the sun and count stars everyday, Thanks God the smiling boy  keeps on coming from the sky sharing to all.

Where would I be if the sound of bees vanished in the air, to control my imagination, where would I be if the sun stops smiling to the scent of salad, 

where would I be if the moon was control by Africa leaders, where would I be if the taste of food was controlled by our greedy
 leaders.

Where would I be if the sun stopped given me vitamin D, where would I be if I stopped writing poetry. Where would I be if the night stops swallowing the day, where would I be if the President to construct trains lines in the air. 

Where would I be if the city  stops to lit candles to see heaven, where would I be if Africa to be self sufficient, 
where would I be if I stopped thinking.

Where would I be if the International Criminal Court isn't there, Where would I be if African Presidents weren't indicted to the Criminal Court.

The Lightening

Copyright © 2015
11.14.2015
1:05pm

To Earth tumbling down, down
stronger than the Trumpet's sound

Glowing beautiful as a Morning Star,
a Morning Star flung down way from
afar, afar from its starry home and
near G.O.D.'s Throne

The most considered and trusted one
with knowledge from the ONE, One
who sent His true Son to protect
humans from the rebellious one

To and fro, like a comet's glow,
glowing with influence, an
influence that separates and
divides, dividing the truth,
is what Satan tries to do, hiding

Hiding the truth from one and all
to seek the ONE and only SON

The true meaning of X-Mas as most Christians tries to define it, is the ONE and only Gift to Humanity, for the salvation of human souls by the Son of G.O.D., Christ Jesus.

Not from the evil spirit of the one called Cesare Borgias, painted by Rome's famous artist Leonardo da Vinci, which was the one single most powerful propaganda tool out of the new Roman Empire>>Europe and adapted by the most racist nation on earth, the United States of America to foment its racist domestic and foreign policies, that many decent Americans are still fighting to distance themselves from in foreign and domestic affairs.  
It's not just the squabbling political and social fights we see via the media, it's a spirit battle against those who align themselves knowingly or unknowingly with mankind's strongest ally, SATAN who knows his defeat, against someone who couldn't be conquered, draws neigh. 
Amen.

by: LesP2008
edited: 5 Jan 2016
© Les Pruitt  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Lightening In a Bottle

Run, jump and frolic with childhood abandonment,
Grab down, that dusty old mason jar, recapture
The lightening in the bottle, of yesteryear’s remembrance.
Refresh one's youthful heart, in the memories evergreen
Pastures called imagination.
In the meadows of human thought, all remain young,
Release thy inner spiritual being, race the wind,
Feel it's liberation, brushing against your face once more.
Time stands still here, within this field of dreams,
The eye of the hurricane is set aside,
 Within this lulling of the life's stormy seas,
Reality ceases to exist, in this fairytale never land.
Shed every layers aged texture, be as one reborn,
A kindred reflection of the child of innocence, lying
Within thy inner self.
Relive pleasure's laughter from long ago, when troubles
Were unknown, only glee and happiness lived in our
Realm of true joy.
Let the pain of heartache float away, as bubbles drifting
From the palm of your hands, than popping
 Unto air's nothingness.
Come recapture the lightening within the bottle,
Chasing those glowing ageless memories, and relive
A lighter time in your life, infuse one's youth again,
Entrap that fragile spark, in a glass mason jar,
A delicate tinder box, flickering within all of us,
Whom wish to stay forever young.
Shatter that thin pain between these worlds,
Keep the youthful fire burning, let it shine through,
In all it's brilliance to touch all those surrounding thee,
Enlightening every heart around you, embracing them
And enriching their lives.
Oh what harmonious music lies in  a child's laughter,
So free, so liberated, without cares restrictions,
Look into the beautiful eyes of the kindred, and remember.
A time when one chased the fireflies, in a timeless meadow 
Of thought, run, jump and frolic with childhood abandonment,
Once more, and feel alive reborn.

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

Lightening Stallion

Johnney Ringo a hard man a cowboy a clute
Leads Stallion and mares to the valley and bute
This white rearing beauty looms large on two legs
Call on a price who sells or who begs

Sweep down to the range between those two hills 
The sage and scallion the lead horses fills   
With dust cloud a trailing my eyes will blot out
The Stallion leads them a neigh and a shout

Circling round and a stamping of mare 
The frenzied alure and the cowboys a scare
Calmness descends and the bust bowl is clean
The night air a twitching the crickets are mean 

Saddle on ear and a belly of beans 
pork from a can and the coffees a dream 
Star light and shooting away to the east 
a coyote calling for famine or feast.

A sleep by the night not a groan to be heard
A crack of the light from that thunderous bird
The horses stampede over dinner and plate
Grab all your stuff and run down to the gate 

The cowboy a chase to corral once again
The blunder the bus and the saddle a bend
It's hard and its tough a work load to bare
He'd rather write this and just sit in my chair.
© Ian Foley  Create an image from this poem.

Storm

As the black clouds hover above me
And the thunder roars so loudly
I am here standing outside
Bring on the storm

As the rain falls from the sky
And the wind shifts from side to side
Here I stand in this rain
Watching it fall on me

The rain turns in to bits of ice
Hitting hard onto the ground as it breaks
But nothing can break me down
Oh no, I hold my ground

And when the rain starts to pour
I scream “Don’t stop, give me more”
With hands wide open I yell “give me what you got”
Go ahead hail give me your best shot.

As the lighting strikes so bright
Shinning down on me giving me a spot light
My head is still held high
As I look at the rain falling from the sky

As the rain drenches me
I wash away all the problems
As I stand in a puddle of rain
 Drowning this pain

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