Best Lightnings Poems
The tree is breezy you will come I know
The jasmine wind is waiting to greet you
The hands of the clock moving very slow
On the rose shaft sits the shining pink dew
The clouds have made the avenue so that
You can with the roses intact walk down
On the grass the glow worms at their love chat
Do get some light from them in the blue gown
The box I have left scented for the lips
The sparks I have all saved for the lightnings
That will set free the thousands of blue ships
Leading to the waves of stings and bitings
There you come it would be a scarlet coup
With the classical whisper I love you
The rose buds loosening with the red hue
Reciting in the fragrance I love you
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April 4, 2018
Love Poem - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Heidi Sands
Protractive silence, air that's still
Not a sound from morn's whip-poor-will
There's a growing anxiety
The scene requires sobriety
Zigzag lightnings flash, thunder rolls
Hairy disturbed as the storm unfolds
Tornado warnings west of here
Just the thought, stirs up fear
Dear God fill me with your sweet peace
From anxiety, bring relief
Let the storm only, bring good rain
From above, these clouds gently tame
Help me do, what I need to do
Give me strength to follow through
Asking neither names, nor historical periods, Clio draws wide circles of popular masses around square lonelinesses. What's all this noise about? A rich man’s circumference is longer than a pauper’s one! Down with circumference! Fortunately, the nasturtium-clad fence is high enough. The noise is getting louder. Is it just me, or do they want again to take away and to split everything they have already taken and split once? Hydrocarbons, how sweet the smell! Oh, heavenly music of coins clinking! Perhaps, but I’ve chosen the planets motion instead of the people's movement. Violent Paris isn’t worth a mass: having fenced my paradise garden, I admire the swarthiness of girl’s skin and the whiteness of English play. Neither the close lightnings of revolution, nor the accusative case of proclamations, nor uprising, nor mutiny
nor bloody revolt
shall disturb your honey sleep
my dear nasturtiums
Green is my Love, and all she touches, blossoms!
And from her fingers, golden flecks appear!
Green is my Love, her lips always Truthsaying,
She does not even know the name of Fear!
Green are her Eyes, as dark as moss, as agate…
And from her heart floods forth the Healing heat!
Green was our Love, whene’er Life took her from me
And Green the way on which, Life set our feet!
Green was the night, when came the spiraling winds!
And from them, blew a whistling, like a train!
Green was my strength, when I held her sash, long moments,
But dark swallowed her and tore my heart in twain!
Green my good-bye was, pale, and wan, and thin,
And from my eyes, cold diamonds, frozen, fell…
Green, all I saw, shadows weaving, all about me
That day, I knew the surly name of Hell!
Green were the demons that tried and tried to stop her.
All that they did failed heartily at the end!
Carried her off to the ends of sanity!
Up, up in the sky, where the merciless lightnings bend!
Green is my Love, now all she touches, flowers!
And from her fingers, golden sparks do flow…
Green is my Love, now, lies in her Presence, wither!
And from my Heart, like a lark, she’ll never go!
3/19/2019
The sky looks so irate and angry today.
Dark clouds strut and stamp along the sky.
Lightnings hoisted high move like tilt walkers.
Slithering sparks slice the lump of darkness into pieces.
Thunder rumbles, its loud screams shatter the peace.
The ear- splitting ‘boom’ makes one cringe in fear.
Through the leaves, the wind is whipping hard,
Announcing the arrival of an impending rain.
Soon water drops lash down adding special effects.
* * * * * * *
The transition from a clear sky to an ebony one,
Was too sudden with the hot summer day cooling off
And winds blowing from all directions and silver droplets
From heavens falling, whispering and telling of love.
Is not love, like a thunderstorm overwhelming and intense?
It comes unexpected, consuming one whole from head to foot,
Flashing like lightning and pouring like rain,
Flooding to the brim, allowing all desolation drown,
Making one dance like a peacock with strut feathers.
But sometimes it comes crashing like thunder,
Splitting our limbs, tearing us asunder and bringing us pain.
Love at times is so brief, like the tropical storm~
Not more than a flash of lightning, a painful memory.
All depends on the angle through which we view things.
Instead of fearing the raging storm and the lightning
That come along with the thunder,
Feel the rush of energy all across your senses
And allow the vibration, course through your veins,
Shaking loose the lethargy and inertia from you.
When it rains, don’t look down on the puddles below,
But wait hopefully for the spectrum of colours,
Arching beautifully in the cerulean sky and rejoice!
Silence shattered as thunder cracks ripping into the once peaceful night
Crackling flash of electric shock invades the sky in brilliant light
Rain spills from grey looming clouds beating the earth below
The old Oak tree bending to kiss the earth outlined by lightnings glow
Shrill blast as a siren adds it's wail to the once silent night
A dog begins to bark then others join in to express their own fright
Another bolt of sizzling electricity hits the rain soaked ground
As quickly as it came it's gone just spatter of rain the only sound
The spring of healing has its own anthem,
It takes the sand and the sun to mold an ornament of time,
Glaring upon the moving mirror that floats on cold water,
Blinded by a blaze set by the sins that made silent quivers run through the chambers of this once upon a time frozen heart,
Lightnings that run through the roof of these forsaken memories,
What is it about pain that makes evils seem soothe,
That makes wicked wounds under broken bruises,
No one mentioned how mending too can be mutilating,
How the unforgiving frosts crack and pierce through the lungs,
How igniting the sky full of light takes a sigh of ethereal lanterns,
Yet they come with a handful of sorrows and compassion,
Drawn from a dream to wish upon the moon that sparkles for a night of bliss,
Let us be amongst the hope once again,
alone as a whole,
The glistening gold in autumn,
The deepest line in kohl,
Forever we can be the ocean that flow,
Without a prey nor predator,
Just the living and the specs of salt.
God does time fly!
Psalms allm ssllaay yyai!
Doesn't it seem as if we have never been?
There was now another thing accepting us?
Like we were fluids?
Drunken fluids that is comparable to these standards-
eruptions!
The fault in the crust going to kill us ever after even though we don't know us-
we are decent folk
but always clone,
but where oh where to say we went home?
I know of distance and poke,
I know of wrongful god and soap,
I don't think you know though-
where the strikes at heights find lightnings to bite,
where there are stations upon their masters of relations of separations that don't adhere,
nor guide us-
live in Gobe-
central Amazon,
People finder.com for the good one's who survived...
I loved her, expected her yonder,
but became far fetched and the flogged bogger...
It was so longer than she respects-
it was faulty as the next,
and then they said let's bless this ...
Have you seen a bamboo?
the tallest grass ever exist,
dancing and bending and swaying...
whistling upon nature's grace?
Have you seen a woman,
standing beneath heavy rains and winds;
and thunders and lightnings that flashes,
enduring and firmly believing,
that she can surpass everything?
Have you seen a canvas,
with nature's subject on it;
i can paint it very well;
a withering bamboo and crying woman on it?
Nature... nature... listen to inner whispers' cry...
may you strongly fight as I fight;
may you survive long from harmful hands;
that never cease to harm your sight!
Inner Whispers
It's one of those moments,
the guy in you grabs the micro
starts talking on and on;
mine is often sarcastic,
from high school to career,
spinning around the questions starting with why,
no escape from responding.
It's like life itself, which is always to blame;
and which you can not do away with.
In that moment you go through a mental trance.
Next, a piece of music wakes you from your journey.
It does not matter who it is,
be it Ravel, Brahms or,Rachmaninoff;
But, mostly it's Pachelbel knocking at my door.
in that moment, lightnings thud in my world,
just as my internal lights are dead blind.
The dried, barren soil kisses the wild stream
through cracked lips,
A mom presses her toddler into her chest,
that moment, life leaps into joy
stripped of mournful sorrow.
It feels like seeing the smile on the kid's face
who made her first step;
it feels like being picked up by
the Baroque tune in "Canon In D".
To some others,
it feels like waking up to Miles Davis.
People keep pouring through the streets,
no matter what happened last night;
it's like life itself,which is always to blame
and which you can not do away with.
Next, my eyes get blurry
they see the loved one behind
the foggy hills of my mind.
it feels like covering her naked body with blanket,
shielding off the morning breeze
slipping through our ajar window
as bed sheets smells of our sweat of bliss.
That moment, it feels like sensing life
running through your veins.
So, you show interest in these verses
partnering with me in that moment
don't be intimidated with sharing it
It feels like being a single body, united
with all of our good deeds and sins.
Afar, The Sun sends her last rays
down the snow capped mountains of my heart
that moment, my ears are cozily stuck with
the arias of Andrea Bocelli, warm and gripping
it feels like my dad's still alive and smiling
Doubtful at times, an optimist by nature,
Proud of these times yet disappointment is never a stranger,
The tears that left my eyes mellowed the laughters that burst me into life,
The wrongs I did, corrected my survival to thrive,
Those screams left me out of breath,
Emptied my chest so I can deeply inhale,
Life will shortly be accompanied by Death,
For it makes Now my Holy Grail,
Scars beautify the memories of pain,
Wrinkles worn from the bountiful smiles,
My limping stride a sign from times of strenuously drain,
Within an eventful passage that stretched out for miles.
The rain, the heat, the snow, the sand,
The lightnings, the thunders, the winds and the dust,
My yellow fingers upon these dirty rough hands,
Have tasted frailty and iron that rust,
Abandoned the abundance, brewing the few,
Popularity never requires countless eyes,
Love and lost till only Love is due,
Temples and mosques, it lies in surprise,
The impossible will rationalise,
The illogical lies within the wise,
Accept the expected dwelling in surprise,
Refusing the shuffle and controlling the dice,
Endless new possibility should come around,
If I advised you to change the ways and days that are bound,
Though somehow, these changes will only change the profound,
I will rather keep these memories, smile and walk away.
If I were to meet an earlier version of me one day.
Amongst the heaven's vast divides in the kingdom,
Of the God's the hills have eyes.
Here mighty Zeus commands with an iron fist,
And lightnings deadly thunder bolts.
Beware humanity the Olympians watch over thee,
In the grand pantheon’s arena known as the blue,
Planet called earth.
Written in sacred text ancient scrolls are legends,
Hero's whom fall and rise with the whims of
Those four twisted sisters called the fates.
Praying in pagan temples to divine deities.
Virgin maidens cry innocence tears on the
Fallens behalf.
Courageous champions performing on,
A grand theatrical stage to appease nobility,
Almighty audience.
Hercules half beings mortal flesh an indestructible
Landside of raw strength a force to be,
Reckoned with no power on earth could,
Over throw his father’s immortal throne.
Achilles tempered steel wrought and lain,
Upon human flesh.
In reverences shadow of a woman’s desist,
Dies at the feet of reverences unmerciful beauty,
Named Helena.
Bloods spear of destiny lies quivering, on
The far distant shores of troy.
As a wooden horse burns beneath heavens,
Moonlit sky.
Greenery's loyal leaf encircles mankind’s,
Spiritual soul to honor lost hero's in the,
Elysian fields of the dead.
Silent echoes whispers linger among eight
Peaks near creet.
In reans ashes and destructions broken temple
Walls life remains at rests domanate state.
At victory's trumpet call shall these guardians,
Rewake to take their place again amongst,
The univeral map of galatic stars,
The oylampians.
But your legacy's remembrances leave,
A magnificent brilliance no dynasty can,
Compare with your shinning example.
We remember thee blinded by thine,
Everlasting beauty.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Formed in untouchable flaming blare of anger
screaming in tremendous roar of billions in thunders and lightnings,
symbolizes strength, power and excellence
laid upon in my lamenting weep of pain!
Burn my soul, warm my heart, give me strength
oh, Phoenix, hear my sorrowful cries,
see, I now openly stretching widely both my arms
trigger my spirit again to fly and seek with hopeful fire!
Ahhhhhh!
Fire on me, burn on me, throw again your flame
give me excellence to strive and do the game!
At this daunt confusion and cloak of predators that been thru my way
flame my heart with hopeful strength again!
Let me be God's phoenix, into each heart
though I may look indifferent thru insights,
blame me not, for I know I struggled much
to overcome darkness' laughters and mocks,
I have to - call the Phoenix to burn in flame and roar again!
(Phoenix- in Egyptian mythology, a legendary bird of great beauty, unique of its kind, consumed itself with fire. A person of matches beauty or excellence.)
Inner Whispers
"As early morning thunderstorms"
Bring down a pouring rain
All of nature is silent~still
Snuggled in nest remain
As early morning's lightnings flash
And thunder above rolls
The covers feel comfortable
Deep within my soul
As early morning's cold rain pours
Like Morton Salt today
Your embrace consoles me my love
The Dove is here to stay
Like the dew glistening this morn
Your love sparkles and shines
"As early morning thunderstorms"
Melts this soft heart of mine
Poet Becca Lucas' "Morning Storms" a Triolet
Line used "As early morning thunderstorms"
Contest: Pick a line/ any line
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Written this 24th day of August 2013
Poet: Sara Kendrick
Form: Poulter's Measure
You were fire and I was ice
Two enemies but I fell for you twice
I sizzle at your touch
You cool at my rush
Like a brain freeze in summer that feels painfully relieving
We love each other more than anything
But there’s a side to you that I never knew
Everything you said were never true
Epiphany that made me cry
Broken hearted, I swear I would die
Without recognition I split myself in two
With the thought of “I wasn’t meant for you”
Anger came over me as the sky roared with thunder
Even the lightnings started to fright and ponder
I started to think that you were another picture to burn
When my heart was filled with scorn
But I couldn’t get your paws off my frame
The way you touched me I may never feel the same
I remember when I was completely crazy
But then you kissed my lips and you saved me
Then I started to remember how real it was and I saw the truth
The only way to save a tree is to keep the root
We made a connection that’s as strong as I think
Because a chain is as strong as its weakest link
And since there was no weak part
I reminisced something that mended my heart
There’s a side to you that I always knew
All the things you said that were never true
Was to save me from a depressing death
But I guess that you didn’t know that you’re my breath
And the only way I’ll die is by losing you forever
You and I together nothing is better