Best Natural Disastersme Poems


Spring Clean

You wiped me out
The day
I was exhaled by that indigo storm.-
You stared at me with
Disapproval,
A frown sown to your forehead
As I lay on your fingertips.
Like dust in a dark old attic,
You disposed of me
To spring clean your life.

The Man In the Mirror

I looked deep into the mirror just the other day 
But I didn’t really like what the crystal had to say
He looked right back at me in a reflective sort of way
So I didn’t wait around to long

Over my shoulder, I watched him walk away
For a while I thought of stopping, just to chase him on his way
But I know that he’d still be waiting there, every single day
So I’ll wave him adieu in the morning

They say that he’s my double, though I can’t see it for sure
He looks sort of menacing, and his expression is quite dour
I know he looks like someone, it could be Kenneth More
I hope he’s in a better mood today

Of all the times I’ve seen him, he’s looked quite pale and drawn
I wonder if he’s bored in there, or if he has already gone
I’ll wait all night just out of sight and see if he’s there at dawn
I know for sure that I’ll be there, and this time with a gun.

I know he copies every move and gesture that I make
So outwitting him will not be hard, now that’s a bet I’d take
I’ll pretend to blow my head off he’ll copy me for sure
except my gun is empty but for him there’d be no cure

or perhaps I’ll put one bullet in and spin the chamber round
behind my back where he can’t see, my tactics are quite sound
just one smart move, my genius ploy, can put him in the ground
and as the smoke clears  I will see, who’s still standing him or me.
Form: Rhyme

Conformity Is the True Terrorist.

My spirit is tumbling down the hill and onto the cliff
Jumping off into a dark abyss

I've descended into doom
I've filled everything with gloom 

Heart palpitations give a whole new meaning to heart break
Fill these wounds and my pain to take 
So tired of all this chaos
Sick of all this straining loss

Pacifists can only pacify for so long
Before they realize the right thing is really the wrong
No matter how godly or how devilish
No matter what, this pain wont be abolished

Throughout the deepest trenches and deadliest gallows
The ghosts of my past come out and its me they swallow
I keep sinking down into these incomprehensible emotions
Everything racing by as my life moves in slow motion
Paranoia slips in deep
Normalcy is nothing left to keep

Craving most the things that used to bring me pain
I want all that comfort to be mine once again
How much I depise that you've single handedly put me back into this place
I never wanted to become part of this mental space

But you created this lie that I became a part of
Turned my whole world inside out just to feel your love
Now look at me
What do you see?
These broken dreams, these twisted alibis 
Trying so hard not to cry

Begging the world to not leave me in silence
I'll slave myself away, I'll pay whatever penance
Just free me from this pain
Take me from this agony, and let me see the light again.

Goodnight to you all
This peculiar girl will drift into her final fall
Enjoy yourselves and pretend everything fine
Just like you do all the time.
Form:


Broken Letters

The disaster is growing before my eyes
The terror and trouble I fear
I have my fears to keep me grounded
with some air left to breathe
All I see is re(a)d all over you
The anger in those eyes
matched by mine
You'd never come after me
or so I feel
but I take after you
reverting back to my old way
lost in all my frustration
and crumbling the world around me
A few weeks down this path
and its already left its mark
If you love me you wouldn't leave
to teach me a lesson
But help me escape and heal
from all that I fear
I won't compromise to make only you happy
You said you're doing this for me
So it's either you or another
I thought you were on my level
not one above me
belittling me 
wanting me to disappear again
I feel this way
lost inside
articulation just can't describe
I see storms and tornadoes
and you feel the aftermath
But did you know it's safest in the eye?
On my level
two as one
always and forever
as I've been told
This lapse of absence is debilitating me
Cause I never feel that hold
To be at the breaking point of one so predictable
If we can't get through this
not many will survive
natural disasters of natural feelings 
"for children who were broken"
trying to mend and to heal
searching for a confidant
for eternity of time
Nights to think and ponder over
before I give in again
Will you come back to me
and find shelter in the eye of the storm
as my closest, dearest friend?

Chambers Street

Going uptown on a downtown train,
Even though I am lost, I know I will find my way.
Here I am at last at Chambers Street,
And I see the light of day but I don’t want to go.
It’s taken me four years to get here,
A time when my soul and my heart were not sure.
I’m just another lonely soul
Looking for an answer, but knowing that it’s not there.

He would have been forty today,
It’s funny; he got to work early that day,
He phoned me early just to chat
About dinner, the weekend,
The trip he was planning, the weather.
It was such a beautiful September day,
He said he could practically see all of Manhattan from his office,
He loved that view.
Then he had to go to a meeting,
He didn’t say goodbye,
Just said he would call me later.
I did the dishes and made coffee,
Then I just happened to turn on the TV.
Ever since that day,
I’ve thought of all the things I would have said,
If I’d have known that I would never talk to him again.
I’ve been telling myself to come down here,
Ever since it happened
And now I’ve finally made it.
I am afraid to go up there
And look at all that emptiness.
Too many hearts broken
And too many souls just floating in the air
Looking for a final goodbye.

So I stand here looking up towards the light
And I stare at all the non people here.
So many times I have cried for my son
And reached out to hold your hand, but you are not there.
I am not alone, we will never be alone
But now Chambers Street will be just a memory
And I will see you in my dreams.


Written by Robert Meader June 2009
© Rob Meader  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

The Storm

Sometimes I'm like a hurricane
Tears falling like the rain
Sometimes I'm like a flood
Tears screaming all my pain
The rain falls on the fire
Turning it to steam
Emotions like acid rain
Take away the strength
The strongest statues crumble
Falling to the floor
Sometimes my lungs give out
They burn and scream for air
Sometimes my heart gets sore
I hear it beating in my ears
An earthquake of emotion
Destroys everything I've wanted
Everything I've fought for
Lays in a million pieces
Sometimes I want to disappear
Fade from your memory
Sometimes you're my worst 
nightmare my only enemy
Haunting me in my dreams
Sometimes my fears take over
Waves slowly pull me under
I'm lost in my head again
The pain and sadness grows
Thoughts take me for a ride
Fight, Flight, or Hide
Sometimes I don't know
Where the wind will blow
Sometimes the scars feel fresh
The biggest in my chest
The bets are all on you
Its been you before the rest 
All my chips are in
My heart, it beats for you.
Form:


Natural Eruption

It all builds up 
until I explode
all my frustration
with nowhere to go
There's no use in yelling
at someone who doesn't hear
So it builds up inside 
till one little word makes it overflow

I wish it wasn't so
because then it turns to ash
and everything's destroyed
I wish someone would help me stay calm
and not punish me for it
I just don't know what to do 
I need something for release
Pray...
         write...
                   release...
                                 Pray...
                                           write...
                                                     release...

Mistake of a Lifetime...Part 3

Could this really be true ? 

Have I done what I tried so hard not to do ? 

'Cause what I see in front of me 

is a sight that I wish not to see. 

She is pregnant now, and I just don't know what to do. 

'Cause when I saw her, my brain split into two. 

But what pains me the most, 

will haunt me worser than the haunting of a ghost. 

I asked her, " Am I the father ?" 

I already knew the answer so why did I bother. 

She asked me, " Why wouldn't you be ?" 

If only she knew how hard this is for me. 

I still can't believe that I gave her an infant. 

If I could go back in time, I'd change this mistake in an instant. 

But it doesn't matter anymore. 

Because this day was coming eversince I walked through this woman's door. 

So now, I invite her to dinner with me and my parents. 

So she goes to the car as I grab the presents. 

Now as we make our way to the dinner she has another deadly announcement to make. 

But this is an announcement that I wouldn't easily take. 

Now again, I just don't know what to do. 

For the baby, that was at first one, became two... 

...(To be continued)...

Mistake of a Lifetime...Part 1

I wake up to a sweet morning fragrance 

without last night in my remembrance. 

And I find myself in an unfamiliar place 

as I run to the bathroom to wash my face. 

I keep trying to remember what happened last night, 

but trying to remember is like trying to see through a bright light. 

I go back to the room to put on the rest of my clothes 

as the sun outside of the window glows. 

I suddenly come to a stop to see what's in front of me. 

It is a middle-aged woman holding two cups and a pitcher of hot tea. 

Now I'm having these crazy thoughts going through my head. 

Did I do what I think I did with this woman in her bed ?! 

I asked her in a frightened voice, " What happened last night?" 

And as she smiles and giggles, my thoughts come to me as a fright. 

She tells me to calm down and relax 

while I'm going insane trying to find out the facts. 

She sits down beside me and gives me the hot tea 

as she constantly stares at me. 

She tells that it's okay, 

but, at this point, I'm really not interested in what she has to say. 

So without further say, I rushed out of the door. 

Leaving this house and never to remember it anymore.... 

...(To be continued)...

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