Best Natural Disastersnight Poems
Don't open your eyes, selected to be the prize of existence, run forward, fight them all,
kill with no pity either mercy, engrave the death of the love one's on their forehead, let
them die cold, blood for wine in their final minute, raining for life, running away from
the eyes of the clouds, remain to bee seen, desperately fighting the sky with no chance to
survive the fact of dying, thinking is the only way, vow at his feet's, vow at his anger,
evil aura made flesh, so many soldiers dead, suicide, the bomb makes the boom at midnight,
crow's are up in the air, defending themself's from the wrath of humankind, we place blame
on them for biting of the eyes of the witness, say goodbye to cute little world, is over
now, holds hands tight with your beloved, there's not much time, say what you will because
there's no tomorrow, food is gone, water dries fast, trees intoxicated with our
behaviors, the air feels cold dead poisoned, deceived again and again one more time wont
hurt no one, but it kill's, it takes away our last breath, essence leaving from night to
day, we all desire death, pray for death, only child's are playing hide and seek with the
devil on the devils house, it must hurt deep everytime you hear them scream and cry the
loved night ahead, mourning the witness, mourn his name, learn to cry like a man, learn to
accept it hurts you the most, only for then pure betrayal cry's the hate, god ain't with
us tonight, only the devil taking away the last breath we got, this is the day, the day
the crow's show how much they were able to wait for this brilliant and beatiful day, why
now the beast rips his horns, his name cuted on the chest, no need to ask were the
cerberus came, tell the child's to say goodbye, tonight the world end's for good, no
tomorrow, no hate, only love for the dead and wrecked soul.
Across the street and down the lane
The long line curves around again
And men shivering in the wintry rain
Tell adversity's avarice in each refrain
This is the worst of time the best is gone
This is the end of time, night comes fast
And children, old emblems of the dawn
Are bent like wheat stalks in the blast
How could the prognosis be so wrong, this
Endless disease of human spirit, this
Cankering cavern of blight upon bliss
Something more than human is here amiss
And few that gave where many once stood
May your blessing be multiplied in kindness
And in health, for charity is the brightest bud
On the tree of hope in hard time's darkness.
Across the street and down the lane
Someone is singing a still refrain
The human spirit rebuking doubt and pain
While men are shivering in the wintry rain.
The country is broken, is flat broken
This is the end of time night comes fast
Compassion is life's last token, last token
And children are bent in the bitter blast.
the wind whips
the night to frenzy
my mind finds
a gentle peace
in its anger
I am eye to eye
with natures beast
she will win,
but I feel not fear
energized in the
height of her howls,
vibrating with the
strength of her breath
a fence post flies
to the shop
as the night
turns into chaos
and I have front row seats
to the biggest show on earth,
as I watch the creation of awe