Best Quake Poems
Irish accents quake my female southland.
Males 'neath Newsboy Caps stimulate dreamland.
Irish yearns may want touch,
Did not seek to feel such.
Ireland trips could stimulate mate's backhand.
The copse of aspens quake.
Horses graze and cows laze
as languid summer splays
emeralds in its wake,
low fields to overtake
the prospect's cyan glaze.
Immutable the sun
in lambent saffron drape
above the lucid scape
contemplates the glisten,
auscultates the paean,
the whispering of crepe
as runes the leaves impart
to dulcify the heart.*
*Hexsonnetta is a form invented by Andrea Dietrich
1/7/18
Quiet fault lines wake up.
Quivering earth rumbles,
Quickly igniting fears;
Qualms of disaster loom.
Quality of buildings -
Questionable if safe.
Quest begins for relief.
7/28/19
A quake took place
between my shoulder blades
teeth ground to dust behind my face
the scraping of tectonic plates
scared me to my hiding place
bottles and blankets, a child’s space
it cannot withstand the shakes
that are now all too commonplace.
a rude awakening
earths shifting crust
towering waves break
stealthily hiding behind gray white mists
wispy smoke rising heavenward in twists
within caldera red hot lava boils
menacing flora, fauna and topsoils
beware if ground beneath feet starts to quake
creating distance the best choice to make
don't count on Planet Earth being your friend
always has potential to bring our end
please try not to take it personally
planets must do what comes naturally
do not expect any introduction
even for events of mass destruction
universe does what universes do
adapting to the results falls on you
A little pre-dawn shaking was going on around LA.
Early morning risers got a jolt on St. Patrick’s Day.
This quake went the same way so many had gone before.
Today, it measured on the Richter scale at 4.4.
Nobody was hurt, and no damage had been done.
However, experiencing an earthquake is scary and not fun.
Was it the spirit of St. Patrick romping along the heather?
No, it was just two tectonic plates rubbing together.
From a news story found on aol.com
A sudden heartquake:
Tsunami of love follows
to sweep away soul.
Earth quakes
Rocks slip
Tremors
jolting
Tins clash
Men scream
Ground cracks
Mud caves
Sea growls
Boats sway
Waves roar
Tides crash
Birds roost
Beasts cry
Fear creeps
Knees shake
Rubble
surrounds
Fate sneers
Death waits
God helps
Quake stills
All wreck
No death
Silence
pervades
May.29.2022
~Placed eighth~
A Brian Strand Premiere Poetry Contest
I was truly saddened by the massive quake
that shook China’s Sichuan province;
It was a huge disaster, a furious nature
that at times like this is indeed doleful.
I saw images of devastation all over,
I saw human sufferings in this situation;
I couldn’t believe their profound sadness
seeing deaths in legendary proportions.
Described as one of the worst disasters
in terms of lives claimed and destructions,
there’s superstition or tradition they say
that this might foreshadow in any way
a reigning emperor to have met his death.
Like a historical phenomenon years ago,
when the famous Tangshan quake shook.
the entire land where thousands were killed
and this happened just before the death of
the famous Chinese leader Mao Zedong.
That’s history! An unforgettable event;
a tragic episode that never occurred
to some minds with deep attachments
to this country where Communism
played the role in varied situations.
Quake victims received great attention
especially in the world of communication;
most of them I heard were migrant workers
from the countryside in search of fortune.
With the growing population elsewhere
I saw how Chinese people struggled
in their own way to overcome misfortunes
that life could go on with their convictions.
Right now, our major print, news and TV media
are sources and avenues of global information;
like epidemics and natural devastations
remind me of our shared, nationwide disasters.
Back in the Philippines where I was born
a litany of calamities and all kinds of anger –
they’re natural catastrophes like volcanic eruption,
all these shaped my vision and love for the people.
Oh, China, our neighboring country in Asia,
I could feel the shadows of your pain and mourning,
Your own people are also in my heart and attention
with God I pray to him that you’ll be all right.
Before anyone could say another word,
they all heard,
the quake,
a low, slight blow,
ready to grow,
and put on one hell of a show,
it was a distant rumble at first,
it grew rapidly, the buildings shook,
that’s all it took,
as rubble crumbled down,
crushing the ground,
cracking the streets,
and the earth opening at their feet,
upward went the vast soil,
people screaming during the middle of the turmoil,
the split in the earth traveled forward,
racing toward
the horizon,
as it swallowed everything whole,
people huddled close to waving grass,
waiting for the quake to pass,
hopeless, no doubt, frightened,
echoing cracks as trees snapped,
minds confused and briefly trapped.
How much more could the earth take,
As it battles another earth-quake?
Mother Earth shivers violently, quakes;
Her fracked core splits apart and
She weeps for her children.
Sown by beings courageous
The seeds of unsayables
Streak across landscapes echoless,
Vast and conscious of our mindsets,
To sprout home a shift paradigm
That gives insights to the sightless, quake not,
And voices to the mute.
Disasters have plagued our planet since the dawn of time,
When primitive creatures rose from primordial slime,
And a comet came down to hit a dinosaur’s head,
Causing a headache so bad, he was better off dead.
So, he asked the plain question, “to be or not to be?”
And invented Tylenol with codeine, number three.
Before you know it, Mount Vesuvius exploded,
And many kilometers of magma unloaded.
Thousands were inundated - a woeful loss of life,
One man frozen stiff forever with his neighbor’s wife.
The Chicago Fire was equally terrible.
To be cooked alive is certainly unbearable.
As disasters go, this undoubtedly qualifies.
Mrs. O’Leary’s cow did publicly apologize.
When the South Fork Dam breached, to people’s worst fears,
The Johnstown Flood immersed folks here and there to their ears.
If you happened to be shorter than five foot-seven,
You saw a few fish, and then you went up to heaven.
This holiday season, some fun you may wish to poke
At me, as you might Scrooge or Grinch, but this ain’t no joke.
Prepare for a worse catastrophe, never seen before,
One you can’t ignore, which will knock you right to the floor,
Let me underscore, get ready, there’s food to store…for
The Great California Quake of Twenty-Twenty Four.
Sunlight through watchglass converge at a point
Great nations through natural disasters unite
Katrina in U.S.or quake in pakistan
Its nature plan to make us more strong
the load of those who died
is on our shoulders who left behind
though hurt we not feel defeat
world will see us again stand on our feet