Best Thunderbolt Poems
There is a storm brewing and it is in my head,
Words are swirling in a mighty roaring wind;
Like colourful leaves tumbling and twirling,
And then it is raining adjectives and nouns;
The dark clouds are sailing across the sky.
I try to grasp the words and put them together,
Now syllables are cascading from above my head;
The metaphors, similes, alliterations at my feet,
A whirlwind takes them away as I pick them up;
Periods and commas and semi-colons drift by.
In my head I am putting a poem together,
Stanzas like beautiful wet trees are sparkling;
And the wind is blowing, the thunder is booming,
My dreams of verse gliding away in the tempest;
A violet explosion and a thunderbolt, an idea.
Leaf strewn leaves utter a wail like a violin,
Oh the sky is painfully dark and angry;
I gather all my words to my weeping heart;
Holding them like precious gems I love,
Then I wake- the birds are singing outside.
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April 18, 2016
PoetryVerse/There Is A Storm Brewing
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Brian Strand
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A Storm Is Brewing
Kelly Deschler
Third Place
Categories:
thunderbolt, dream, writing,
Form:
Verse
Like a thunderbolt through the heart,
She was beauty, a work of art,
A snowfield on a summer's day,
She was an angel here to stay.
Such loving eyes to gaze upon,
How could I ever do her wrong,
The moment of truth did come then,
As I wrote with paper and pen.
Was she truly the love for me?
This is something that I must see,
Plainly my love for her was torn,
To walk in two worlds I was sworn.
One of love the other duty,
Neither shall wane but one must be.
(Eight syllables per line)
12~7~2016
Categories:
thunderbolt, angst, conflict, love,
Form:
Sonnet
He lies in peace beneath this tree
where death by shock came suddenly.
That thunderbolt struck Uncle Tom-
he faced the storm before the calm.
April 16, 2019
Premiere Contest: Your Best Light-Verse Poetry
Sponsor:L Milton Hankins
Categories:
thunderbolt, death, funny,
Form:
Light Verse
Oh, Trust,
You are the blessed cornerstone of every
Relationship.
You are the durable rock of
Dependence.
You are the unshakable groundwork
Of reliance.
For that reason
Only upon your unyielding foundations we
Should build any edifice:
Of care
Of partnership
Of friendship, and
Of love,
So as
No earthquake of doubt,
No storm of distrust,
No thunderbolt of suspicion-
No matter how powerful they might be-
Would ever succeed in reducing it,
To RUINS!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
04 June 2021
Categories:
thunderbolt, endurance, relationship, trust,
Form:
Free verse
I drumbeat your heartbeat
Sweat beating off body heat
I red dye your blue sky
With thunderbolt electrify
Play until my fingers numb
The fine hairs of your eardrums
And rapture into a new verse
Onto your flawless miss universe
My voice caresses the airwaves
All I want is for you to believe
When you hear the love part
Of my serenade in your heart
I don’t know why I lose control
But something deep in my soul
Fine tunes to your signal
‘cos babe my soul is rock-and-roll
And when you hear the drum roll
It’s just my stomach babe gal
Feeling your butterfly effect
Bracing for a powerful impact
When you charge onto the stage
‘cos even rock stars come of age
Hope to still pull your heartstrings
Through your earpiece when I sing
So I drumbeat your heartbeat
Sweat beating off body heat
I red dye your blue sky
With thunderbolt electrify
Play until my fingers numb
The fine hairs of your eardrums
And rapture into a new verse
Onto your flawless miss universe
08-20-2015
Categories:
thunderbolt, love, music, universe,
Form:
Lyric
Cap’n Thunderbolt
The moon stood out
Any traps about
Cap’n Thunderbolt did ask
He was on the road again
Brown snake for break-in-fast
The Drover said they went way north
Blacktracker with em eh
Following your week old tracks, old mate
When you robbed the coach and dray
So back over his tracks he cantered then
And followed the Traps all day
Just to confuse the Tracker
To make him earn his pay
He left Beeswing in a paddock
And rode old Combo today
These horses were good racing stock
Fast horse flesh to gallop away
Combo’s tracks weren’t known yet
By the tracker on his trail
And friends were hiding, not to fret
More racing blood I say
He crossed the border at Hebel
And worked horse breaking for pay
Currawillinghi had him on the books
For months fore he rode away
Some say he was shot by Constable Walker
Near Uralla on an 1870 day
Others say shot was his uncle
To the US he sailed away
Don Johnson
Fred Ward was Thunderbolt his statue is at Uralla
There is some doubt if he died or not when with the Traps he shot it out. An 1871 American
state census shows that a Frederick Ward (file #SC 289) and a Sarah Shepherd (file #SC
319) both arrived in America in late 1870. This seems to be an amazing coincidence
Categories:
thunderbolt, adventureold, horse, old,
Form:
Rhyme
WISDOM WAS FOUND
The day moves me into this ultimate search
Of the principality that Lords over life
And rules over Kings, nobles, aged and Princes
As my desire yearns for that which is profitable to direct.
Steadfastly aiming to avoid the natural consequences
Invited by my wrong actions and life's fitful fall,
I grope for the path of the higher realm,
Then realise that even the word of God
Is searched and tried in the furnace of fire 7 times.
I surrender my eyes to her rebuke
And embark further into the land of the greats
Even the discouraging and slothful wind
Couldn't strangle my lamp
Amidst intimidating and daring storms
Where men's soul stagger not
But swaggers into celestial hall of fame,
Owing to grace, persistence and doggedness.
If only I find her, discretion will preserve me
From the perversity of the diabolic whose path is crooked,
I thought of the rags of time,
How I had stalled in movements in life's race
Where I was born to take the lead;
My heart cried for an ornament of grace.
Who shall then buy me one?
Still I hear no answer but one from me
Then I sell all that's within me just for her bosom.
Even my manliness and ego holds me not.
Who can withhold himself from speaking?
For real you have instructed many,
You have strengthened weak hands,
Your words have upheld him who was stumbling
And have strengthened the feeble frigid knees.
By the blast of God you were let loosed
And all your enemies are subdued and fade away.
God understands her way - ask Him 'how'?
And He knows her place - find it now!
For He looks to the ends of the earth,
And sees under the whole heavens,
To establish a weight for the wind,
And apportion the waters by measure
When a law was made for the rain
And a path for the thunderbolt,
Then He saw Wisdom and declared it;
Prepared it, indeed, He searched it out.
To men He said, "the fear of the Lord is wisdom
And to depart from evil is understanding."
Written by: Vick Manuel (VickWizzy)
Copyright© 2013.
Reference: New King James version (NKJV), Thomas Nelson [1978], copyright 1982, Job 28v23,28; pg301.
Categories:
thunderbolt, 2nd grade, bible, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
I grabbed my shin guard and boot
And head out with my team unto the pitch
The crowd goes wild, old and young, all hooting
The horns of the cars and the vuvuzela’s all tooting
Super Sports, Sky Sports, BBC and ESPN- all reporting
The game kicks off, Tony in post
Anchored by Fish, Tuga, Razak and Bruce
Pirlo on the left, Tsidi in the middle, Speelo on the right
Saviola, Siyabonga and Blagodzi will be at the fore-front of the fight
Souls wrestle for supremacy, the crowd still alive and sparkling all night
Go Mighty Panda! Go Mighty Panda!!
The away crowd in purple, black and Green cheers wildly
Referee whistles for a foul and issues Tuga his second yellow
Two yellow cards means an automatic sending off of Tuga, my fellow
Down by a man yet not giving up, Coach makes a substitution as Noni comes on for Speelo
We’re taking things cool and calm
The opposition getting frustrated after 80 minutes
My teammates attacking and defending with an irresistible power
As the pendulum of action swings from one tower to the other tower
I took the game into my own hands and blast a ‘gargo’ shot in the eleventh hour
The home crowd goes silent
The 40,000 hooting crowd goes quiet
That thunderbolt from Siyabonga won us the cup
When the game is over the wining team gets a thump up
The losing team goes home to prepare for next season and to get fired up
The Poet Preacher © 2013
Categories:
thunderbolt, adventure, soccer, spoken word,
Form:
Quatrain
Your ocular perceivers are the most resplendent ones ever kenned to mankind, they are as abstruse as the ocean and yet so captivating, The word dainty was engendered when they have no words for your lips, Your smile gladdens the heart of a man as wine gladdens mans heart, Your voice bring ecstasy and drives out sorrows within the soul of the hearer, Your face is the most elegant impeccably proportioned in appearance, if an artist is to do one final piece of art, they would be probing for you because they ken it would be the impeccable piece. Your personality is so genial, fun, doting, and so alluring. Viewing your disrobement is like a thunderbolt of sexual pleasure even a dysfunctional man will stand erect by the view, Your voluptuous body is more than that of a damsel and Aphrodite is less resplendency compare to you. I feel like I fulminated you cause I have degrade your resplendency by defining, describing, and comparing you with words of comeliness. You are not to be compared by or describe by any man. Cause your resplendency is that kind of resplendency beyond description. You are crafted by God himself, the greatest artist of all time. Thanks to your father and mother for not utilizing condom to bring out the definition of comeliness into this earth. You are the hyperbole of resplendency.
Categories:
thunderbolt, beauty, creation, cute love,
Form:
Imagism
The darkness falls, then comes the rain.
Hell's demons call again, my name.
My soul cries for surcease of pain.
High hopes they had for me, in vain.
Their little girl is not the same.
The darkness falls, then comes the rain.
This inmost hurt, I can't explain:
A hollow shell of me, became.
My soul cries for surcease of pain.
A thunderbolt you can't contain;
My madness only to inflame.
The darkness falls, then comes the rain.
Despair within me sits ingrained.
By giving in, I feel the shame.
My soul cries for surcease of pain.
Intensity begins to wane.
This life, I fear I can't reclaim.
The darkness falls, then comes the rain.
My soul cries for surcease of pain.
Categories:
thunderbolt, depression, emotions, feelings, hurt,
Form:
Villanelle
As a child I loved to ride 'Thunderbolt" into the wind
living then rural, Thunder was my best and only friend
but now that I have grown so much older, more wise, mature
I no longer desire shoveling barns, filled with manure!
Categories:
thunderbolt, child,
Form:
Couplet
Back on the river, forward into the howl of the unknown,
for three days Sergeant Floyd has been crippled by excruciating pain in his abdomen,
as the only man here trained in internal medical matters it is incumbent on me to treat him,
Doctor Rush's "Thunderbolt" pills are failing to alleviate the malady
and the ground Peruvian bark hardly sedates Flyod, his agony is bleeding into the eyes,
for 48 hours the rains have been rampant making the river sizzle in cool agitation
the mosquitos are swarming like whispers in a brothel
they are the devil's needles, we resort to spreading lard on ourselves as a repellent,
ironically, despite the downpours the wind is high at our backs
so the sails are up and we are moving swift as a curse off a witch's lips,
Sergeant Pryor woke on the boat this morning with news of death
his voice didn't wait for breath, the steps of his boots broke open my irritation
after informing me that Charles had recently died,
I believe he expired from a ruptured appendix which we had no remedy for,
he had the soul of a lion, Godspeed to him,
while I slept my spittle smeared the ink in my journal
forming a pictorial omen of a tombstone on the page,
the only question is whom be it for,
Clark has identified a suitable burial place for Flyod on a large hill,
no one speaks, its just the slurp of the paddled water
and a handful of gold finch birds that seem determined to skip on the wind
reminding us that there is always a place for a soul to go,
coming up on the riverbend we are accosted by an armada of geese
so plenty that the trees wish they had that number in leaves,
my Lord, the ruckus these creatures are generating in honking indignance
as they lift into flight is nerve pinching,
its like an army of imbecilic people shouting in panic all at once
yet these geese are noble in their beauty and militant nature
and I see this moment as a sign that no Indians will interdict our passage,
J.A.B.
Categories:
thunderbolt, adventure,
Form:
Epic
Nature’s fury
a) Tsunami
Synonym of death
Tsunami
In sea’s lexicon.
Form: LUNE (5-3-5,unrhymed)
b) Thunderbolt
Sparkler in sky
Lovely. But, is it for a bad
Cracker close by.
Form: Trillinea O (4-8-4, L1&L3 rhymed)
c) Crimson Light
Fire or brimstone burning? The smile of whore
Or hell’s ire? Dusk or night, is it bloody
The last?
Form: Dixdeux O (10-10-2 )
PS: Based on the three given pics.
S.Jagathsimhan Nair, 10 Jun 2013.
For Debbie’s contest.
Categories:
thunderbolt, nature,
Form:
Verse
A gift from above the earth holds only peace and love
It has nurtured us for countless years and now it is done
We have misused her and she can do no more
The time of purification is at hand and now it is time to run
The signal will begin for three days and three nights, we will all have to pay the price
The skies will bleed red, the run to wilderness will be led
By the children of the earth and others all in harmony with the mother
Like a thunderbolt from on high the sky will turn its cheeks to blood ,
saying its final good bye, and all will be said and done
For Three days and nights the world will watch and wonder,
As the skies turn pure red in storm and thunder,
Ending man’s reign the skies will carry their deadly flood and put nature asunder
The suns deadly storm s will pass overhead
Men will turn to science to fight the cause and to be led
But Nature replies, it is my last goodbye
Now is the time to pay for your sins
Now is the time and together we all will cry
A signal from the great beyond, the days of evil will be at hand
The final glory of man before the fall of the land
The world will watch in fear and awe, and wonder what went wrong
For Three days and nights the skies will bleed
The prophesy foretold the beginning of the end
three days that will shake the world and its seed
Proclaiming the final warning , the final goodbye
You have mistreated the earth and the time has passed you by..
Mans time will fly and natures only reply
A last goodbye will be the only reply
Categories:
thunderbolt, nature, nature, world, time,
Form:
Bacchus
God of wine twice born
Bacchus son of thunderbolt...
two fermentations
God of wine twice born
Bacchus son of thunderbolt...
from grape to happy
God of wine twice born
Bacchus son of thunderbolt...
happy to headache.
©1/05/2013
contest entry
Categories:
thunderbolt, wine,
Form:
Haiku