Best Thundercloud Poems
Gangsta politicians,
falling stars ... twinkling
of an eye
disappearing
Leper lips
halitosis blowing
Got there gun clips
and stacked deck
poker chips ...
Sin City bullets overflowing
Body politic,
staph tongue infection
Still the voters ain’t
getting sick
and tired of the lies
Coming from the mouth of frogs,
whose sticky words
attract a swarm of flies
Gangsta politicians,
falling stars ... Babel Tower wishing
Twitchy finger hearts
on the nuclear trigger
Hope got a tarry start
Poof!
The next moment
whole cities were disappearing
Spotted skin suits,
so profiteering from the mutated pain
Rotten to the root,
nether mind laws neglect the suffering
You can scream
up to the top tear of your lungs,
but corporate desert adders can’t hear
Dare to dream,
poll take the right party plunge ...
Now, does that pledge lessen the fear?
Gangsta politicians
demand sycophant loyalty
Falling stars
want your eyes bowed down
before their flag
Begging for a peace of crumb
on your trembling knees
Can’t you see,
can not you read
the tea leaves?
Future past
is on a thundercloud roll
Terrifying prophecies
have so long ago foretold
how the end’s gonna be
Gangsta politricians,
Rublecon paws ... blood-licking
Houdini toes,
the next moment,
without a cash trace disappearing
Falling stars
want you joined
to their holster hips
Taking a serpentine bullet ride
to the bottomless pit
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Rejoice, unknown of waking fall
Apart this longish bramble path
For lest we stand ‘bove lowered feel
And lone of echo’s loudest call
Of whisperings we shan’t conceal
Despised this threatened aftermath
Now formed of cost and promised wrath
If only but to heed the charge
These observations kept at large
Neath thundercloud and pouring rain
A prequel to the coming pain
Unkempt in true ballistic rage
Through iron bars and bolted cage
Lost memories we soon engage
In jest, we conquer phantom dreams
As rivers drown in roaring streams
With night a fantasy to spill
And mouths of babes we come to fill
For here we die in darkened form
When crying tears we’d soon forget
Submerged within the caustic storm
Alone with every found regret
12/30/19
Written for the: Strict rhyme and meter challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Son Of Spock
Rhyme scheme: ABCACBBDDEEFFFGGHHIJIJ
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For in the end
we are all broken,
falling to moments like this
Scattered the pieces of
love never spoken,
lost in the whispers amiss
Thundercloud feelings
now forming,
save me in spite of my tears
Clouds of the past darken,
constantly storming,
drenched far beneath dampened fears
Caught in a flood
of emotions,
silent the sky bids adieu
Running from tides
now awakening oceans,
ripples remind me of you
Seeing the moon
brightly glowing,
pointing its beams down in shame
Checking a list between
wanting and knowing,
it is my own fault to blame
Why can’t I make
this decision,
here as my world comes a part
Feeling the blade of
your sharpened incision,
slicing a piece of my heart
Oh how I wish I
were blinded,
truly unable to see
Then of these dreams I now
find I’m reminded,
would have no bearing on me
Still there’s a part
that is shaken,
rooted in memories grown
Tossed on the roadside of
shadows forsaken,
hopelessly left all alone
Cast to the depths
that are calling,
no need to look for the dawn
Shattered and broken and
steadily falling,
all since the day you were gone
9/23/19
Written for the: Pick a line, any line Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
‘For in the end we are all broken’ – A line from Richard’s poem “Broken People”
‘Save me in spite of my tears’ – A line from my poem, “So Soft is the Sonnet of Willows”
Within my breast still boils like summer clouds
Passion and longing_ desire to be held
Like one afraid of summer's thundercloud
Feeling secure, warm, loved to his body weld
What happened to that flame; did glacier flow
Icing even small ember tucked away?
When did the last bit of scented smoke blow?
Love on different plane now exsist everyday
The new rose on the trellis grows pale buds
Soon to flower mature_ then loss of power
Sad plight each goes full circle fall with thud
Passionate love with a thud soft flower
Love's passion filled veins now clogged arteries
Cleansing required maybe just bilberries
Selectively forgetful,
That's what my mother says -
When I'm called to do some work,
I escape in funny ways.
I'm running short of time now
But I'll tell you all I can
Of all my weird excuses,
Perhaps the worst made by man.
''Can't hear you!'' I'll just say,
''Cause the fan is way too loud''.
And then I'll hear the footfall
Like a crashing thundercloud.
Another thing I say is
''Just wait, I'm coming along,''
Then my dad comes up and says
''What you are doing's wrong''.
Those two are the most common -
See, I'm capable of much much more,
But my storybook's now being snatched out
And thrown through the bedroom door!
Frightening beauty
Buldging with intensity,
Gloomy thunderhead.
An eagle soars above green crested waves
Of prariegrass riding on midsummer rays
An oasis of trees in the open grassland
With more life to show than is shown on one hand
For little is seen but a breath here or there
From a bird or a fox to the small browning hare
A thundercloud sits out upon the horizon
With a roar seldom heard since the days of the bison
A wind welcomed in but soons settles down
Stirring the heads of the grass all around
A sparrow takes flight to head to a place
Bathed in the glow of the warm suns embrace
From blue to dark black the sky will soon change
Bringing a rest to the day of the range
The nearly full moon's haloed glow
Doesn't cast shadow on hedgerow
For it's almost hidden by dark clouds
Eerily peeks through leafless willow
The night's darkness could be shroud
Coat all eve's creatures in velvet proud
All that eerie green glow_which frights
Came out from behind thundercloud
Dark night laced by cobalt and black
Hinders my vision of few stars on track
Leave the dark come to inside lights
Avoid demoniac counterattack
Sponsor:Craig Cornish
Contest: Night-Dark_Black_Happy_Sad
This one is somewhat of a interlocking
Rubaiyat
I would fly up high on whispering wings
unseen, unheard, so way above the cloud
and look upon the beggars and the kings
some poor, and others with great wealth endowed
I would fly up high on whispering wings
to see a multi-billionaire, so proud
while yet another for their supper sings
melancholy, slow; head down; beaten, cowed.
I would fly up high on whispering wings
look down upon the Earth, its growing crowd
and wonder what or who ordains these things
some in ragged clothes, some in golden shroud
I would fly up high on whispering wings
then I would take them all; I once avowed;
those with far, far too many shiny blings,
and smite them all from darkest thundercloud!
Wind in the willows
A soft gentle breeze
Whispers and rustles
Of the willow leaves
Wind strokes my cheeks
And caresses my face
As down the highway
On my Harley I race
Woodsy breeze blowing
Scent of Autumn leaves
As I ride my horse
Between the trees
Gusty gales howl
When Earth is too dry
Driving rain down from
A thundercloud sky
"Wind Song, Wind Song"
Stays in my mind
It is also a favorite
Perfume of mine.
In the summertime there were lots of cars and trucks moving up and down Cherry alley where I lived. Like the local bakery truck, many would stop to peddle their wares or deliver their goods. Their engines were not machined as perfect as today and so, when idling, they would inevitably leak some oil onto the asphalt.
In the late afternoon on those warm summer days, an occasional thundercloud would appear. Those dark heavy clouds would then split open like chickpeas, spilling their contents on us. For a short while, those brief, intense downpours would beat everything into submission, then pass as quickly as they had come. Afterward, the sun would appear from behind the clouds in full glory; puffed up to full intensity as though to say: “if you thought that was something, feel this!” Then she would cast her fierce fire upon the asphalt until thin rivulets of steam would rise from the street. It seemed an upward-bound wagon train of raindrops fleeing the sun's heat; attempting to return to the safety of their cloud.
Behind them they left oil slicks in ever widening circles of rainbow colors.
It seemed a reflection of joy as the oil embraced the warmth of the sun. The circles spread outward like the blossoming of a flower. It was like the thankfulness of a prayer I shared with them for the precious gift of sunlight.
I will always remember the beauty of the rainbows on the street where I lived.
Today, I see people who choose only to visit the dark side of their lives.
The oil slick on their road. For them, everything appears ugly or wrong.
But given that we have a choice, wouldn’t each life be so much brighter
if we looked at things through the beauty of the rainbows.
I can’t tell it all
The joy and sorrow we endure together
We can’t forget the devil who stole our clothes and made us Angora rabbit in Ankara Tavsani.
I remember our nakedness that was showcase in Mikaddo conference center.
The nails we confronted have made us a complete being
The storm we conquered in Jupiter has started paving way for the rain to shower on the crop.
Today we are on the steps to cloud nine and our footprints are polish with gold.
Tomorrow the thundercloud will experience our presence.
The stars will be our resting place.
The moon will watch over our dry line in Venus.
The angels will gather with joy to welcome great warriors that have defeated shame and struggles.
The first concern: mysterious babies.
Please let's turn to a new perplexion:
the emergence of the grown-up things.
Alzheimer's, or catching rabies?
Faint, like changing fashion bouts?
or a sudden busting-at-the-gut.
Lazy clouds plumping up
or a piñata thundercloud bottoming out?
Consider this working theory of mine:
the great, petrified, adult spine
evolves on eons of childish pining;
horses rue the portly giraffe.
Or - it is a soundless exchange;
we enter blind the portal of sleep.
Slippers, oblivious, on welcome heat:
two charring wisps in an innocent furnace…
You told me, once, that sheep dream of people-
people dream of sheep and fences in a giant
dance like the earth and sun and years, be patient,
count one-two-three (fall asleep).
But I continue to burst from cakes
for my own overgrown sakes-
to breath the knowledge of wishes.
It is a pitiful display
To belong where you don’t belong
Wanting to rule a former day
A worn out tune of a love song
No longer loved by the crowd
Down with the old King, so long!
The blizzard’s countenance proud
in the Kingdom of the Warm Front
Is quashed by the thundercloud
The waning moon takes affront
As sunbeams begin to amass
All victors leave the battlefront
Popular sentiments pass
Like a crying hourglass
behind me the door slams shut
i’ve entered into a time warp
my world suddenly imploding
a silence the size of a cosmic boom
enshrouding all of colorless morose
liquified into blobs amorphic
of hours converging into days
there was before
then there was after
who could imagine
from a thundercloud born of tears
would come a strength beyond fears
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on January 19, 2021 for contest COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (46) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD