Best Thundercloud Poems

Frightening beauty
Buldging with intensity,
Gloomy thunderhead....

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Gangsta politicians,
falling stars   ...   twinkling
of an eye 
	disappearing

Leper lips
	 halitosis blowing
Got there gun clips
and stacked deck 
	    poker...

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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...

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To all who are deep inside your chambers,
asleep in your homes abroad.
Here comes the sound of drums,
decreeing new orders from God.

To all of you clovers...

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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...

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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...

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Now this is a great story… But where to begin… Oh, Yes… I see… 

Our Dear Sheriff of CrazyLand lives in a town called ‘Nodding-off-Ham’
Where...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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
...

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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...

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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...

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the quintessential beautiful day
but there is shadow etched in the patches of light
there is taste of misgivings in sweet afternoon air
the heart sketches its dreamscape
but...

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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...

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