Best Thunderclouds Poems
My thoughts are like thunderclouds
Thoughts that collide and give worthless words
Only sound .... my mind wants peace
Running from the storm - another shortcut
Another way to handle it
16.02.2014
A-L Andresen :)
(3st place in the contest)
Categories:
thunderclouds, words,
Form:
Verse
thunderclouds
shrouding the grave
my falling tears
03~30~16
13 syllables or less contest sponsored by Timothy Hicks
Categories:
thunderclouds, dark, death, deep, weather,
Form:
Haiku
The first time I painted the old red barn
I was twenty years old and the skies were blue.
There it sat in the middle of the hay field
Waiting to be immortalized on canvas.
The second time I painted the old red barn
I was thirty-nine and my life was in turbulence.
The fall thunderclouds predominated the picture.
The hayfield almost orange with the coming sunset.
The last time I took my easel to the field
The barn had faded to a dusty rose colour,
But the skies were blue and the clouds were fluffy.
The hay waved joyously in the breeze.
The barn and I had both aged and faded with time
But we were still blessed with the sun shining on the hay.
Categories:
thunderclouds, nostalgiaold, time, old, red,
Form:
Couplet
Fields of stars blanket warm summer skies
Songs of crickets and cicadas overwhelm the senses
In reply, fireflies dot the lawn
Full of dandelions and buttercups waiting for dawn
Far away flashes of summer heat strike with no sound
Showing distant lands and tops of massive thunderclouds
Soft shadows decorate the walls
upon silent ears quiet murmurings fall
a transistor radio blares its tiny sound
of ballgames in concrete stadiums ,
bright lights and a pitchers mound
Overhead fans stir dark sleepy rooms
Screened in porches give way to fleeting cool breezes
Heavy lids with dreams in flight
Soften those warm summer nights
Categories:
thunderclouds, nature,
Form:
Contest: Trilonette Contest Sponsor: Joseph May 6-21-23
#1
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River of Clouds
Lazy mists dawdle through valleys,
Wending in a river of clouds,
Surfs deep dales on rising tides.
Silver curly-cue veils dally
On twisting rivers like a shroud -
Leaves a pale kiss on riversides.
Mystic Rom roams the pine alleys,
Gypsy brume evergreens beclouds,
Cryptic nomad without a guide.
Flat bottomed shades float like galleys,
Wispy fogs tickle thunderclouds
Stolen cloud ships on a joy ride.
Rising tule croons playful songs -
Alto whispers for a singalong.
Categories:
thunderclouds, river, sky,
Form:
Rhyme
A gust of wind swirls rustling the morning;
scent lingers of oncoming summer rain.
Thunderclouds loomed with ominous warning,
lighting brightens black distance sky again.
Gray, damp, creeping closer, lectures rumbling
sounds; pouring rain swells the crops golden grain.
Ethereal summer rain, cleanse and cool
the earth; heaven's gift, rainbow color pool.
8/25/2017
Categories:
thunderclouds, rain, rainbow, summer,
Form:
Ottava rima
The earlier sky of blue is gone,
storm clouds gather in the sky.
There'll be a storm before the dawn.
The wind picks up, scattered leaves fly.
The trees are dancing their ballet.
The wind's whisper is now growing loud.
A change in the weather is on the way.
The sky is filled with dark clouds.
I stare at the sky, awaiting the rain.
Eagerly awaiting the storm.
Only touches of the once blue sky remain.
As the thunderclouds start to form.
I love the thunder and lightning,
a rainstorm after a stifling hot day.
Others may find storms frightening
but I love to watch the sky play.
Categories:
thunderclouds, nature, blue, love, sky,
Form:
Rhyme
October thunderclouds looming in the horizon
The eyes open bravely through a mist of tears
In reverence I pray - let the fall play the violin
03/10/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Categories:
thunderclouds, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Prayers descend like acid rain from
oligarch-soaked manchurians, stumping
for elected office, praising hybrid
demigods, passing out vouchers to the
peasants.
A slow rumbling-
part of the night-sounds-of-curfew;
descends like fire ants.
Cleaners of the guilt, hidden in plain faith,
unable or unwilling to walk, feign
blindness, darkness helps.
Cellphone towers only reflect scripted
light, as memories of real sunshine, fade
to black. A good cup of coffee is hard to
find, all the fine beans were swept away
early on, replaced by dancing bears,
politely ignored. Thunderclouds, imagined
in shapes of our founding fathers,
encourage the deluge, slowly ascending.
Underground-
a grim band-of-believers watch (again)
a pirated tape of their favorite '80's movie,
'They Live' from the fabled city called the
new capital in 'The Postman' Minneapolis..
while the tormented sounds of-
plows
scraping overhead, and
hydrants,
bellys full, feeding power washers,
cascade
over hardened
faces.
05/11/14
minneapolis
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
thunderclouds, allusion,
Form:
Free verse
Marshmallow clouds in gingerbread dreams;
makeshift skiffs sail cerulean streams.
And tethered to invisible ropes;
they ferry wishes and madcap hopes.
Turquoise rivers flow to aqua seas
where misty landscapes transform with ease.
And mythical monsters roam once more;
lurking in shadows along its shore.
Prodigious plumes span a massive rift;
as mobile mountains begin to drift.
And the purple-painted thunderclouds;
form anvils that lightening enshrouds.
Cotton-candy pink smears a blue sky;
where a scarlet sun has gone to die.
And as Sol slowly ushers out day,
trillions of ice crystals gild His way.
Categories:
thunderclouds, beautiful, color, imagery, imagination,
Form:
Quatrain
The lights of the city reflecting from the aqueous pitch, pavements in a kaleidoscope of colours create a melancholy ambience for the few who venture within. The city is transformed as the animated bustle of people, seemingly with purpose, abandon the streets to their suburban abodes, leaving a nugatory melting pot of the "Ill at ease" to pursue or solicit rudimentary shelter to respite their weary frames.
The man is homeless.......
To the city streets he is confined, incarcerated by their invisible partition that circumscribe his ability to breach the tenticaled alleys and lanes. For buzzing in his mind, "I'm not aloud" echoes through his sub conscience cerebrations. Involuntarily his legs move his ageless body, one foot in front of the other in timeless motion like a driverless carriage aimlessly meandering through the city thoroughfares.
He sits to repose on a lichen encrusted slab that has entreated a myriad of his ilk for generations past and assuredly for many more to traverse. For the briefest moment the fog that clouds his mind is pushed aside by a gentle puff of memory as he is transported to a place where children's laughter fills the room and a woman sitting at a dining table, her auburn hair comfortably resting on her slender shoulders as she gazes admiringly at... Then thunderclouds rush over him like a tidal wave to the sound of, "Move you filthy wino", he scurries off as the fog settles back into its occupation.
Lost within the multitude of human quiddity, like the leaves of a plane tree aquiescing to the winds dominating gusts. He is swept along the tide of life, existing but never living, obedient to every buckle and wrench, never adapting to the changing seasons, accepting feeling of cold and heat with equal passiveness. The drum of life ever beating, yet his march is incessantly out of step.
Categories:
thunderclouds, care, city, lonely, sad,
Form:
Free verse
I'm the thunder that makes you tremble
And the rain upon your cheeks
When the storm rides upon you
As the air boils and simmers
Puddles turn to lakes
And spears of lightening thrown down
Miss you with only your singed hair
To tell you
(Soaked)
You're alive.
Know that I've caressed you
Loved you
Held you
Raged against you...
It is only because you've held your ground
That the storm yields within my soul
And that I will adorn you
My thunderclouds, your crown
My crystalline snow sparkles as your jewelled cloak
And my heart, your rainbow.
Categories:
thunderclouds, hope, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
i watch the sunrise
unbuttoning the stuffed pouches
of thunderclouds
soaking
imagination
with dry-drunk dewdrops
becoming bubbles
blown through
ringbarked
jewelry
worn
by the roots
of rhinestone rapids
growing in
spider
webs
trying to catch
a flying_fox
there has always
been a silent
soft echoed
beauty
dancing on the tides
from down
under
perfect pirouettes
showing ligneous dustdevils
proper form
forming
Dead-Sea
chiseled
respect
healing ones
inner folds
unfolding miracles
tucked away in moonpedicured
moments missing myriad music
marching in eucalyptustars
shining smiles upon licorice
chainlinkisses
in my minds eye
blackroom sound-proofed
in blacklighted boughs
creating windframed
wisdom
seen with the hearts
meshed monocle
revealing purity into
eternaluminum sliced skies
painting
memories
throughout dimensions
of a multi-faceted
prism
watched
from verandas
of velcro vicidreamt
sand
waking
up the sleeper
still
nowhere
near you
but
closer
than we've
ever
been
Categories:
thunderclouds, angel, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
Dark thunderclouds hover uneasily
over the red mesas and arroyos.
I can feel the tingling sensation of
charged air, an unnatural quiet
as the thick, humid air seems to
catch its breath, anticipating.
Suddenly the landscape is overwhelmed
by electric white veins of lightening
that flash and spread like roots
shooting down towards the desert floor.
Urgent rumblings reverberate
under my feet as I anticipate
the loud claps of thunder to follow.
Large, beaded raindrops, lukewarm
begin to drop steadily onto the dry
dusty terrain, marking the sandy soil
causing plants to rise up like
excited exclamation points.
I savor the moment, relishing
in the wonder of nature's drama
admiring the intense power I see
feeling reinvigorated and renewed
in body, mind, soul and spirit.
Written on 8/10/2016
Categories:
thunderclouds, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Words
are
Like Birds
They fly out of clear blue skies,
out of thick gray smother,
out of black thunderclouds,
out of serine, colourful sunsets.
Words may be like Majestic, Eagles,
swift and elusive as Humming Birds,
enlightening and silent as wise old Owls,
or as irresponsible as the Cuckoo Bird.
Words may be like god’s, Sparrows,
keen as the Hawk,
permeating as the Woodpecker,
or as elegant as Swans.
Words may be as eloquent as many a Song Bird,
or as beautiful as Peacocks,
they may be like the Flamenco,
or scavengers, like Vultures.
Words may ascend to great heights , or stoop so low.
Words soar into one’s world, upon veiled wings,
leaving their messages to be deciphered
by the discerning ear, the subconscious mind.
Words are dissipated by the winds that carry them aloft.
But seldom has their flight been lofty !!
Words, and one’s word, seldom carries any weight,
for deception seems to be word’s ever lasting fate.
B. J. “A” 2
January 16th, 2013
Categories:
thunderclouds, introspection, may,
Form:
Free verse