Best Thunderstorms Poems
Spring Enchantment (a love poem)
As wisps of clouds creeped
overhead before a storm moving quickly east,
the moon lay down his vanilla beams
to dispel the darkness hiding our bared feet —
set side by side — romantically
touching for warmth, for love, for eternity,
hopefully, to envelop us, like the coming rain
in our lives’ thundering, combined heartbeats
…joined into those duets passion will release
all about from the great springs of yearning.
(c) s.y. Eslinger 3/2024
Thanks be to God——
Letters, falling apart
words, guiding no where
days are getting so dark
and I am so lost on my way!
Nights are getting Gloomy
and still I am so lonely..
I wish someone was there
just to hold me..
Moments stop where they want
People, every where, drop aside
no one carries on the way
even if you were to die..
I look around and wonder
why people are hitting hard
as if they are thunders!!
Causing the tears to drop down
as if the sky never stops raining..
Everything is so vague
hidden behind the Grey clouds..
And when I try to look through them
I get a hit back
and fall on the ground..
Even those who used to hold my hand
and raise me up, from every fall..
Now went away claiming that
they had enough from endless rose ups!
And here I am
in the middle of the road
standing in between
Mountains and Rocks
claiming to have a heart, and being of a soul
known as" Eternity Friends"
when they are just.. "No ones!!"..
At then I remembered that
whenever I need a helping hand
I will find one, at the end of my arm..
At least I can guarantee,
that it will cause me no harm..
Something about a thunderstorm
that takes my thoughts beyond the norm,
as up above in other worlds-
a battle in the skies unfurls.
Those thunder booms, like cannons roar
and growl as dark clouds clash in war,
then send explosions through the sky,
as lightning sparks the battle cry.
How deafening a roar it makes-
for miles, like sonic booms, it breaks;
so minuscule becomes my Earth-
diminished by its cosmic dearth.
For miles, the lightning bolts reach out-
a sky that flashes all about;
another world at war up there-
of us, our Earth, so unaware.
A thunderstorm is one small part-
a cosmic wonder, battling art
that takes my thoughts beyond the norm.
Something about a thunderstorm.
Whistle, rumble, tap, tap, tap
The song of storms is like no other
The wind whistles a quiet tune,
Caresses your eardrums
And you're sure if you left the house
It'd caress your face as well
The thunder rumbles around you
Its gentle rumbles resonating through your being
The cloud's purr is below, above, and all around you
It's like a mother's soft hum, lulling you to sleep
The sky's tears tap on your window
They try to coax you out of your protective barrier
If you listen and step outside
The falling droplets would cover you in their gentle, wet kisses
Whistle, rumble, tap, tap, tap
The song of storms is like no other
In awe, I welcome Thor with utmost glee.
The powerful celestial force set free
amongst the hills and over the coarse scree.
The winds that whip and slink — the hailstones loudly clink.
Flashes segue to link — I quell the urge to blink.
My pulse quickens at the rank petrichor.
I ignore being drenched, making my soul soar,
I turn my face to the rain to taste more.
The storm will not abate — it’ll make me very late
for meeting that’ll seal fate — my destiny won't wait.
Our tempers complimenting to a T,
and search for impressive clichés in sync.
Remembering that which had gone before,
I’m quite blasé about the hot debate.
This poem was included in the 11-poem anthology dealing with hailstones, in the online publication Pick Me Up Poetry, March 2022:
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© SUZETTE SONNET—SUZNET for short (9 April 2021)
A 14-line sonnet of alternating triplets and couplets, concluding with a quatrain.
1. Rhyme scheme: aaa (b1–b2)(b3–b4) ccc (d1–d2)(d3–d4) abcd
2. The triplets are iambic pentameter [*/|*/|*/|*/|*/].
3. The rhyming couplets are iambic hexameter and include an internal rhyme, namely [*/|*/|*/—*/|*/|*/] (alexandrines).
4. Concluding with a quatrain in iambic pentameter that summarises the poem in a rhyme scheme set by the triplets and couplets.
5. The volta is at L9. OR the couplets may define pivots within the poem, ie a tilting or shifting in the mainline of thought. When the latter is employed, it needs to be uniform throughout the poem.
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LEXICON
ceraunophilia: (n) A fondness (loving) for thunder and lightning and finding them intensely beautiful.
The term is derived from the Greek ‘keraunós’, meaning lightning or thunderbolt. On the flip side, ceraunophobia may be defined as a fear of thunder and lightning.
scree: (n) a mass of small stones that form a slope on a mountain.
segue: (v) 1. (in music and film) move without interruption from one piece of music or scene to another. 2. Move or shift from one state or condition to another.
petrichor: (adj) it describes how rain makes the hot ground smell at the first rains.
"As early morning thunderstorms"
Bring down a pouring rain
All of nature is silent~still
Snuggled in nest remain
As early morning's lightnings flash
And thunder above rolls
The covers feel comfortable
Deep within my soul
As early morning's cold rain pours
Like Morton Salt today
Your embrace consoles me my love
The Dove is here to stay
Like the dew glistening this morn
Your love sparkles and shines
"As early morning thunderstorms"
Melts this soft heart of mine
Poet Becca Lucas' "Morning Storms" a Triolet
Line used "As early morning thunderstorms"
Contest: Pick a line/ any line
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Written this 24th day of August 2013
Poet: Sara Kendrick
Form: Poulter's Measure
Sinews like steel traps,
Contracting and expanding.
Rhythm of movements
In fluidic four-four time;
Black stallion racing the wind.
Thunderstorms
Deserted the Sky
My mind tells me things won't be okay
For me until it's gone.
My mind tells my body it's okay
To sleep and hold no Earthly shape.
My mind tells my soul that it's okay
Things will be better off this way.
No more pain,
I wonder if I'll feel myself decay.
No more suffering,
This is the only way.
I'm prepared to do whatever it takes
Even though it will take my life.
It won't be long now.
I begged for you but for this I pray.
The fear sets in; the doubt.
What will my family do?
What will they think?
I can't leave them a note it's too cliche
Thought it's a better scene
Than blood shot eyes and bruise neck ring.
My mind tells me things,
It's ready to let go.
My mind tells my body not to struggle
It's okay to walk into the dark.
My mind tells my soul that it's okay
Things will be better off this way.
No more pain,
I wonder if I'll feel myself decay.
No more suffering,
This is the only way.
I'm prepared to do whatever it takes
Even though it will take my life.
It won't be long now.
I begged for you but for this I pray.
Thunderstorms rolling outside
Reflecting the turmoil of my mind
It's too much to wish for a quiet time?
For a peaceful moment in my mind?
Someone please let me know
How to turn off these thoughts that I don't want
This self doubt, feelings of inadequacy
I need to take a deep breath and just be
Look at the trees swaying with the breeze
In a place where I can lose myself and just unwind
Refill my energy through the night
Just rest my body and my mind
Search for that calm place inside of me
Let it all go and feel free
Get rid of the heavy thoughts
Put them to sleep, against all odds
They don't belong to me
I'll set them free
I just want to believe
That i can reach all that I was meant to be
Let the darkness go
Look up for the light
Close my eyes and feel
A new day start
Fill my lungs with the morning breeze
Let the sun's rays wash over me
Fill me with it's light and warmth
Until I became peace and calm
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November 30, 2016
I shutter the windows
and secure the doors
and seal myself
in inner rooms
far from
the booms
the flashes
the shivering static
that shoots
through the air
on these summer afternoons
when no one is here.
Drifting dark clouds race to blanket the sun
Not a bird nor insect or creature in sight
Momentarily stillness…
Tree branches brace
As silence overcomes the debris engulfed winds
Lightning supplying the only inkling of light
A sudden rumble breaks the anticipation of what’s to come
Rain begins to mist
Wind gust enhances
Clouds vigorously churn
Thunder crackles intensify
Downpour surges, drenching all in its path
Bombarding the atmosphere through
Whimsical sounds of natural chaos
Reluctantly unnoticed, the transformational
Beauty of the thunderstorm
A bucket list –In Bed with Summer Thunderstorms
A bucket under the leak in the roof has a solid hole
Next to the pail a trail of water and the bucket trembles
In the storm from the steady stream and into the night
Two holes one shelter one bucket one trailblazing journey
Is the bucket half full or is it half empty should I fix it?
Who is the roof and where goes the flow am I the bucket
To write poems under the leak please give me a waterproof pen
No paper needed I will write on the sheets and the wood of the rafter
It’s thunderstorm country around here.
They roam the boiling, hot, southern skies
on legs of lightning, like dark, angry trolls.
My Chinese roommate is impressed with them
because as menacing and mountainous and electrical
as they seem, through the trees whip and the rain
lashes - like special effects - no real damage is done.
Love is like that, a circus briefly coming to town,
that scintillates, palpitates, irritates or validates
- a carney-call with the urgency of a sale.
“Run away and join the show,” it whispers.
Love is both less than it seems and more than it is.
booming thunder
far away.
blinding lightning
illuminates the room.
rain pounding
against the tin roof.
cars swim
through the flooded streets.
thunder again.
closer.
louder.
like a gunshot
ringing in my ears.
people outside
running for cover.
rain slows
but only slightly.
i hear faintly
the familiar wail
of the siren
"get to safety".
all this i watch
while safe
and warm
in my room.