Best Thundery Poems
My path beyond the shores of time
from life to there are maritime ripples.
Harrowing blades of rain
hammered from storm-clouds shatter puddles
of glass to rolling streams of echoes,
Misery’s trail towards cleansing waters:
A bloody throat gasping for water
is my alarm clock each day, it hurts all the time.
I drink and gurgle, but none of it matters, echoes
butcher my esophagus with hack-saw ripples
as knees tumble to drown in rusty puddles;
My lungs are a prison withered by the warden’s reign.
This morning I woke to the 13th straight day of rain
in Houston. From my condo overlooking the water
Clear Lake slept like a sidewalk puddle.
In July, humidity is a visceral sweater, sweltered by time
stitched in ‘X’s and needle-strung ripples
suffocating ragdolls in sweat-stained echoes.
I took my coffee on the balcony. Through iron-rods came an echo
redolent the voice of an angel; “Why’s it gotta rain
all the time, daddy?” she asked in wavy curls and golden ripples.
More clever then, I quickly responded, “Because god has to water
his plants, Ava, that’s why it rains all the time.”
It used to be I smiled as she twirled through puddles.
The morning sky darkened as shadowy thorns continued to puddle.
Nearby lightning cracks hid from thundery echoes.
With each explosion my locomotive doubled its time;
Faster and faster screaming and taunting the rain,
inebriated veins screeching “Ice-water!” -
…and then a stillness overtook me. The warden sighed a calm ripple;
From a dream my eyes bathed in tranquil ripples
of shimmering obsidian disguised as puddles.
Behind me were footsteps painted with water.
A song I knew from Radiohead was echoing
a muffled chorus through sliding glass doors; “broken hearts make it rain,
broken hearts make it rain” and I remembered a happier time.
Then ripples staggered down my spine. Tingling echoes
were empty puddles violated by rain in my fingers and toes.
I again looked down at the water and thought, “Better get movin’, it’s breakfast time.”
8/11/2016
2nd Place in contest "Rain" judged 9/10/16
Categories:
thundery, depression,
Form:
Sestina
Castle On A Hill
I saw a magnificent castle on a hill
Its towers up high piercing the clouds
Conical roofs with slight golden shimmer
Brilliantly covered with a sunny shroud
But the walls looked old and tarnished
And the big metal portcullis was rusted
The moat was definitely all dried up
And the ditch was grime-crusted
I wonder if anyone lives up there
If there is a princess on one of the towers
I'd like to be her knight and rescue her
If only I could climb above that flimsy bower
But this castle looked way too old
And abandoned as it lost its glory
My fairytales had a different picture
They did not look this profane in the stories
Instead it looks like one of those castles
They show in horror movies and cartoons
With a thundery night, full moon and a wolf howling
Housing a big frightening buffoon
Yes, that must be it
Its nothing but a scary old mansion
I'm glad I didn't linger there long
So much for a monumental attraction.
20/04/2016
Categories:
thundery, fantasy, funny, halloween, house,
Form:
Rhyme
Words run away
No rhymes now;
Rest in jest
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Love knows the way
Faith anchors hope;
Peace sums joy
~~~~~~~~~
Come what may
Peace of mind stays;
Style knows the way
~~~~~~~~~
Touch of good earth
Orchard of plenty;
Delightful harvest
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Weather forecast
Thundery showers;
Bright sunshine smile
~~~~~~~~~
Old couple here
Parkway bench respite;
Morning exercise
~~~~~~~~~
Walking their dogs
Owners chit-chat;
Suspicious canines
~~~~~~~~~
Early morning jog
Adrenaline rush;
Breezy wind cajoles
~~~~~~~~~
Lost connection
Internet down time;
Ink stains paper
~~~~~~~~~
Emergent light
Dawn hurls swift;
Dreamtime evaporates
~~~~~~~~~
Too much
Too little;
Too late
~~~~~~~~~
Wordplay episode
Clutter desiccates;
Unfinished business
~~~~~~~~~
Birthday greetings
Facebook amalgam;
Discrete overtures
~~~~~~~~~
Too much talk
Missing mileage;
Loose cannon wildcard
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Wild conundrum
Stillness circles;
Creative potential
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Leon Enriquez
06 December 2016
Singapore
Categories:
thundery, change,
Form:
Haiku
Upon the silent seafront under the scorching summer sun,
I hear a voice that cries out soft and faint as it sounded,
"O ci którzy mogliby mnie pomagac, daj mi! Daj mi!"
"It's on my head you stood, tall and vibrant under the watchful eyes of the blue sky.
Listen you!
I am a traveller from a far away antique land,
Whose shattered visage lies, whose cries tell tales of cuffed hands in the sand.
I am with whom by myself I define, in the eye of God a man, the egregious egoist,
And in the eyes of other men, the enormous load, the outcast old psychopath.
Listen you!
In these winds that bleed the quietest of all my taints and troubles, I complain not,
And by the thundery roars of the rains and all the fears and scares they give me, I manage a smile,
I am a traveller in a desolate land, unaware of whom I have become.
Poem by HUDHAIFAH
Categories:
thundery, age, beautiful, blessing, evil,
Form:
Free verse
O’ thundery clouds,
Your sweat drops so hard;
No-No-No, Sorry from depth of my heart,
Redolence of drops aren’t of sweat,
Sweet moist rose from land,
Affirms tear of emotion,
Rolling from your soul;
Chill our mind, heart and soul;
O’ thundery clouds,
You ablaze up quixotic nerve,
It’s time for love;
O’ my girl its romantic time,
Rain has wet your body and mind,
Get some warmth what I have,
seep through all your body
Reach your soul and rest,
Let’s make love, come and hug,
Kiss me hard lip to lip,
Body to body, soul to soul,
So are one, always is one:
O’ thundery clouds,
Its love spell for us;
You don’t rain, you don’t sweat,
Poignant drops from your heart,
Releases scent of inebriation,
Lures us for two bodies one soul,
O' thundery clouds,
You don't rain,
It's your drops of passion;
© Sadashivan Nair
Categories:
thundery, beauty, dream, girlfriend, heart,
Form:
Prose Poetry
My name is Emma
It’s common enough
But names are deceptive
I’m made of tough stuff.
I came into the world
On a thundery night
Too early, so tiny
I needed to fight.
Emma means ‘universe’
To others it’s ‘whole’
To me it’s identity
Born deep in my soul.
My name is quite simple
Just four letters long
No complications
For others to get wrong
In German it’s ‘strong’
And the bible does tell
It’s means ‘god with us’
And from Emanuel.
Categories:
thundery, self,
Form:
Rhyme
My sweet darling, you inspire me to heights.
How I love the way you look, smell and sound,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about your sweet fairground.
My sweet darling you to a happy arch?
You are more mighty, intent and content.
Meet clouds dull the present flowers of March,
And the springtime has the thundery scent.
My sweet darling you? Let me find the ways.
To love your aesthetic heart, soul and eyes.
Thinking of you only joy fills my days.
My love for you is the nappy sunrise.
Now I must away with a sappy heart,
Remember my right words whilst we're apart.
3/17/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
thundery, appreciation, desire, for her,
Form:
Sonnet
WHY WOMEN ARE COMPLEX
Women are emotional by nature , they like or love with all their might.When she likes or loves a guy, they do it with all their Breath. Here are things us guys are blind to or ignore:
She DREAMS of u
She WAKES UP for u
She looks forward to SEEING YOU
She picks a DRESS 4 u
She does her MAKE UP 4 u
She does her HAIR 4 u
She THINKS of u in everything she does
She TALKS about u
At night, she CANT SLEEP because of you...
All it takes is simple COMPLIMENTS, u look lovely, I like ur hair, I like your dress etc, and she will sigh thinking how it was all worth it. HOLD HER HAND when she's insecure, HUG when she's wants attention and ROMANCE her when shes jealous! Women are hardwork, if you want your end of the bargain then make sure you do your part. If you do, sit back and watch how she will do anything because her heart is filled with happiness.
Yeah they play games either to make you feel as SHE FEELS or she wants u to STEP UP or she wants to know WHAT YOU ARE REALLY ABOUT. At the end of the day, they have alot 2 to lose, physically or emotionally, but you gain a lot!
Learn not to take HER TOO SERIOUS, at times show a "FUN UNDERSTANDING PATIENT" side and other times LET HER KNOW what you don't like with seriousness.
Yes as a man u need 2 be FIRM or PRINCIPLED and draw a line but pride don't prove anything then cause a NEGATIVE REACTION (Two wrongs don't make a right).
Women are LIKE THE WEATHER, one day SUNNY, the next RAINY, the other COLD and the next its THUNDER.
If u want constant sunshine, open ur eyez and be on your toes.
If it's rainy, get ur umbrella and sing a song.
If it's cold, cuddle and warm her up.
If it's thundery, give the storm (her) some space.
In the end, her love for you will calm her down.
CHOSE WHICH BATTLES YOU FIGHT, NOT ALL ARE FOUGHT THE SAME OR NEED FIGHTING AT ALLl!
Yeah she aint perfect, so ain't you, but she will take care of you perfectly if you PLAY YOUR CARDS RIGHT!Don't get mad if some next dude has ur woman, he did what you wasn't doing.
But to be fair NOT ALL WOMEN are angels, some are selfish and unappreciative. Am talking about good women. Choose which one is worth fighting for!
BY HUSSEIN FARAH
Written 06/2011 (Edited 02/12/2012)
Categories:
thundery, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, philosophy, wife,
Form:
Verse
Funny Book Me Happy-
I so love my funny book
It is so special and odd.
With a huge mind's eye
A thundery attitude
It frightens, I feel happy
3/21/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019
Categories:
thundery, analogy, appreciation, books,
Form:
Tanka
Crumbs crumble under crunchy
Dogs journey with the crumbs
like vulture moving along mortuary
crumbs crumple under feets
crunchy crusade under riches
sheeps journey with crunchy
like rivers flowing into valley
crunchy grows under torns
Crumbs tortured under winds
burnt and torment in penury
crumbs always at the beautiful gates
Teenhood and Adulthood in tospy-turvy
Crunchy always in the beautiful houses
crunchy always tickled by sky
crunchy smile at thundery sky
crunchy smile at thundery sky
crunchy never knowing summers
Categories:
thundery, black african american, beautiful,
Form:
Ballad
Stormy Love
fervent love compared
as a dark night in the sky
trembling with thunders
tumultuous as a storm
gentle as a soft whisper
Categories:
thundery, nature,
Form:
Tanka
I was all alone,
My juvenile lost;
As deserted land,
Always yearned for quenching thirst;
Explored ambiance for moist vapour,
To form thundery wet cloud;
Lost in illusion world,
In quest of 'who I was';
Never knew where I was,
Roved subconsciously,
In pursuit of finding "Me";
Never could know without
Accomplishing the utmost karma,
Entrusted by spiritual lord;
Never seen him but perceived,
Felt when I was sad;
Then as a reflecting mirror,
A ladylove came in my life,
Vision of me could see in her;
Her attraction was enticing welcome,
Cohere both together as one;
Explore the next stage,
Giving life new one;
For what I was for,
On this earth for;
© Sadashivan Nair
Categories:
thundery, life, love,
Form:
Prose Poetry
In this back street in Neath
I hear the patter of rain...
The drains are filling fast,
and I'm so cold.
Reflective windows
are there none in this dark street,
for all is boarded up -
a travesty.
Black male cats
don't show up in this bleak street,
or females come to think of it...
A joke - that's me.
But I'm so cold
that I can barely chat to you,
and this isolation
is wearying to my soul.
More I cannot speak -
so wet in thundery rain
and it's filling up my shoes...
I have to go.
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8/21/2015
Contest - Rain
Sponsor - Silent One
3rd Place win
Categories:
thundery, rain,
Form:
Verse
LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND--
I love my girlfriend
Amazing and exciting.
She has awesome smiles
A thundery attitude
When she looks I feel happy
3/4/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
thundery, appreciation, for her, i
Form:
Tanka
All he knew was the moonlight shined brightly
Leading him into the woods all alone.
Zipping his blue jacket he wore nightly,
He carried his cane, with each step he groaned.
Ever so slowly he wandered away;
In his heart was a song from his childhood.
Memories and laughter would soon decay
Eager he rushed to the thick of the woods.
Rainfall muddied the old shoes on his feet,
Stopped him cold at first, he turned to look back.
Imprisoned in his mind he took a seat,
Grabbed his chest hearing a thundery crack
Now his loved ones discover him at last
Showing him the way home no question asked.
SONNET FORM #3 Acrostic Sonnet
Categories:
thundery, beauty, family, love,
Form:
Sonnet