Best Torrential Poems
Torrential Tears
Lost in a cyclone
Abandoned I storm alone
Torrential tears roam.
Sept.01.2017
Senryu on Sadness
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into the forest if she could. into the forest with dear wood--
if frozen fire stained glass trellice iced into a spiral destiny
collapsed convex on my skin with my love within shattered
into a million pieces fired up inside me melting us together
into a vase of love exquisitely and eternally.
Cascading in a rush
With a vociferous gush
Big drops on the crown
Poured steadfastly down
Amidst lightening and storm
And a loud thunderous sound
Playful restless
With a mischievous step
Banging at the door
Of her little head
A frenzied lot
Of deafening knocks
Raring roaring
Persistent, non stop...
Deftly she caught some
Coalesced them into a poem.
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A natural metaphor
Date Jan 20 2017
Writers note
This poem, ( title changed) incidently my first submission at poetry soup last year, signifies the surge of words, a metaphoric downpour engulfing the mind of a poet , deafening in their intensity.The poet's creative skills weave out a poem from this divine gift, rapping at the doors.
A downpour of torrential rain is all I see
out my sill so clear with dark intensified-
I see the thrashing from lightning on my willow tree,
as this thunderstorm is a cyclone personified.
I can sense the squall through my veins,
feel the resonating vibrations of hail on my roof-
Soon only devastating destruction remains,
I am astounded by the clouds; stoic and aloof.
The temperatures rise and fall without warning,
August shouldn’t be this cold during the day-
I know I shall awake tomorrow morning
to damages on my lawn and down by the bay.
The staggering rage of mother nature has begun,
a tempest in the worst possible degree-
I long for the moment I can see the western sun,
a downpour of torrential rain is all I see.
February 25, 2018
torrential rain
calling for floods
~ goldfish not worried
posted on June 4, 2018
A torrential downpour
on a bright and sunny day
as tears rained from her eyes;
Darkened shadows enveloped her
Although above her were cloudless skies
Sadness hits much harder
when all around you
is bright and gay;
A diagnosis of terminal cancer
Received on a summer’s day
She didn’t tell her husband
Or her children about the pain
She went to the doctors by herself
Hoping her worries were just in vain
The sun shines bright
Little children play
Flowers’ scents fill the air;
All alone
Contemplating what’s next
Her soul full of despair
A torrential downpour
On a bright and sunny day
She
wipes
her
tears
away.
rain keeps coming down
torrential bursts of fury
Mother Nature’s furious
Written October 3, 2022
Gray and overcast
huge droplets in bucket form...
summertime deluge.
It's nice to know faith in Christ forever flourishes in everyday life and inspires
itself to poetry.
Today's televised news can be very depressing to view...
Turning to Christ the Lord, are not enough people, too, too few.
More people of today are starting to climb aboard Jesus Christ's
rescue boat,
So that many more believing followers can spread His word
To add to the boarding list, of those so saved.
Men and women don't need to drown in their own misinformed
sinfull lives.
God and His saviored son will return to toss to man a spiritualed,
loving, much needed life-saver, bouied float,
from a torrential flooded sin leaked dam.
pounding on skylight
nature’s beautiful music
lulling me to sleep
Oh! Rain ….
Without discipline like the Vain
To the uplands, not to the low
To the rocks over there -Go !
They interminably hiss,
When you strike them and don’t miss.
Now you ‘re pillaging my heritage
By our forefathers celebrated with vintage :
The costs of their re-roofing not counting,
My thief- frustrating fence not minding
sadly no Joseph the carpenter to charge me a Christian price
For my now disfigured door;
Fat chances of the previous amount paying thrice
To again fix up my ravaged floor.
So, Torrential Rain, aim at that far away tree
And while doing so, feel quite free!!
Torrential rainstorm
screaming loud and crying hard
So I don’t have to.
Hubble bubble toil and trouble
I have water on the brain
The continuous flooding
It is driving us all insane
Rivers are overflowing
So are dams and creeks
Farmers are not sowing
And losing their cattle and sheep,
Streets have turned into rivers
Caused by torrential rain
The stress causes shivers
As it starts to pour again
Trees are uprooting
And crashing, causing harm
Dingy and boats are scooting
To stranded homes and farms
Vehicles and cars are left on the road,
Waiting for the rain to stop,
So they can be towed
To dry land, when they can find a spot,
Houses no longer liveable
It is unforgivable
Nature in the raw
What has this happened for?
Can somebody explain?
It has caused too much consternation,
Financial worries, ills and pain.
D-ay after the torrential rain
O-pens with wavering water;
N-ew dawn sees blue sky,
N-ight has vanished into thin
A-ir.
A-fter the torrential rain,
L-arge liquidfades away;
M-orn nineteenth of January
O-bliterates the gray.
D-ark clouds clear the vault
O-f the infinite wide lane;
V-ile weather is nowhere in view,
A-fter the torrential
R-ain.
cloudbursts & mini-monsoons
take to the wind---swirling,
spinning round, curling &
surging against the trees,
against the sides of buildings---
swishing across the asphalt &
pitter-pattering on the roofs,
shedding cool where hot had been,
washing away the evidence of
an annoying sunny day
when everybody was dancing round in their
flip-flops & shorts,
like it was 1969 all over again---
but the heavy sprinkles turn to pelting
that tear at the thrashing limbs,
that dig at the dirt roads now filling up into
puddles, floating neath’ the trash in the
streets & flushing it down the gutter in
streams straight into the drains &
though this will only be a brief moment,
some complain away about the rain---
upset by its destructive qualities,
they keep to the inside & hope that
lightening & thunder do not follow,
for those loud dominant crashes &
electrifying strikes that can kill so easily
do nothing but spark fear in the hearts of
those commonly distressed by almost
everything---
but to embrace it,
to dance in the torrential downpour,
to let it coast all down the body &
cool the skin so that equanimity is established
between the environment & the physical qualities of
your own human being,
this is the way through,
this is the newness that prevails after the storm &
only stepping into it can bring on out of it.