Best Tumultuous Poems
I toss and turn
in tumultuous waves
craving your darkest fantasies
will soon explode around me.
You are beautiful
much like demolition
painted nails that leave
unfettered wounds.
I call for you
in my slaughtered nights
searching the room
for your touch.
We have become
spontaneous perfection
I face annihilation
waiting for you.
Atomized and negated
I need you
it's You I see
all that I see.
We are
the Hiroshima
of love...
Categories:
tumultuous, beautiful, desire, love,
Form:
Free verse
An old friend for many years,
my cane's ready for our walk.
And yet, I linger a while,
listening to two crows squawk.
Hiking on the trail, I hear
the distinct call of a quail.
And watch the dust devils twirl
as the weeping willows wail.
Far off, rumbles of thunder
warn a storm is on its way.
And as I start to head home,
charcoal clouds turn blue skies gray.
Tumultuous raindrops fall
as children splash ankle-deep.
And yet, from my veranda,
their laughter lulls me to sleep.
(Quatrain)
5/16/2015
Categories:
tumultuous, beauty, feelings, imagery, nature,
Form:
Quatrain
Travel Time Tropics Trip Tepid Temperature Tourist Town
Tunnel Toll Ticket Taker Taxi Token Transit Trail Transport Truck
Tractor Trailer Train Track Trouble Test Terror Turf Tribal Territory
Tender Trap Tricky Terms Tete-a-Tete Try Translate Think Talk
Tongue Tied Timebomb Ticking Tamper Temper Trinket Trade
Twinkle Tax Theft Taken Treasure Total Thoroughly Trounced
Twice Thrice Twine Tie Tight Together Torn Trousers
Tree Twig Too Thin Trusty Tool
Thundering Typhoon Tempest Temblor Titanic Turbulence
Turbid Torrents Twirling Twisting
Trembling Threatening Thrilling Thriving Thirsting Throbbing
Thirsty Throat Twilight Terrace Tecate Tavern Two Tequilas
Tres Tacos Tasty Tortillas Three Tequilas Ten Tequilas
Table Tab Tip Tina Tawdry Trollop Tattoo Taboo Toe Tap
Tickle Tease Trumpeting Tunes Tenor Tones
Talented Troubadours The Texas Tornados
Topsy Turvy Tick Tock Tardy Time
Tiresome Testimony Tall Tale
Thankful Thoughts
Totally Transgressed
Tumultuous
Traveler
Categories:
tumultuous, adventure, conflict, international, stress,
Form:
Alliteration
I
Started to ignore the words around
The souls uprising from the ground,
ignore the people on these phones
the sounds unwanted from everything
Even I ignored,
knocks on doors,
and all the uncanny things from their mouths,
see the things people don't see
On screens, and TV
they need to notice
the empty sandlots, and everything,
down to the size off rocks.
I use to didn't see
all interesting things, but
I do now evermore,
proud to say aloud,
stop and look around the world, cause everything, can
mean something to you,
as everything now does to me.
Categories:
tumultuous, age, art, august, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
As my legs grow into trunks and my arms into branches, the leaves of my leavings fall and sprout seeds among the grasses.
Spreading my roots through the mud, bringing myself a sort of immortality, though fickle it may be, comes about like destiny in its thunderous Ill-natured glee. Helpless be i to stop or divert the urge in which the need grips hopeless in my earth. Acquainted with tunnels and scar well enough to know how marred and barbed are the vines which strangle and tangle about me.
Pleading cries lie flat upon descent to the unhearing ear. And now true motives are clear and what I fear has come stomping.
And stomping.
And stomping.
Oh yes, they come stomping.
Categories:
tumultuous, anxiety, art, metaphor, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Tumultuous Desires
Or
Hope
The tumultuous sea of foam
Churned by the night winds and haunting souls
Natures gales bring forth torrential sadness
Tossing boats, upon a briny sea
The trees bend slightly in the wind,
Uprooted by natures decree
Young birds quiet, held in deaths embrace
Waiting for the stillness, to chirp and sing
Begat dark thoughts leave me shine,
Allowing life to enter my soul,
Lighten my heart to accept what’s mine,
My Heart once broken....
Fulfilled by a tranquility of hope and love
penned by Seren Roberts and the Great Arthur Vaso
Categories:
tumultuous, beauty, hope, sea,
Form:
Light Verse
"But it is good for me to draw near to God: I have put my trust in the Lord GOD, that I may declare all thy works." *Psalm 73:28 of the King James Bible
Gripped with educational challenges
midst reigning virtual learning paradigm
teacher’s heart of mine strives to smite surges...
tumultuous shouts for "normalcy" chime.
From face-to-face classes to online shift
checking internet glitches that assail
my mentor’s faith confronts commitment rift:
“Will my reaching-out zest and zeal prevail?”
Vanquishing pandemic-stricken school blight
along lockdown and protocol measures
my life-builder spirit trusts* the Lord’s might
to impart truth --- reality assures.
Dear students, though usual routine we miss
let’s keep our partnership in constant bliss.
June 25, 2021
edited on November 7, 2021
2nd place, " 'T' Contest, New or Old with chosen Theme: Tumultuous" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 11/9/2021.
Categories:
tumultuous, angst, christian, education, faith,
Form:
Sonnet
explore the empire
of the music mind
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prodigy to perfection
master of the
signature theme
of an arrested
musical moment
so versatile &varied
prolific & profound,
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Categories:
tumultuous, music, tribute,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Come, ghost mine, just for a minute
Let us dance you and I between the waves and the dwindled
Feather of a dream.
In this narrowed path where the stars and the night
Will flow through our skins.
Come, my journey!
I remember you, and you are the only
One who had made me cry a hundred of miles away
By the unholy despair.
Categories:
tumultuous, forgiveness,
Form:
Ballad
Tell me about the bluetoothed man,
of his stark naked truth, in toe
for a brief pause. The toll was mounting.
The tallest fraud of chilling facts. The city of
cold murders of hermaphrodite. The sex of
meanest level to become rich in seduction of wooly legs.
The wasps were hovering home. The stings
of famous wives.
Predicament of deficit bombs. Motivated artillary.
It is incursion of sterling thieving,of sisyphean
pain. The plaques were becoming honorable.
The spoon bills landing on dry lake.
Bracing the embattled knees, I dismantle my
life to start again from living the
death of beautiful.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
tumultuous, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form:
Time to celebrate, from such great ecstasy, the ear feels peppery
Uncontrollable mob, the scenes of joy and happiness copy
Morality of men, permits adulthood to behave sloppy
Underrated chaos for fun and a good time to taste crispy
Lost short awareness and only to be found through microscopy
Too much of noise in this event that a thunder strike sounds raspy
Ultimate is the addition of madness, yet all is happy
Over the moon, mortal spirits reach but in clothing so skimpy
Under this circumstance, happiness is in need of therapy
Sounds so dangerous, can even overcome any canopy.
Categories:
tumultuous, adventure, celebration, character, crazy,
Form:
Monorhyme
It’s the end and I’ve done all I can to survive this hurricane we call being in love
Why stay in the rain when the sky on the other side is bright with new beginnings
I fight the urge to regret the choice I made to be with you and put my trust
When all you want to do is put me down take me on a rollercoaster ride then leave me
Spinning wondering what I did to deserve your hatred toward me
Im a good person and I demand respect so because im hard on you when you mess up you want to
throw my mistakes in my face and make it seem like im not loyal to you
what is this that we call love
its damaging us
its leading us to say things we don’t mean
but it’s the end and its too late to redeem ourselves
the damage is done
after all the nights feeling empty inside
feeling misunderstood
we never say what we feel we only scream how much we hate
but really we hate ourselves
because we know this could have worked
but we chose unforgiveness and to be alone with the hurt
instead of holding on to love
it ends like its start
tumultuous
Categories:
tumultuous, cry, divorce, heartbreak, heartbroken,
Form:
Free verse
You entered my home, as a new bride, snow-white embellished!
I was in my bride-groom-dress, looked royal and unblemished!
All so, due to crude cultures, where marriage is a system,
Where prestige and status overpowered love and wisdom!
Though, like expert psychologists, they knew your commitments,
They knew I loved another and under love commandments!
They dared to enchain us, as both were caste-color-creed-fit,
Though they were aware of our heart-soul-mind mountainous rift!
You chose an edge and I another on the king-size bed,
Neither you nor I dared imagine what's lying ahead;
Then like beasts, we met as copulation too was custom,
While your eyes and mine searching far for another bosom!
We exhibited joy before parents, in-laws, kith, and kin,
While, like tigers or lions, we wished to tear their flesh and skin!
We shed a foggy smile and, like darkness shut them up soon,
Milky full-moons fail to remind us of our honeymoon!
How romantic the feather-like freedom we once enjoyed!
Slaveries of customs and cultures played on us great fraud!
Should we, like dogs or donkeys, bear these burdens whole lifelong?
And crash the necks of kids with milestones of our sins for long?
Or give up these hates, cock-hen-fights, make-ups, and put-ups,
And tell the world! Damn! Go to hell! Let's not fake! Need break-ups!
Are hearts tightly chained by scrupulous habits called marriage?
Should such marriage - carriage, need to carry heavy baggage?
(Though less these days, arranged marriages based on caste and creed, against the wish of couples have been common in India. These bring tumults in their marital life)
07 November 2021
''T'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
tumultuous, conflict, life, marriage, relationship,
Form:
Rhyme
I can't quite remember how I got here
It apprehends my vision, apprehends my senses
my hiding places are very well hidden
and there's no way to stay
this maddening day from my vision.
All the tensions created by hollow past
and freshly minted beating heart
devolves into a relentless friction
insistent upon being first to dine
my past and future lives
exist simultaneously in contention
What remains when I forget myself
except this fraught heedless destruction;
bitter solitude; angst without a reason
pity and shame, and dullness of perception
It comes from a place so deep
that even in my reluctance
I cannot prevent these floods of dark emotions
from spilling over into rivers of deception
I live trembling before my own regressing hatred
A trap of mindless self obsession
A poor fate that is soon to be forgotten
knowing that one day this will all be over,
and just one step too far will never be forgiven
It's plain as day I am begrudged by fate
and if I thought a single difference it would make
I'd offer my condolences, or is it apologies?
Either way it's all a little late.
Oroboros wrapped around the world
or is it just around my heart?
Slithering from one day to the next
I'd say what's on my mind
but there's no one there to listen
Categories:
tumultuous, loneliness, mental illness, psychological,
Form:
Free verse
so Dead are the wilted roses
Urban violence sprues
Fresh lawns coveted and racial views
Monumentally superb a beautiful woman
Covenant one who was so spurned
Her orchids are white
Her heart is so rare
In the midst of the chaos she's just stands there
Marvel soul is Stone
She is yet beloved
Her sunflowers reach the skies
As the chaos around her subside
Her eyes dazzling as the sun shines
Violent is the times
As a scent of Frankincense this woman
Vision of peace so kind
In this tumultuous urban times
3/10/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Categories:
tumultuous, appreciation, beautiful, betrayal, environment,
Form:
Dramatic Verse