Blasting Poems - Poems about Blasting

I love the wind Blowing softly against my face, Fanning it on a hot Summer’s day, Stirring my hair; Making the branches and leaves quiver And the grasses to dance and sway, And all the while Whispering a soothing melody If one but listens intently. I hate the wind Roaring violently, Making the branches and leaves fall, Bending the grasses till they break, Whipping the dust around That stings...

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“Prairie Storm” The air turned Deadly still, The trees no Longer swayed, The horses neighed, The church bells rang Rabbits ran For their caves. Old men rushed To close their doors. Storm on the Rise! Storm on the Rise! Twister but a mile! Be here in a while! Hurry, grab the kids To the cellar quick. We haven’t the time To worry. It’s coming with a fury The...

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A crash of thunder accompanies the lightning above the mountain....

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Ashes afterlife, another elliptical ride behind the climb, A course of strife, cursed by the past forward in time. The wanderer of worlds step beside the tracks onto paths laid over tombs, Malevolent, malformed, misconstrued by literature, words consumed. Daylight is not bright, it's more like night with out the empty space, Moon bright is more likely to shroud facial...

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dipping sparkling light threatening with blasting voice ...

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"I only wish that ordinary people had an unlimited capacity for doing harm; then they might have an unlimited power for doing good."--Socrates BLASTING OFF What if human beings Were not broken sinners But the resilience of life Creating long-term winners Sitting on the launch pad Engines primed and ready Blast off is a go!!! Lifting off and climbing steady Floating above the blue A world of imperialism Masses...

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