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Cyclones Poems - Poems about Cyclones

cynical cyclones carve through a lurid landscape

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Categories: cyclones, dark, scary, surreal,
Form: Concrete

Typhoons Cyclones and Hurricanes

Typhoons, cyclones and hurricanes
Alternate male and female names
Derechos included too
Winds that make us feel blue
Serious and deadly, playing no games.

Categories: cyclones, wind,
Form: Limerick

She Rode On the Back of a Cyclones Tail

She rode on the back of a cyclone’s tail.
We did not put it together until years later.
I am sure she was standing 
Probably did not fall once, knowing her.
She left on the back of Hailey’s Comet,
The only one who saw it, as it was completely unscheduled.

Categories: cyclones, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Light Verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Cyclones

Sometimes, we whirl in daily cyclones
    Troubles come about to deal with
          But in the midst of it all,
           Focus on beauty helps

Categories: cyclones, angst, beauty, nature, peace,
Form: Nonet

Concrete and Cyclones

Oh, fear! The sinister finger of a tornado!

                                Twisting, spinning, spiraling in turbulent

Categories: cyclones, scary, storm, weather,
Form: Concrete

Cyclones

When does the cyclone grow more shallow?
In the circling world, when does the fight become futile?
Your love is an ocean I only see now as a rivulet
Between the cracks of a sidewalk.
I'm there now with a cup, and the universe,
Which does not know me, and will not know me when I leave.

(*RIP Christopher Hitchens)

Categories: cyclones, life, universe,
Form: Free verse