Hailstorms Poems | Examples

BEYOND THE VEIL

Handicapped by charades,
A cacophony of voices
Comes from the real owners of the world
Who gather, roar, and whisper in a coven.

Wolly bat and tongie dog
Adorned with black wrappers
Teeth smeared with mysterious mixture
As they shape-shift with various forms inside

Even when persuaded,
Their words hold final sway.
Night is their realm,
Flying on bat-like wings
To summon ice and hailstorms.

They wield the power to manifest
In multiple, mysterious ways.
For background checks,
Elédumaré holds the power to thwart.

I hail thee…
Yet, all adoration belongs to God.

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Hailstorms in Heartbeats

In a flourishing vineyard,
I’m a vine bearing no fruit,
forsaken in the soil of twisted roots,
burnt and scarred in blistered blackness,
as the cosmic seeds engulf my skin~
with fiery flames of thunder
and scorching stones,
awakening demons to draw
darkness in drowsy strokes,
above this field of fiendish flowers.

Maybe this is the poem of a soul,
singing chaos to collapsed
clusters of leafless twigs,
drenched in rain and tears…
For my empathy, the lotus stars could see,
but you’ve long refused to feel
these aching refrains~
like hailstorms in heartbeats,
bleeding bonfires of woe, yearning to be heard…

Tonight I’ll find solace within ashes and thorns~
counting petals painted in pain,
pondering: if I were a rose,
would you thread rhymes of love
in syllables of gold and green?
Or would I still be nothing but a wordless sonnet,
    lost between the waning rays 
    of forgotten sunsets,
resting in a sky of moonless rivers…

September Rain

“Some stars are frozen within the shades of shifting seasons, yet the grief of love, etched in acrylic gold, whirls through the sunlight, dressed in grim mists,  echoing endless memories of a timeless romance” Quote By Poet 

I feel the frozen sigh of an aching sunset,  
as the warm mustard dews of moving mists~
 softly stroke the sapphire fringes of  
    silent seas, singing somber songs  
into the rain-kissed skyline,  
        heavy with onyx tears of angst,  
like a withering black rose,
   mourning within a mahogany casket,  
  locked away with sorrowful memories,  
  embalmed in hues of hurling hailstorms. 

Perhaps somewhere between splitting gusts  
and gales of grief, sullen sunflowers remain trapped,  
as souvenirs dusted with greying greens of a broken September.
   For every autumn  holds a narrative,  
   lost between the dusky views of drizzling leaves,  
and I will forever bloom from an opaque mirage,  
   listening to the fading forests~
whisper woeful odes to the wistful wind.

Why She's Crazy

Her tears drag down like hailstorms - 
  leaving welts across her face. 

Her shrieks & cries for help -
  have driven everyone away. 

Perhaps it's been her silence, though -
  thats earned her such a grief.

Or possibly her drive- 
  that's sought for beauty; buried deep.

It likely, could be foolishness - 
  (for) she's chased such childish dreams. 

With expectations far too high-
  (of) those who far exceed her league. 

Does she not get she'd be better off- 
  if she'd ever shut her mouth?

Or will she ever understand-
  tears won't save her through droughts? 

Her words have rendered useless-
  never mattered in any way.

See, if shed learn her place, perhaps- 
  a man might wish to stay.

Anemoia

Whether it be pernicious hailstorms,
Or be shiveringly cold snow.
It shall be in all forms,
And it comes by and goes in a blow.

Surprisingly it can be an exuberant reminiscence
Perhaps a past full of dolorous tear.
One can only see it in essence,
For it is neither far nor near.

Oh, The wonders it brings!
Deftly leaves on in disarray.
When it comes, it subtly clings,
Be it the month of june or the month of may.

May it very well be a place of fantasy,
Even a song so beautifully composed.
People erratically collate it with ecstasy,
By the virtue of emotions it grows.

Though the memories might not be real,
Mesmerizingly it blooms in me and you.
Sometimes it truly can be cordial,
And is delineated by very few.

Well, 'Tis merely a feeling,
So distantly called nostalgia.
As it may be endearing,
Precisely known as anemoia.

Before the Storm

Before the storm
The first in May
Extremely warm
Humidity lays
Tornado/s form
Bow down and pray

Darkness does form
The air does weigh
Chances aren't norm 
Showers aren't stray
Also hailstorms
We are spared__Yea!  

A weather system that has been out west of us is here today. There have been hailstorms, tornadoes, heavy rain, lightning and thunder out west. The systme is here but I am praying for less severe weather to hit us. The storm split into again. Half went above us and half below us. I think those above are having some really bad weather.

Change

Summer cries, autumn whispers,
I bloomed, like spring roses, despite my winters.
One by one, my petals fell,
Enchanted by an eerie spell,
Blown away by violent wind and hailstorms,
But they always grow back in their most delightful forms.
It’s a beautiful change, from seed to rose
The one who had to shed his old shell knows
A change is never easy but is a must,
So fear not what you might become, and in the process, you have to trust.

Miss Kentucky April

Miss Kentucky April arrives on gentle breeze
Blowing the new-born leaves on ornamental trees,
But we know Miss April is playing us a trick,
Dangerous hard hailstorms can pop up just as quick.

April always seems like the beginning of spring
But the middle of the month can easily bring
A peppering of light snowflakes come drifting down,
The sudden cold temperatures will make us frown.

“It is just blackberry winter,” our elders say
Hoping the sudden cold weather will soon give way,
When Miss April bursts of color in daffodils
Dandelions and violets the meadow fills

Before we know it, Miss April brings blowing rains,
Clogging gutters, occasionally our storm drains.
Miss April says to put away our winter coat
For winter is over, and that is all she wrote!


Written April 10, 2021
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Brian Strand's "All Yours" Contest
Poetry Soup - May 11, 2021

Bad Weather

I watch the rain pour down,
and hailstorms when they're around,
I watch the snow fall heavy feet above the ground. 
I enjoy watching bad weather, every single bit.
I'm at home comfortably retired and I don't give a ,.. damn.

In Love We Remain

Whirlwinds agree that 
stricken sands in a summer endure promise
Hailstorms entrance 
when a dried out autumn is tried
And when we take cover 
in chances swept adrift

Tones accustomed to 
discarded songs emerge
If we call them memories 
they soon will fade
In disturbed sequence some untie,
and toss prescient fireside kisses
into loss

Some engage..
and return to us untouched
Unstrung, they may disperse
Others gauge the tenderness
we favour,
Untouched, they may enrage
Yet others stray 
beyond their own emptiness...

And still,
in love we remain

Ride

There are many thing's I would like to say to you
But
Words can only do harm
When your world resides in the palm of your hand
And the lightning strikes at very most 6 foot away
On a rainy summers day
With hailstorms like tennis ball's 
But as they say
It can't rain all the time
Unless you are stuck in line
Closed for lunch 
When you are running late for your dream job interview
And the sweat has ruined your suit shirt
Isn't it ironic
That some might say
Tomorrow will bring a brighter day
Knowing there is a better than 78 % chance
We may have faced our Waterloo 
Or the wheel of future will turn
And I shall awaken a stronger man
Cast aside my Battle scared war tin helmet
And rise above my feral station
Only time will tell
If I am destined to rot in hell
Or sound the division bell
Ascending up to heaven's gate
And god awaits me
With either a smile or a scowl 
But hey ho along the yellow brick road
I stride deaf and blind
Merely a passenger along for the ride

Painted Lady

He fell in love with a painted lady.
She moved in mauve,
Her limbs sweeping in clouds of gold
That broke the monotony of his glass life.
Her presence brought hailstorms,
Navy rain that streaked her cheeks
And stained lips tasting of peaches.
She danced in her own supernova, 
Yards of brilliant bronze hair
Filling his mouth, his nose, his ears,
More flavor than hue;
More scent than shade;
More song than any color
Her swirling body could produce.
When he was with his painted lady,
He knew no shades of gray;
Her moods were rose and plum and sky,
She his lovely painted lady.
They tangled beneath stars,
Each moment brighter than the last.
In the fervor of their love
His days faded into months
Which streaked into years
Until the cool blue morning 
When his beloved painted lady
Released her last bleeding scarlet breath.

Cold Heart

For years she thought his heart would warm up,
and open the door for her world.  It felt like walking
in summer clothes in the north pole,
whenever she touched his chest;
she couldn't sigh, breathe or move.
It's as though he was afraid her hands would
melt his frozen heart,
and unravel his secrets.
Sometimes she joked, and asked him whether
he was an Iceman in his past life,
which he shrugged off,
as hailstorms gathered in his eyes.
Every day the space between them was becoming colder
and wider; she couldn't tell between winter
and summer anymore.....

Here Comes the Underground Steamboat

in dogmatic stillness, since uncle died
he's been traversing the phantom dimensions
from endless skyscrapers to artic edges
through hailstorms of indignation
but then he met the pondering moor king
lost in abstractions of his cane castle
and blocked his everlasting glance for good
it was then, when mist(er)y girl showed up
eerie and blossomless, just like anathema
and took the hillside rambler by the hand
astonished spectators watched the lovesick couple
as they descended to the subway of hollow earth
crowded and restless, markedly hectic
everyone thought it's just a plain buffoonery
but no one could break the mundane restrictions
and all once for disrobe that badly sewn uniforms
then, the catastrophe - cyclonic catharsis
earthquake caused by the centipede march
sent the ones with fiery hearts down the drain
likewise the tin soldier and little Lady
and sentenced them to be lone again

Song of a Lost Soul

roaring lions, crooked paths, 
Lord,i'm coming home, 
hailstorms, rainstorms,
Lord i'm coming home, 
forever, 

at home, i will have, 
the soothe of the heart and soul, 
Lord i'm coming home, 
Lord i'm heading home,
forever, 
taking my feet, on the dry grass, 
when seasons pass, 
with a twinkling sign, 
taking my feet, on the wet lands, 
where hidden thorns prickle my feet,

 i have left those lost folks, 
who vowed never to return home,
 i'm heading home, sweet home, 
indeed, forever.

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