The sun had woken up the people.
The morning was quietly inspiring with a role,
When a deafening strong wind irrupted;
It hurled and made trees bend.
Grass everywhere was ruffled vastly.
I could not move properly.
Birds hid in branches of trees;
I too feared being blown on knees.
Leaves fell off the trees, others flew up.
Dust covered the grass and the flowers top.
Beauty became ugliness at once,
But suddenly quietness reigned like pence.
As the wind reduced its intensity,
Everything became normal in mind.
Though with fear at times and prosperity,
Life for sure continued to find.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Categories:
irrupted, analogy,
Form: ABC
I was defeated in a battle
fought in a place
Distant from where I was raised.
Defeat was certain
yet hope had the piddling of existence.
Had raised my canons, draped in metal.
Yet the army was nowhere to be seen
Cause this battle was between
a man who had to win what had fallen between crack
and the fate that had the knack
of snatching everything from him.
Still I clamored the war cry.
And went hand to hand with my nemesis.
I trembled when I saw his visage
Visage of nightmare that you see in your dreadful dreams.
Didn’t disclose his gimmick
Irrupted upon me.
Parried his attacks, his every move.
Yet his fist struck my head
and knocked me bleeding on the ground.
Mind was in the battle
but body was defeated and covered with wound.
Gave a glance, a glance that to him it seemed victory
And I would become history.
Covered in gore and with defeat on the verge.
Still there was a surge
of blood and thoughts.
But when I regained faith
Found that he had departed
to consume someone of my sort.
Categories:
irrupted, deep, depression, fate, lost,
Form: Free verse
I entice everyone, day by day,
Little by little, I expand,
To your rooms, your closets, your hearts,
Your soul, mind and body are not immuned,
From such a dreadful wretch as I.
Every day I am worse than the day before,
Gloom, doom, kill, cure, save and exterminate,
Need I say anymore?
Of course, for you strive on what I produce.
What am I?
Our books, TVs, radios, CDs, and computers,
Have knowledge of my uncanty wrath,
Like a volcanico on the move,
I have irrupted with smoke and moving lava,
Here, there, and in every country I shall progress,
To conquer man and beast alike,
For there remains no place in which to hide,
Should someone decide to stop me in my tracks,
"No!" would come the vote, and I'd win by a landslide.
What am I?
Categories:
irrupted, allegory, day, day, riddle,
Form: I do not know?