Mudslides Poems | Examples

IN THE EVERGREEN OF HOPE

IN THE EVERGREEN OF HOPE

In the forest of despair,
The evergreen of hope,
Firmly rooted,
Stands in the mist
Of the saws
Of injustice:
Her tired body
Having withstood
The fires of debilitation
And devastating mudslides
Of eroding equity and justice:-

Like her ancestors,
Seek, knock, and ask,
The evergreen of hope
Cannot, and will not,
Be rotted away
By political fungi
Of deceit,
Nor racist bacteria
Of eroding unjust laws:-

Though in its shaded rest,
Hopelessness
May linger for a while,
The evergreen of hope,
Continues to raise her eyes
To the nourishing sunshine
Of reality,
As she sows
Her fertile seeds
In waiting bowed heads,
Impregnating 
Their mental soils 
With divine
Liberating wisdom
And its supreme guidance:-

Helene

Helene, you stormed through Appalachian way
from the gulf coast,
you brought a merciless wrath,
a hurricane in the early autumnal mountains.
Mudslides, flooding, high winds, driving rain,
helpless people swept away.

You had fierce scorn,
you screamed and rattled our windows.
A hellion of force,
Blue Ridge recovery,
slow, but hopeful.
Weeping as the waters recede.
Some loss of lives, some missing.
Homes destroyed,
the abiding Lord,
His presence is here,
as many of His local churches are feeding people.
Under October sun, we gather again. ~

Flood

Earthquakes, mudslides, and floods.
The flood came with mudslides and road
closures, causing a major bridge closure.

She brought death and destruction.
She went, but not before changing
the landscape of Northern California.
She altered lives, but I was fortunate.

Once caught in a flood, I was
neither harmed nor felt any danger.
Family and property were fine and
never threatened either. But we
were shut off from each other
for a night and a day. But many
others suffered so much more than me.

Driving through a puddle of water,
My car stalled and so did I.
Communications were shut down.
So, I sought shelter and found
it through the Red Cross.

I was cut off from family 25
miles north of the Golden Gate,
a mild headache compared to
others in the Golden State.

The Silver Lining

In its thunderous voice, the sky spoke 
"Let the rains fall upon you" 
"Beware the hurricanes" ...the wind screamed 
Electricity filled the atmosphere
Gods raised their rods 
Forests trampled by mudslides 
Snow blanketed the plains, and... 
The deserts oases claimed to be real 
Then, 
Showing its face; the sun 
Spoke in warmth...
 "Life"
Let there be!

Bomb Cyclone

Choking, churning dense river of clouds.	
Vengeful, raging, wrathful airspace,
where seraphs and cherubs are murdered,
where cold torrential demons are unleashed.

Dank deep noons and nights interbreed,
incestuous and quailing, unholy waters
wailing, exploding, spilling specters,
erasing, defacing, disgracing all that was.

We all know the inequality of cruelty.
Cloudbursts inflict the most on the least.
Drenched hopes and soaked assumptions are
undone by mudslides, unhinged in flash floods. 

There are so many conversations we wish
we once had, before the rains started, 
before the blast of tainted waters scoured 
our private rooms, and it was too late.
No, we don’t know we’re drowning in
the life we repudiate.

Six Winters

A heat wave in Winter does not a smile make.
To be lulled into relaxation would be a mistake.
Don't pray for the rain if you fear the storms.
Gulf heat greets the cold, and the clouds form.

Floods, mudslides, falling trees, and icy roads.
Heavy winds and power outages take their toll.
Nature's four seasons come with depressing mixtures, 
to deliver their unique version to all living creatures.

A weatherman was heard saying, "Be prepared but not afraid".
In Summer's smelting heat, our good friends are trees with shade.
In Winter's freezing snow and cold, everything aches and quakes.
I survived six Chicago Winters, but my entire being was prone to shake.

011023PSCtest12 Lines of Rhyme - Winter Nature-Themed Poetry
Contest, Tania Kitchin |4P

Guess It Ain'T Worth Much

He's protected by insurance on his house
   his vehicles, a wide range of health concerns
   permanent disability, large appliances
   his business and all its applicable insurables

   against floods, wars, tornadoes earthquakes
   glacier-melt, cyclones, asteroids, meteors
   avalanches, mudslides, volcanoes, air and 
   seat travel...

                   ... But nothing on his own life

Committee In the Sky

Like a 5-person committee in a conference room,
they had gathered to engage in weather business.
Although a committee of five, they acted as one.
Their orchestrations for forecasting were easy,
and yesterday would be no different. Or would it?

There were white clouds, grey clouds, moisture,
sun, and mild wind. When unified in the canopy of
the sky, they are a force with which to be reckoned,
creating tornadoes, heavy rainstorms, floods, fires,
mudslides, and avalanches.

On yesterday, they had just one item of business,
but suddenly, that was quickly changed. A tiny bit
of moisture flexed its will but quickly pulled back,
giving way to the committee's will to produce a rainbow.
Me thinks that they were over-ruled by God. They wanted
to make it rain, but God wanted to make a rainbow to
remind everyone about His perpetual Rainbow Covenant.*

Each committee member never ceases to be arrested and
amazed by the rainbows they produce. Yesterday was no
different as they all smiled and dismissed the meeting.

8522PS*Gen. 9:12-17

Overload

Fire raged through heavy wooded terrain,  
Blizzard hit the panhandle hard,   
Bad windstorm slammed the western plains,   
Mudslides hid hundreds of backyards.   
 
Brutal sandstorm swept through arid plains,   
Fierce  hurricane aimed at the Keys,      
Havoc descended on tornado lane,  
Earth’s warming threatened baby seals.  

Crops were at risk in fertile farm fields,   
Crowds assembled for protest walks,   
Northwest reached one hundred ten degrees,   
Earthquakes possible near the fault.  

Hospitals were overfull with the sick,     
Medical teams were at wits end,     
Some thought the nation’s flame left the wick,  
Would never find its fire again.   

People had the lowdown newscast blues,      
Some feared apocalyptic end,       
The anchors said it was breaking news, 
And we looked for someone to blame.

Santa Ana Reclaimed

Wildfires of fall bring us whirlwinds of flame.
Black-scape throughout, life’s survival or death?
Spring blooms of dogwood. Renewal sustained.

Santana stampedes, she’s wicked, untamed,
through canyons of ages. We hold our breath.
Wildfires of fall bring us whirlwinds of flame.

Now Dante’s hellhound of Hades renamed!
Desiccation abounds where there were fresh
spring blooms of dogwood. Renewal sustained.

What brought this on us, is someone to blame?
Nature or mishap?  A crazed soul's arrest?
Wildfires of fall bring us whirlwinds of flame.

Now charred, disfigured but memory maintains
the clear hills of May, June sparrows, content.
Spring blooms of dogwood, renewal sustained.

Flora in peril, all creatures the same!
Twixt ashes or mudslides?  These losses attest!
Wildfires of fall bring us whirlwinds of flame.
Spring blooms of dogwood, renewal sustained.

A Fox Tale

Remembering days of young- long ago 
Adventurous me, I yearned for playtime 
Playing with my siblings on mounds of snow 
To the peaks of high mountains I would climb 

'Neath fallen oaks rotted stumps, I have hid 
I used to be so sly and so witty
Down wettened remnants of mudslides- I've slid 
'Fore man turned my home into a city 

I now live in an abandoned brownstone 
Once red-haired and fluffy-tailed; now all grey 
For twenty-five years I have lived alone 
Inside concrete walls...near the Hudson Bay 

One last howl, 'fore I dream into the deep 
One last howl, now I lay me down to sleep   



Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: Craig Cornish 
1/22/2021

A Tear For Planet Earth

A Tear for Planet Earth 
      
Some un-named politicians,
Do not lose sleep, about the
World’s Cimate plight,
They don’t give a thought
That they should get involved,
And our planet should 
All unite.
They do not care,
And give little thought, 
that we are close to a crisis,
A real nightmare.
Cyclones, hurricanes, earthquakes,
Floods, fires, tsunamis, mudslides,
Are but a few I can name,
Countries have experienced, this weird
Climate change, and pain.
Our world seems to be turning
Upside down,
And all we do is shed a tear,
And perhaps frown,
Do we grasp that pollution 
Sad to say,
Is here to stay?
Global warming is our
Planet’s threat,
Humanity in fact owes planet,
Earth, a debt!
Apocalypse we are heading for,
What have we in store?
We must go back to before,
To the origins of human core,
And have to solve,
And actively evolve,
To find resolve,
For we are near ,
To die,
Or fry,
Or perhaps a cool breeze,
Will make us sneeze,
And eventually freeze.
Politicians please do not
Look the other way
These scary global warnings,
Are but a heartbeat away!

A Slow Day Today

Today was a slow day on the news wire
Nothing at all going on
The people and things that cause trouble in life
Must have decided to call it quits and stay home

No earthquakes or tornado's to speak of
No mudslides or fires to ravage the land
All the people who bring us the bad news
Stood around just scratching their heads

Not a person was murdered or robbed
No kidnapping or spousal abuse 
Nothing much exciting to speak of
That we've grown to expect in our news

No bombs in the Middle East went off
No politicians were caught in a lie
No Hollywood Star said something stupid
No one famous or not even died

Yes today was a slow day on the news wire
Nothing at all going on
Which has the rest of us wondering
If this is the calm before the storm

How Novel

"I don't think you're going to make it schweets."


He spoke simple words with profound declaration.

As if he could really see the heaviness of my loneliness and the way the weight of it

Was making fractures. Hair line to the naked eye, but when magnified

They were canyons. And another man's name still reverberates splashed Indian paint

Off the walls. Occasionally causing mudslides, but today, words were an earthquake.

And the avalanche they effected almost crushed me. Almost.

"Almost" is the one word story of my life with no pictures.

I'm an unpublished work of fiction with too many empty pages and a ripped spine.

Because my author never really wanted me. So I'll sit here eternally.

Gathering dust because eventually he might just touch me again.

Mayhaps he'll fill me with his words. Scratching the ivory pages of my skin

With his sharpened pen and I'll grin. Stupidly.

While I bleed out sentences of him forever.



"I don't think you're going to make it schweets."

Party

In search of peace 
he burnt down his books,
living precariously,
as colors were shifting.

After the disengagement
there was anger and chaos.
In the swirl of mudslides
the mountains stood erect & high.

Caste, color and creed
on coffee table, 
for a birthday party of democracy.
A drone fell on the crowd.

The maniac depression divides 
the butterflies into pathless lies.
The grass was blue
and sky was red.


Satish Verma

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