Natural Disasters Poems | Examples of Natural Disasters Poetry

earthquake shakes the ground the ocean boils and hisses tsunami threatens ...

Continue reading...

...

Continue reading...

I wonder where, oh boulders and sand, Your spirit or heart truly stands. To you, of Stone with worn heart in your chest Surly you were once like the rest. Once A boulder perfect and formed, From the day you fell from mountain top, born. Down the slope you came and lay, To rest near a peaceful lake one day. And...

Continue reading...

Rain Icey teardrops Dripping slowly down the panes Like a bitter honey As though my brick home is suddenly flooded with bittersweet memories Death The reaper Who shines in the midnight hour like an eroding candle Finally shared with me the news As he took some of my suitcases with him With no farewell He climbed aboard his melancholy chariot “A stage of life,” he said And took...

Continue reading...

"The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire". Rains then poured out like held-back tears of anger, shedding emotions from the sky like a recently heartbroken damsel. The raindrops beat on the rusty roof— a drum that only children could dance to. But they danced not in the house, but right there...

Continue reading...

After the storm, everything was still— but not peaceful. Just... wrong. Shingles scattered like leaves. Walls torn open like someone needed to look inside. A tricycle, flipped over. Bent. One wheel spun, slow. It kept going like it didn’t notice the end of the world. A child sat near the wreckage. Barefoot. Silent. Mouth open—but no sound. I watched. Wanted to speak. But silence had teeth. And it bit down hard. Note: Grateful for a...

Continue reading...

The sky a disruptive horizon creating havoc in calm of evening when electric thunder suddenly booms without notice from neutral evening. The shrill of invasive pyrotechnics frighten animals and children in their near hour of slumber. Flickers of quiet ensues against restless distress of the neighborhood. Clouds begin to roll in steady flow, that after the thunder, kids devour pleasant bowls...

Continue reading...

Somewhere up above a mountain Was the volcano to maintain Lava voice as hot as anger It seemed nothing but a danger For away down the valley Was a frozen lake I was spitting so one could take Stream thought only one was jelly Fish to go deeper than deeper Lava ran to valley It was...

Continue reading...

Oh, my gosh, I’m freaking and feel such dread. What the hay is this nonsense on my head? I can’t go to work, can't enter the office! I will be seen, visible to peers and bosses, be the fool who provided entertaiment gossip. God, please, send help, I am stress-nauseous. I do not care about appearing faultless, but I'd...

Continue reading...

g a l e - f o r c e w i n d s l a s h i...

Continue reading...

Turning over in a ruffled bed, stark red numbers sear 4 a.m. into bloodshot corneas. Nothing but darkness creeps through threadbare curtains, frozen in place. A desolate silence becomes deafening, as birdsong no longer crescendos— what would have been the breaking of dawn. It's been six years now since our brightest star was thrown out of orbit, exposing the frozen side...

Continue reading...

Mountains made of waves tore the flesh from Mother Earth — flayed and flooding. The mud grieves beneath her, clogged with stagnant saline. She used to breathe — rivers ran wild and free, forests stood tall and proud. For she was once lush — verdant skin stretched over a trembling core, veins of sapphire seas pulsing with breath. But we carved into her with teeth...

Continue reading...

It was cold and freezing in the city of Denver. A day in my life I will always remember. The sound of sirens wailing all around. The police had gathered near a body on the ground. A man with no home froze there during the night. It filled me with sadness to behold such a...

Continue reading...

What if the orbiting earth were to unexpectedly run into a brick wall speeding through the galaxy one night in the middle of Fall? Can you imagine the sounds of death, destruction, and annihilation as Christchurch, New Zealand, crashes into the Atlanta Metro bus station? I don’t think that that would be any fun ~ at all! Bonus poem She unexpectedly...

Continue reading...

the old tree wrinkled and leaning storm warning...

Continue reading...