Metaphor Natural Disasters Poems

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...

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Students their little burning harmonies | you compos’d it 
One single gallery | public arras blasé debate re-placed
Sheets just- | cool on clothesline whiskered with...

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HELL'S WINTER

Palisade fires
canvassing hell here on earth;
hot flames rioting!...

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A tree is dying
The flowers fell to the ground
Each leaf blown by wind....

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We stand still as stone, hold our shape over time 
Watchers of the mosque, we watch as masks walk
Each passing stride a new universe of...

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I soar high above the mountains touching every elusive peak
carrying white fluffy clouds on my back, unhinged and free
The parched lands look up to me...

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A light instrument flows, ink darkness; folded within
Flowers; a painless, healing, prescription of treatment 
Such secure grounding, found; in glowing obsidian

Happiness; gives sharp antithesis of...

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I am a yellow and sweet sticky treat
for fuzzy-footed bumblebee, fair and yellow.
Silky fellow, delightfully. Sun is warm
and runs warm hands through my
fuzzy friend's gilded...

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I
one sees less-marketable manners, traits
as one plays with dirt - we used to say "soil," -
wherever I go, i will be pottering plants like Philodendron

II
today...

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What is born in the thermals of a barren land
A spiral of destruction sublime

(I feel its power seeping into the ground)

Across the seas, it comes...

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Remote land summon an aloof tempest,
Bursting lights glint inquietude offshore,
Edged mists intimate like an apprentice,
Intrigue asserts the clouded to explore.

Inland heating like a warming welcome,
Landlubbers...

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She has a pair of subtle eyes to brood in forlorn,
the vile tale of heart rending cacophonic dissolution.
Those eyes were meek, never crude
to yearn the...

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When magma begins to flow
The wise begins to build bridges,
And construct channels and dams
That the god of magma
may be worshiped

When epidemics begin to rehearse 
the...

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I'm like what's next?

I'm in the P.D.X,
so flexed-
come rain or come next,

if the weather has test,
"I say" take the heather to caress the pests-

rush in...

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