Quaked Poems | Examples

Ruled by Trees

I beheld the quaking aspen, shaking and gold
I quaked in resonance with the breeze
If you're young inside, you never get cold
Its recriminations that make your spirit freeze

I wept beneath the weeping willow
It felt like the right place to cry
Under its cascades I found a pillow
Had a sad feeling, didn't know why.

When autumn colored I found a burning bush
Its red leaves engrossed my mind
I was aimless; needed a push
A small voice told me which path to find.

The wind sounded eerie through the screaming tree
I thought of ghosts, and the sum of all fears
I looked for clues at the canopy
I learned life was not as it appears

They laugh when I followed the cedar and oak
then turn around to tie their ship to any fad
To be swayed by trees may be a joke
But following herd river is just as bad.

I'll take a subliminal hint from every tree
Can you trace your worldview from what planted the seed?
I'll go with botany, to some degree
You can go with the river; I'll go with this creed.

Baby Dragon

The dragon was a cute little fellow
He was small and green and kind of mellow.
We had fun with him as he grew larger
Until he burned down our house and larder.
Then, the dragon was not cute any more.
The city quaked as he gave out his roar.
He burned then ate our gossiping neighbor,
No longer a pet but an invader.
So, if you find a lost baby dragon
You’d best be rid of it in some fashion.

Christ On The Cross

Where is power in our day?
so often promised but fails
but once real power on display
on Calvary's cross, one was nailed

Jesus Christ, the son of God
there, He displayed real power
held there by our awful sin
dying in our place in that hour

At Calvary's cross, power on display
where our sins laid on Him
Jesus bore sins awful weight
so we for heaven could enter in

This is the power of the cross
our names written in His sacrifice
every sinful thought and evil deed
Jesus took it all, what a price!

Calvary's ground quaked by this power
its maker bowed to God's perfect will
dying our death so we will live
this thought stops us to be still

The Lord was not in the Wind

He went into the mountain cave
Hoping his life from Jezebel to save
And a great and mighty wind tore in
But the lord was not in the wind.

Then the earth quaked, and the ridges heaved
But still he wasn't sure that he believed.
He feared imminent death, he felt so alone
The solid earth was full of shattering stone

Then a fire ignited, like candles in air
The trees went in flames, and help was not there
He raised a cloak as defense, dropped his sword
But in the fire there was no sign of the Lord.

He feared quick death, so much chaos around
But through the noise he heard a still small sound.
He walked to the entrance, looked out of the cave
After the destruction - what was left to save?

The voice spoke quietly, said "Why are you here? Go return:
The righteous will join you; the tables will turn."

I'm not sure what the story means
Maybe the idea is all is not what it seems
Perhaps it says to keep your perspective
To maintain hope in an ultimate objective.
When you get to the torrent that you must ford
When you are pursued by an unreasoning horde
When you're inclined to stampede with the herd
Take time to think for yourself, listen for his Word.

How to make love to a didgeridoo

Her shocks poured forth like a midnight oil spill,
body buckling like a sapling in a tornado, cracked like a Grecian museum urn. Moonflower extended limb petals, hips arched, limbs touched the nightfall floor. Her firehouse quaked primal.
Waistline oscillated, packed rigid. Gasps defibrillated, beasts fought through tight ribs,
Midriff dilated, injected, probe swelled with force.
Her breath hung heavy, smoke in a chimney,
Drumbeats drumming on her global map, sweat beaded like molten glass.
Weary rasps of elation caterwauling,
guttural sounds spilled from her chest.

Enigma

“I’m a conundrum. Or an enigma. I forget which” ~ James A. Owen 


As 
the soul
by free will,
chose to descend,
that contrast be felt,
thus be known in fullness,
no option remained save trance,
which it entered, burning the bridge
to heaven, God’s wisdom, love and light,
yet cradling deep in heart, the spark divine.

The deed thus done, now caged in feeble form,
splendour of light lost, soul quaked in fear,
yet from time to time heart whispered
secrets not meant to be shared
but love cannot be bound
and so cajoles soul
to renounce fear
so that it
may be
free.

I heard my tongue scream

I heard my tongue scream
YES!!!!  YES!!!!!  OH GAWD YES!!
The fork trembled
The knife hesitated
The maple syrup
Dripping lips quaked.
Cage free egg yolks
Filled the craters
Of the unexplored waffle terrain
Soft, plump cheeked strawberries
Crept closer to the golden shore
Blushing as the bacon sizzled at them
A knife parted the sea of syrup
Allowing it to mingle
To taunt, tempt and torture
The taste buds
Of a once insatiable beast
The last vestige
Of this gustatory grandeur
The hint of maple
Caressing my moustache
Tormenting a tortured tongue
Arousing a need to
Gently lick
That prickly collector
Of memories
In search of savory crumbs

God Inserted Poems into Soul Horn Whatever Poem

To write poems is my greatest goal;
God did insert them unto my soul,
Along with that created the need;
Sit down in chair and start to read.

While taking long trip on a turnpike,
Found perfect place that I would like;
Aspen quaked while duck had quacked
See what was there my bags I packed

Quietude After Thunder

The sky edged at the hazy horizon, a solemn slate, 
where the raucous cloud clumps on wings of storm ride. 
For the sun to set for the dreary night they don’t wait, 
unleashed, in rampant rage they well up and glide. 

The opaque sky is shaken and shattered asunder, 
deluge of moaning drops descends in molten torrent. 
The endless emptiness quaked by the tearing thunder, 
burns in forked flashes in the fraction of time transient. 

The fleeting lightning designs cold lattice of azure fire, 
lazuli light leaves the somber sound behind, 
striking me with deafening echo in the rattling air,
that blazes for an instant making me almost blind. 

The sound of falling sky sinks in the quietude of my core,
as the sapphire light shimmers in the serene essence, 
I view the lilac lining of dismal cloud I haven’t seen before, 
my soul immerses in the bay of bliss with flow of silence.

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May 2, 2023
Contest : Up To 20 Lines
Sponsored by : Sotto Poet

His Day Had Come

His day had come, and so He went and prayed.
The woes of all mankind upon him weighed.
His brethren slept; He knew what would befall.
His enemies conspired and did not stall.
A midnight kiss, and He would stand betrayed.

First seized, reviled, then stripped and flayed;
A scarlet robe on broken flesh then laid,
He bore the brutal cross and drank the gall.
His day had come.

A final breath. . . . the sacrifice was made.
The land then quaked. God’s sorrow was displayed.
The Son in linen. . . . on the earth a pall.
But in the sepulcher, His final call –
To conquer death! Man need not be afraid.
His day had come!

Submitted 3/12/23
for the Easter Poetry Contest of Regina McIntosh

Black Friday

I bought you a gift, Black Friday cheap
I hoped you would like it and want to keep
My credit card quaked and shook in my hand
I spent much more than I had planned

Black Friday gripped me, bargains galore
I saw the glitter, glistening and spent some more
The gold so yellow, Black Friday blond, amber
Will drape with pride on your delicate camber.

Black Friday arrived, a wooden gift box hidden
Inside the thinnest chain your heart may be broken
The diamonds larger on the screen, but tiny reality
The gold a wafer, the emeralds pale lacking vitality

Black Friday lied and Black Friday cheated
My cards are naked, my accounts are depleted
I dashed in the morning through the showers
And hid Black Friday, with a bunch of flowers.

David Cox 19/02/23

Por-Bazhyn's Sward

Church and fortress of clay that shone bright with might
Monastery of the faith of light
Though brief like a small spark stored 
Earth quaked and flames roared 
Dragons stared 
Sward 
Angels cared 
An island ignored 
Eternal with heaven’s lord 
As the radiant white moon at night 
Church and fortress of clay that shone bright with might 

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Date: January 20th 2023 center
Contest: Writing Challenge - Andaree Form - Poetry Contest center
Contest Sponsor: Constance La France center

With Ah Smerk and Grin

We pack our bags
off to Del Rio
my beautiful bride
to be
I spoke love
as our reason for
 co-habitation
of me me
she spoke stability
we wished to marry
for what ever reason
thats why I call her
my bride to be
when the earth
start moving
I grabbed the
Woman while
we're dancing
the earth beneath our
feets quaked away
Ya'll know that
one about Del-Rio
things my bride to be
will probably say

some marry for hoochie
coot chi
some many to combine there
wealth
some marry to make people
wonder about how they did it
some marry to keep there
covenant to there self
Seems I brag about
this woman I wish to
marry
aint shamed to say
I love her so
that we are here
in Dell-Rio
my bride to be
She loves me so

Puedo lamer tu cono
frota ,i cabeza
cuando te corres
que diensen que soy
el mejor amantue
grita mi nombre
cuando te corres

Juted Jealousy

He quaked and recoiled
At the thing he beheld
Unwilling to sing, he uttered
...sound, forbidden

Why did he believe all was beauty
And power would come to him
....the one creating
He was the CREATOR
Wasn't it obvious

She...she's a she
Can't even carry a vibration
Much less a man of great status
Plain, not an ounce of attraction
To yield men at her feet

I, me, I will NOT sing
I will SPEAK

STONE, the very stone unsung
Became his casing
As greasy fibers pierced the ground
Reaching out to his creation
Building the war to end all rebellion

against LOVE

Written by Trudy Schrader on 12-10-2022

The Stream of Silence

The edge of sky engraved in horizon, a somber slate, 
as on the wings of surging storm nimbus clouds ride. 
For the spent golden sun to go down they don’t wait, 
unleashed, in rampant rage they well up  and glide. 

The mute monolithic sky is shaken, shattered asunder, 
peels of ebon pile descend in molten deluge of torrent. 
Encompassing emptiness quaked by seismic like thunder, 
flames in forked flashes in a fraction of time transient. 

Cracking lightning blazes in the cold motif of azure fire, 
lazuli light leaves the lingering sound to languish behind, 
strikes me with deafening wave, rattling the layers of air, 
burnt to ashes by the flashes that make me almost blind. 

The sound sinks in the quietude of deep introspection, 
the sapphire light shimmers within my serene essence. 
The lilac lining of consumed clouds kindles my vision, 
my soul immerses in cosmic bliss in the stream of silence.

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August 2, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest

• Short Quaked Poems
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• Best Quaked Poems
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