Short Perfect Storm Poems
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Evil can never sail in triumph,
nor can it be dismasted
Dark symbiotic mariner
—in natures perfect storm
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
Like intense bone rattling thunder in a perfect storm,
my tidal waves crash upon your integument shores.
Jared Pickett
3/23/2010
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Form:
Murder! Tragedy! A perfect storm of
Emotions; Our emotions in which a
Close-knit family feels out of its love.
May you Rest-In-Peace Miller Jonas A.
wave
towers
ship struggles
Andrea Gail
lost
*For Royal's Favorite Movie contest. The Perfect Storm was
based on a true story. The Andrea Gail and its crew were
never found.
Messy hair, flashing eyes
over emotional battle cries;
Sadistic screams startling spectators,
war paint like a gladiator;
Ferocity in the veins of a warrior
Perfect storm, beautiful disaster.
An ocean so big and waves so high
Tears falling down , voices whispering
as i am watched by the eye
the sorrow and the pain can't be taken away
not even by the perfect storm
not even in its roughest form
Funnel clouds like hearts
The wind a passionate kiss
Sweeping them away
Rainstorm pouring down
Binds the lovers together
They are a rainbow
Pure as the sea
Two parts of one love
Can they swim forever?
Fallen deeply roams
Amongst Realms within spaces
Of nuded attire
Enhanced by a matching pair
Received stars on red carpet
Snapped allured affairs
Of cupids dart shot in sight
Igniting Fire
To which inside shines brightly
Of a perfect storm weathered
Everything's Perfect!
The Perfect Family
The Perfect Home
The Perfect Job
The Perfect Life
Practically Perfect,
In Every Way
It has to be Perfect!
I'm a Perfectionist
The Perfect Storm
Perfection is a Myth
Nobody's Perfect
Life is Perfect Chaos
A chasms depth, intuitively lunar
The sum of my parts, I wish I understood sooner
For in me, the Moon is an ephemeral form
The convergence of water and air is a perfect storm
Inside the eye of a raging hurricane
Dwells a scorpion that lives to heal others' pain
Air perfect substance, high winds are gusting,
flashes come in bunches, trees are bustling,
thunder like punches, rain pounds and punctures,
twister erupting, lawn furniture bumping,
hear noisy thumping, houses are busting,
street obstruction, ambulance rushing.
1-5-17
The house rocked with the power
Of the thunder this morning
As I was sipping my morning coffee
I could hear the deluge of rain
Hitting the windows and roof
I am thankful I am safe inside
But every storm makes me so aware
And in awe of the power of nature
as my thoughts and emotions
Converge into their own perfect storm
I loved you 'tween the rushes of love
and downpours of ecstasy,
amidst windswept rapture of the ages,
'til the perfect storm ravaged our destiny
left behind crumpled passages in its wake
still, I hold those love letters to my breast
whence those dreams of passion
breathe renewed mid dormant slumber
Paralyzed in a tranquil trance,
She stared at the white blank page, terrified,
visualizing a perfect storm, robust and rugged
Then her metacarpals mobilized, resulting
in a mortified tableau of a raging wave,
her pawn trapped,
she sculpted that death defying
dance,
perfection,
marred by a sadistic smile,,,
her first work of art
Love is a lighthouse
in the moments you shiver;
Give me a call don't stay lost at sea;
'Home' is written in bright neon
to guide you through a perfect storm;
Hiccups of darkness strengthen the glow,
on the rough waves it's the North Star;
Underneath it all our skins
surround two halves of the same soul;
Entangled hearts balance each other.
Intrinsic motivation
The cogs to elevation
To tick over and over
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
To persevere, persist and permeate
Whatever life may throw
To ride the peaks & troughs
Till a perfect storm of dastardly acts
A kangaroo short of a circus
Came home to roost
An existential crisis…
Begone…asap
To begin anew
Intrinsically motivated
She who shall hold love's heart,
Its beauty, its essence, its spark.
Be it Summer, Autumn, Winter or Spring,
She who beholds all of this doth bring.
The rain when it's dry to make Earth sing,
She can be seen as the Goddess amongst other things,
In a perfect storm, her dress is worn,
Though in all her seasons she does never mourn.
Perfect rhyme scheme soothes my ear,
Its rhythmic sequence subtly sways,
Lyrical images appear,
Excelling in iambic pace.
A perfect poem in and about -
Feather’s glory but above all -
It turns my senses inside out
Suffonsifies my seeking soul.
So where do I derive it from?
From the inside of outer form -
a Perfect Storm!
April 5, 2023
Intrinsic Motivation
The cogs to elevation
To tick over, over and over
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
To peserevere, persist and permeate
Whatever life may throw
To ride the highs and lows...
To ride the wave...
Till a perfect storm of dastardly acts
A elephant short of a circus
Came home to roost.....
An existenstional crisis
Pause...........
Pause...........
To begin anew
Author’s note: (This poem is true. Nothing in it is falsified or purposely omitted, even to
protect the guilty. Written one day that I had to take a z pak and some crazy cough
medicine (prescribed).)
Here I sit, sick in bed,
With Jimi Hendrix swirling in my head.
Such anarchistic style,
Topped off with a fetching smile.
Talent beyond the norm,
But his life turned into the Perfect Storm.
Hurricane of love
In the deep
blue waters
Spying you
a life storm
Opening Heaven's gate
The perfect storm
you raise me up
To see the world
nothing can be said
More beautiful
floating in the wind
In the heat
of the moment
You are perfect
in blowing me
off my feet
You picked me up
saved from stormy waters
Like a hurricane
My twister
Light headed
with love
for you my
perfect storm
I rest my case
on a house of cards
(that)
hit the nail on the head
(of) the nail in the coffin
(that)
hit the ground running
where the rubber hits the road
(while)
time flies when you’re having fun
in the nick of time
(and)
all’s well that ends well
all is fair in love and war
(let’s not forget that)
the writing’s on the wall
it could be worse
(as)
the light at the end of the tunnel
is a perfect storm after the calm
I killed my hope within me
And found it quite stillborn.
I let my anger sway me
And met the perfect storm.
My vessel looks unaltered,
My future seems assured,
But destiny has faltered.
Intent is unsecured.
My every motion runs
Away into the night.
My agitation shuns?
The still small voice of right.
No weapon comes so ready
And willing to the hand
Than that which will unsteady
The ground on which I stand.
Christopher M. Swan 2008
Into the mist which settles upon the waters
Tempered elements connect and clash
Each vying for dominance within their domain
Lightning chases Thunder throughout forlorn skies
The harder she cracks her brilliant, whip the further he runs
In pain he roars through pitch black skies
Man stands in awe of the battle displayed
And the heavens hang low and cry pouring rain
~*~
Note: Inspired by "The perfect Storm" Very sad ending, yet, one of my favs.
I was empty
Ignorant of joy
Unaware of beauty
A poem incomplete
A story unfinished
Till my eyes set upon her
Oh how I wish
To embrace her in my arms
To feel her lips on mine
Her soft kiss
Her warmth heals my pain
Pain of yesteryear
That haunts me no more
She is full of life
A garden of daisy
Lit by moonlight
Adoring beauty with beauty
She is a hurricane
And I a tornado
A perfect storm meant to be
Destined by fate
Oh how I wish
For her to be mine