Short Squalls Poems
Short Squalls Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Squalls by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Squalls by length and keyword.
autumn stalls, a spent leaf falls
spirit yet graced by bliss squalls
rust red hues adorning earth
womb of life, wherefrom God calls
spacial stillness
a tumbler falls
space flickers
sensing bliss squalls
we witness
heartbeats born
God waves a wand
ushering dawn
This winter's song
snow squalls are gone
Sunshine is nice
It melts the ice
Snow storms have passed
we've seen the last
Bring on the spring
that's what we sing
drifting squalls pass by
battered leaves shake with vigor
creeks score forest floor
Brian Johnston
July 29,2014
Poet's notes:
Inspired by a Haiku by Archana Kapoor Nagpal
Crescent adrift
skipper its sails
hearts pursues
eclipse squalls
lost treasures
alit silhouettes
Go you must when you Hear The Call
know to Trust when you've blazed Afar,
for you are The Hero, this Quest will Unveil it all
have Faith in the Reckoning, the Quickening shall Quelch the Squalls
She spoke of urbane gentlemen
and friendly squalls of rain
yet thanked Christ
for her baked scones
and well rotted manure
and gratitude for not being a Lioness,
a cause celebre never in the making
mopping the Freemasons floor
Thunderstorm
flashing lightning
torrential rain squalls
cursing region with hail
high winds, banks overflowing
power grids surely fail
traffic slowly crawls
so frightening
Tornadoes
written July 1, 2021
A treasure trove of history contained in the walls
A collection of man's endeavors throughout life's squalls
Celebrating ancient battles
Throughout history's annals
A journey through man's evolution, through strife and wars
Winds whipping my soul
Coldness wont let go
White squalls blind my hopes
What for do I exist at all
Birch trees sway in the wind
Dancing to skies grey and grim
Pathways lead only to graves
Alone I lie amongst the trees
A black cloud discriminates effortlessly,
forms gauche haunting images
justifying Kraken legend.
Malevolent nimbostratus
orchestrate prejudice quotable rain squalls,
travelling unbiased verifying
what xtremes yonder zoom.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Come to me krill, humpback whale calls
She feeds on a ton of them each day
Bottle nose comes up through the squalls
Hunting squid and small fish along the way
They are not in competition when they lunch
Both eating their way through ocean with a crunch
A tumbler falls, consciousness shifts
Chakras activated
Magnetic breeze our soul uplifts
Leaving heart elated
Flickers in space reveal
manner in which we heal
bubbling with zest and zeal
Birthing bliss squalls
A tumbler falls
Starry Night
A bluing sky
Seascape
Aloft
Squalls
Adrift
Currents flowing
Starfish swirls
Stirs heaven
Midst a dark purge
Tamed voices
Outcrops a town
Pellucid
Envision
A
Work of art
Goes
Sprawling
2020 March 04
Morningtide reverberates, the songstress calls,
buoyant curlews play in oceans of copious grass,
wave after wave shattering against dry stone walls,
meadows dance the rhythm of the farmers weatherglass,
implementing the orchestration from moortop squalls.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
late summer storm
copper colored swirls
silver leaves signal whirlwinds ~
ochre flowers sway
platinum cloud ships
race sails full of crystal squalls ~
bronze waves of sunset
sterling sunrise dawns
sunlight shining in white gold ~
steel hued storm escapes
9/7/20
Winter brought
Rain and snow
Frost and fog
Slippy pavements
And icy water
A cold hand
For the labourer
And windy squalls
To shake trees
Lightning and torrents
Falling from the sky
And also a time of peaceful rest
In nature's closed eye.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 1989.
Giving high fives
to the giggling squalls of rain
I feel like I'm in Millionaires row
Laughing at the people
who cannot summon a smile
All I see are blueberry pies
not listening to the world's advice
If you have a hand
Give in to religious Chant
still insisting theres meaning in it
This madness is too sweet to resist
The sky is grey
It's beginning to rain
The markets are down
The economy strains
There's more divorce
Than ever before
Men are still dying
In senseless wars
The cynics say
The earth is doomed
All you hear
Is doom and gloom
Hear what I say
Rise above the squalls
Because in the end
Love conquers all
Autumn Haiku - Set of Three
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
autumn
whirlwinds of splendor
autumn breathes umber blizzards ~
crimson cloudbursts whorl
gusts of gold tangos
jitterbug on orange swirls ~
gales of scarlet squalls
outbursts of amber
ride on russet fandangos ~
vermillion downpours
I found
The edge of the world
Today
Blustering winds
An angry sea
Waves as high as mountains
What’s beyond
I could not see
Through the squalls
And white caps sea’s
How scared
I was
To glance upon
This very angry scene
That stretched all round me
What a desolate place
Of demonic sea’s
Howling winds
Looking out from
The shore
Of eternity
"On the coasts of compromise,
consider the cost."
Poet
Squalls were forecast
at last evening's meeting;
sudden gusts of duplicity directed decisions.
My wild frenzy wanes, passes now
as I pray.
Today, back at work
Jesus' spirit within my soul
restages me with truth to defeat divisions
as I work to lower temperatures.
Pardon’s plea
Wind whispers through the trees
Branches begin to sway
Leaves softly rustling
Sky turning grey
Air becomes colder
Mist descends
Distant thunder rumbles
Branches bend
Wind squalls
Thunder crashes
Intensifying sound
Sky grows bleak
Rain earthbound
Heaven opens
A powerful downpour
Relentless and aggressive
Nature nurtures her land
Glorious and impressive
I am offended
by your metaphors,
they're vindictive
the way they dangle themselves
above my heartstrings,
periodically plucking
when one gets tangled in the wind
they just hang there
like an untame pennon
waiting to flap
for blatant recognition
my, how you crave those squalls
with such ravenous gluttony,
gnawing at the pellucid air
as though it were chewable
Lights flickered as evening woke
the tired lagoon
where wrinkled reflections
and silhouettes of a million
spruce steeples
tickled the horizon.
A chorus of slapping halyards
joined a colony of gulls
in their repertoire
above the docked fisherman.
Trees, painted half-white
by windward squalls
faded off like a black curtain
to await an encore at dawn...