Squalls Poems - Poems about Squalls

These are poems about storms, poems about squalls, poems about tempests... Dark-bosomed clouds pregnant with heavy thunder ... the water breaks —Michael R. Burch Squall by Michael R. Burch There, in that sunny arbor, in the aureate light filtering through the waxy leaves of a stunted banana tree, I felt the sudden monsoon of your wrath, the clattery implosions and copper-bright bursts of the bottoms of pots and pans. I...

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You begin to see yourself as being shaped by oceanic-waves. Dressed in the muscle and fiber of restless storms. A swish of a garment, the high hem of a skirt pulls you into her flesh. Sex remakes you into something you do not recognize. A storm propels you, a womb once pushed you, into a tabular rasa, just so all the elements of fire,...

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A willow trembles in the breeze And stoops in awe as angels sneeze; Quaking feebly to its knees, Bending, doleful, if you please. A day, as this, when squalls blow wild The willow cries ~ as like a child; Deserted, sad, forlorn, beguiled, And all aloof, left out, exiled. Now her branches droop away Blenching down throughout the day; Keeping blusts of gusts at bay Harboured...

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These are poems about storms, poems about squalls, poems about tempests... Squall by Michael R. Burch There, in that sunny arbor, in the aureate light filtering through the waxy leaves of a stunted banana tree, I felt the sudden monsoon of your wrath, the clattery implosions and copper-bright bursts of the bottoms of pots and pans. I saw your swollen goddess’s belly wobble and heave in pregnant indignation, turned...

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Another night of loneliness She sits waiting for his call In silence she grows restless Emotional rain begins to fall Tonight her phone will not be ringing His calming voice she will not hear In reddened eyes there is a stinging The threat of squalls is drawing near Roses he'd given, withered and dried Fragile petals crushed,...

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