Squalls Poems - Poems about Squalls

...8-16 Lines of Fall Splendor – 9-12-23 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Storms of Fall Splendor Whirlwinds of splendor jitterbug in back streets, Autumn’s song breathes in a bliz......Read More

... At the edge of summer the rainy squalls disappear, polar wind whispers under the sapphire sky clear. Drooping leaves of garden trees wake up to its call, don the crimson drape before they wi......Read More

...The evening news lulls me into a nightmarish sleep. In the distance storm clouds are brewing. I hear the rolling thunder of division and dissonance. On the horizon I see lightning bolts igniting ......Read More

...We cannot tame a raging storm, so with patience, we must wait for the calm. ~ by poet The balmy afternoon had been fulgent and warm Until darkness foreshadowed an approaching ......Read More

...holding onto no memory imagery except as common sense recalls we’re present in the here and now blown away by benign bliss squalls we are that that makes us aware light of Self that illumines......Read More

... True change starts from within, So we blaze trails like Paragons We are the Luminaries Of Zion, We are the Torch Bearers, Sons Of Flame Of Atlantis We are the Free, the Liberators of Entrapm......Read More

... "Dead leaves lay still until the wind takes them here and there: even the last flower is withered: yet there is a beauty in decay " ......Read More

...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......Read More

...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 mak......Read More

...Is depression a band playing? Always jeering at my brightest sets Blows off the smallest bow leaving me a husk Depression cat calls behind the veil Dark days alone with my ever-present God Hop......Read More

...Midst mild and wild tumults like eddy, vortex, swirl, and whirl, A maelstrom is a summation of curl and twirl and hurl; Weather and season get amalgamated with currents, Winds, storms, gales, squa......Read More

...Lowing fog horns shake scales from rooftops. We see the seawall drowning, the surging waves rising unfolding spume and brume into mountains. From the pub on the harbor front, we can hear the......Read More

...Midst soothing cheers spring has unique features, It's a grand mixture of vast boons and banes; The spring sun is a balm for some creatures, While its burns cause, for others, strains and pains.........Read More

...days of rain charcoal black skies churn endless days of pouring rain ~ puddle reflections thunder showers roar torrential pounding rhythms beat ~ pearls drip from bare twigs shower......Read More

...winter wellspring greyness dyes white clouds brittle gales howl ice and pant ~ still meadows shiver sequoia trees thirst fog mists bathe redwood giants ~ rose petals gild snow co......Read More