Stormed Poems | Examples

No Bling for the King

The King stepped up and set his goal.
Screamed, "Things must change or heads will roll."
Wide-eyed council plead, please prepare!
No grain is left and our coffer's bare.

As I fear we must, though I do abhor.
"Guards! Squires! Knights!...Now, prepare for WAR!"
With dreams of battle and gallant deeds,
They all stepped up and mounted steeds.

They raised their swords and stormed the castle,
But, the King declared, "S'not worth the hassle."
They turned and fled, tho thought him bonkered.
With no riches left, his Kingdom's conquered.

It's raining

Her big beautiful eyes were piercing me up and close
Her playful smile playing all over, vainly trying to prepare me
But, as always, in a trance I lay, heart pounding, mind blanked out.
Completely unaware of everything, except her unabashedly gorgeous presence.
Moments passed, without a word, without an act
Didn't know it was that typical lull before the storm
And then it stormed down, here, there and everywhere 
Voluptuous kisses, first gently in isolation and then unending showers.
Me taken completely by surprise, pinned, breathless, overwhelmed.
But, at the same time, enjoying the wildness, the ecstasy, the euphoria.
To get drenched in the first flush of rain, I guess, is always memorable.
'It's raining!' my little one exclaims, and I nod, struggling to look out.

Poem for The Black Hills

They bore the winds of time
as they rose from arid lands.
They sun poked past one peak
while my work crew waited
to move to another place on the highway,
and we knew the day would fade.
We knew
highways must always be mended
and the same with our lives.
We spoke in hushed voices
among these hills
made when the earth shifted.
Somewhere beyond rested
a blanket of stars.
We let traffic pass
and two of us held stop/slow signs
and they would stand at the ends
of the work zone.
Along the highway was a casino
and a bar. If we listened closely
we could hear a breeze tell a story
of the old west. Some patrons
gambled their fortunes every day
and they lived in shadows
of pioneers who gave their lives
for this land.
Every time something was lost
it would be time to start again.
One man I stopped said
that it rarely rained but when it did
it stormed.
To this day I envision him
when his house would shake to the sound of thunder
nestled under a deep cover of darkness.
It was a way of life to him.

to, and from

a view before the glass plane 
the sun bears her love upon your face
your tears are necessary for me to swallow
as one day, my name will bear not love, 
but grief, and, i fear. . . 
that will starve you of life – by sorrow.

my journey nears an end beyond belief
and i cannot venture any more with you
our hands will once be un-intertwined
life shattered – as fragile as glass
by the reaper’s gentle breathe

your grief flows–
rapid, destructive, serene, idyllic
leaving you wake in such pain. . .
everything we have built 
over such a short span of time
can be built again.

i cannot stop you from caring, even if i tried
like a stormed statue, still and sopped
the drops fueled by mine end,
there is only one thing i can possibly ask
easy and simple, if you can bear
think of me once in a while, my love, take care

The universe is our body

Just as all our limbs are integrated,
though each organ has a different role,
know everything is interrelated,
each one inseparable from the whole,
which we too are, as the light we extol.
Meditating thus, that we are the all,
from cave of our heart, bursts forth a bliss squall.

The sun is our eye and heaven our head,
breath is the breeze and blood crystallised light,
wherein once we are by throb of love led,
radiance of our aura pristine white,
engulfs the universe with bliss delight.
Meditating thus, our form is transformed
and bastions of heaven, peacefully stormed.

VIRGIN ISLANDS

SEBASTIAN HOW YOU SANG 
IN ME RAISING THE HARMONIC 
AQUSTIC SOUNDS ABOVE THE 
TEAL WATERS OF WHITE SAND 
THE SYMPHONY STORMED ACROSS 
THE SEA WITH OUR INFAMOUS 
MELODY CREATING A PERCESSION 
OF DANCE TRIGGERED BY THE 
SOFTNESS OF YOUR TOUCH MY 
KINGS ARRIVED DETROYING THE 
HARSHNESS THAT BESTOWED A 
TIMING OF MURDER THE MOMENT 
WE ARRIVED BACK HOME SAFE 
ON THE ISLAND OF WARMTH

HOW I SURVIVED MY OWN 
ASSASSINATION OVER MY 
BEING AN FNI INFORMANTS 
THESE KILLERS ARRIVED 
OBSESSED WITH MY AMERICAN 
POETRY JAMAICAN 
FEMALE DRUG SMUGGLERS 
TONI JAY TOWANDA SHAINA 
ALIANA RASTA ANDREW 
8-14-2003

Keelhaul

"Thou a cacodemon" jeered the crowd.
She heard all those voices , clear and loud.
They stormed and cowed her down. 
All they wanted was to see her drown.

Tired of all the incessant goad.
She chose to lurk in her abode.
She's now another dancing clown.
With griefs that weigh her down. ??

Clear light

The inner sound current and rapture of bliss,
entwine with empowerment of soul’s third eye,
with fragrance of sacred ash veiled as God’s kiss
and as senses so converge, in joy we sigh.
In this way as bastions of ego are stormed,
layer by layer we are slowly transformed,
with the false falling away, we cease to sway,
beholding the light of Self, as clear as day.

January 6

As supposedly told by Michael Fanone, Capital Police Officer

A bit of snow melted on the ground
as the crowd gathered loudly around
Their leader liked the boisterous noise
especially intrigued by Proud Boys.

An ordinary, cold-weather day
with flags and banners in proud display
Their leader said, "fight" and so they fought
a sadder day, I'd have never sought.

Jan.6 promoted as Best Rally
and will ever be one to tally
the Police wounded and those who died
as the leader's warriors stormed inside.

I fought today in stunned disbelief
I was filled with the worst kind of grief
for it was our countrymen we fought
against iron rods and sprays they had brought

The floor was slick with everyman's blood
the very floor where Abe Lincoln stood
the law-makers ran as the walls shook
No word came, as leader chose to look.

They searched and searched for VP Mike Pence
to hang for he obeyed law and sense
But the next time may ring  the war's bell
and Democracy die--time will tell.

If I live a thousand or more years
time won't dry the hundreds of my tears
I've shed since our country's fateful day
hate and anger ensure that they stay.

Helene

Helene, you stormed through Appalachian way
from the gulf coast,
you brought a merciless wrath,
a hurricane in the early autumnal mountains.
Mudslides, flooding, high winds, driving rain,
helpless people swept away.

You had fierce scorn,
you screamed and rattled our windows.
A hellion of force,
Blue Ridge recovery,
slow, but hopeful.
Weeping as the waters recede.
Some loss of lives, some missing.
Homes destroyed,
the abiding Lord,
His presence is here,
as many of His local churches are feeding people.
Under October sun, we gather again. ~

A COWBOY

A cowboy stormed into town
He seems to be hell bound
To challenge and fight
Cuz he was uptight
But he came to an end
When he challenged an old friend
Who was quicker and real fast
Who clocked him in his ass
He’s not here anymore
So, they closed the door

Rights

A warm summer night 
I gazed into the night sky 
fireworks lit up the darkness. 
It was the Forth of July and 
I was filled with American pride. 
Then I began to think about 
January 6, 2021 when mad 
men and women stormed the 
Capital to destroy a peaceful 
transfer of power. That day I 
did not hate America but it's 
people. All because the devil 
in disguise would not accept 
defeat. He inspired his army 
to destroy peace and harmony. 
All for his personal gain. When 
accused of his crime he claimed 
"l did nothing wrong". "Its all a 
political witch hunt". Just like 
most criminals that refuse to 
accept responsibility. He feels 
his actions were right and just. 
That day our former president 
destroyed all that is good in 
our country. Good people turned 
into rabid animals. God is love, 
Trump speaks of hate. I pray 
love prevails. America's fate 
lies in your hands.

Excerpts from Life

My mind had often wondered of a world beyond our hold, 
where every soul reveals its secrets and all the truth untold.

With age our youth will fade, 
and with hope our lives ignite. 
In a withered cage the soul remains, 
till the day that brings delight.

Promises made are hard to keep, 
but in honour I find my pride. 
A rocky ridge is surely steep, 
but with courage I must abide.

With a sudden splash there came a flash, 
of memories that did not apply. 
With every mood, 
shy or rude, 
they stormed my inward eye.  

An honest word 
if you uphold, 
the truth it will unbind, 
but sassy dreams will only sink 
in pools of dopey minds. 

Hatred and greed 
will bring with speed 
disaster to your life, 
but with love and care, 
you’ll plant a seed in the heart of a loving wife.

In moments of death with a heavy breath release my final sigh, 
my kin may cry or even weep, 
but death to all applies.

Into the grave I shall descend when words are said and done, 
no saddened eye will shed a tear, 
when years have passed and gone.


Saleh Ben Saleh

The Raging Night

I needed to hide from the monsters at the window,
So I became a mouse,
To hide in the house,
So they wouldn’t see my shadow.

I could hear their noises,
Their target was gone,
It was near dawn,
They spoke with angry voices.

They stormed away,
I couldn’t be identified,
I was no longer terrified,
I wished I could be cloaked in the day.


June 20, 2024.

June 6, 2024

Four-score years ago, the youth of Allied Armies stormed Normandy's shore;
Men in the December of their years returned today recalling the gore of war.
They wept at comrades graves who freely gave their all on that crimson strand;
Heros reaped by the Scythe of Death to ensure that freedom would yet stand.
Old men wept as the dulcet notes of Taps was played,
And rendered smart salutes as Old Glory was displayed!
Many of the veterans leaned on canes to guide their stride;
Others in wheel-chairs were helped by guides to ease their ride.
Gnarled hands that once held the fearsome weapons of war,
Beckon for peace that we shall know war nevermore!
Upon the plain above Omaha Beach lie 9000 buddies they mourn,
Who await Gabriel's clarion bugle call on that Triumphant Morn!
The glistening sand that once was stained by a hero's blood,
Is now cleansed by the ebb and flow of decades of tidal flood.
The beach that once resounded with the cannon's roar,
Now trembles with the booming surf rushing to the shore!
The hardships these gallant men suffered, we shall never know;
So much, so very much, to this Great Generation we owe!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired

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