I skirmish amidst the growling hounds
The lashing waves, the acoustic sounds
The tempest’s call, a supercilious strength
Reinvigorating my might, impinging my breath
I solemnly pledge to battle the sea
Till the last drop of my blood shall bleed
I coveted to obliterate through the tides
Only if the serendipity of my toil abides
I shall stand my ground with a triumphant roar
I shall manifest what the latter adore
For the multitude shall praise me
With its inundating galore.
tempers flare in high winds
the sea roars in anger
heavy rains pelt down
waves rise to the occasion
after much ado and
with visible reluctance
the sky begins to clear
stars bestow their calmness
while the weary moon looks on
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I hate tempests, unless I'm cosy in bed.....by poet
The tempest raged around the lighthouse
I was the sentinel of the place, hoping the lights flashed.
Unfortunately, it provided me with very little shelter.
Outside, wild waves pounded the rugged rocks.
Some stinging sleet fell piling up on the ledges,
Penetrating the broken wide wind-broken windows.
Nothing to do but wait till all will be over.
It took some time, and I could not phone my wife.
She would always imagine something bad would take place.
Nothing to do but hope and pray.
Three hours later, I was home and thoroughly drenched.
My bewildered wife looked at me, wondering.
She pushed me under the shower, removed my wet clothes.
Then came warm pyjamas and coffee laced with some alcohol,
Her hopes had weathered fears, her love complete.
Placed 1
A whirlwind of emotions
A cyclone of wandering thoughts
A tempest of trepidation
That leaves me baffled and distraught
The devastation of my battling mind
Wreaks havoc in the soul's sacred shrine.
Sitting alone, iPad in hand,
to pen a poem on demand,
attempting to translate bliss beats,
the rapture refrain that repeats,
feeling within joy germinate,
we write because we cannot wait,
for once symbols in rhythm are belled,
with our creative tempests quelled,
what’s imbibed in form is ingrained
by both head and heart, entertained,
by merging feeling with thinking,
as pure awareness unblinking,
even though none but us may know,
the way nectar in us does flow,
birthing ethereal cool heat,
in which we’re bliss drenched head to feet.
Tempest
Winds o'er the sea
Nature wielding power
Exposing our human frailty
Humbling
It's sunny and clear,
S?o Happy, full of cheer,
I? feel another presence there,
I? see whats lurking in here.
Anger, Hate and Fear,
Building up pressure,
In My atmosphere.
The storm is near,
Coming in fast,
Picking up speed.
So full of energy,
This Tempest in me.
Fighting to get free,
Goes to any length.
Encompassing me,
To gain it's strength.
It's Winds caress my face.
Icy crystals slow the pace,
I Feel it's harsh embrace,
This Tempest of mistakes,
Bringing us face to face,
Stirring what's within.
Now we can begin,
To clear the way,
Through My transgression,
While Learning the lesson.
You can't run or hide,
Face it with pride,
All the Tempest stirred inside.
He threw at her the black of night
And then the fire of day
Roared as of a hurricane
With avalanching speed
She crackled as a lightning bolt
Within a thunderstorm
And then unleashed – in torrents
The cyclones of her wrath –
With violence they wrestled long
And raged the heaving seas
Hurled the stone of Sisyphus
At Scylla and Charybdis
And in the tempest, tooth and blood
Together bested love –
Your ominous nimbus descends,
Don't shatter this summer’s grace.
Now all freeze in fear’s embrace,
You look so heavy, please, don’t race.
I don’t care if you dare,
Just don’t stomp your foot up there.
But stubborn as you are,
You plummet your tears for an hour.
Now, the tides have changed,
Calamity is named.
The road now deep with ruts,
Silently dousing my fragile huts.
Don’t erase my melancholy,
You almost drowned me wholly.
Thank God, though, you stayed away,
Pulling back the curtain on a golden day.
Far across the bridge, way against the strong tides
Drifts a lonely yacht, lonely, under my watch
The sailor, one missy adorned in silver stripes
Bearing herself, her focus and a flaming torch
A wild breeze forms creases 'pon the face of the waters
Set at naught, at nought she was set
A mild tempest rocks her row into hiccuping flutters
Ahead, ahead she looks on with no pity nor fret
Nature wars with her in her empty space
As the waves crash, she sails on with grace
With a spirit untamed and a heart filled with fire
She lets the winds guide her, treasure island to acquire
We are our hope in the multitudes of chaos
We are our anchor when the world gets so cold
The chances we take when against all odds
Become a notion as our matters unfold
“Fate whispers to the warrior, ‘You can not withstand the storm.’ The warrior whispers back, ‘I am the storm.'” — Unknown
As dawn fades to a timid light
A tale unfolds on nervous clouds
Hesitant rays of shy sunlight
Breathing through glimpses of quiet
Daring lies fall from raging winds
As dawn fades to a timid light
Revealing grief beyond the pain
Where memories sing uselessly
Graceful wings soar through gentle skies
Erasing fears from vague shadows
As dawn fades to a timid light
Blending dreams who silence the bleak
Haunted thoughts linger in the night
Tortured by yearnings so alive
Melodies risking their splendor
As dawn fades to a timid light
Can you smell the rain? Can you feel the wind that blows? Do you know where lightning strikes?
When the storm of life hits, seek shelter enough to shield, yet let the tempest’s beauty be revealed.
Take time to relish the peace as it passes.
Crashing tides, a relentless assault,
Bitter cold winds, a chilling jolt.
Faces slapped by nature's icy hand,
Entities from the deep, a sinister band.
Waves rise with a thunderous might,
Like demons dancing in the pale moonlight.
Each gust of wind, a haunting wail,
As the ocean's grip tightens, a ghostly tale.
In the abyss, dark forms arise,
Silent whispers, echoing demise.
Deep entities with a grip so cold,
Dragging towards a final resting fold.
Salt-laden air, taste of despair,
A struggle against forces, ruthless and unfair.
Yet within the chaos, a defiance stirs,
A resilience against fate as hope recurs.
The I'll wind has been sown
We wait for the harvest of the
whirlwind
The cycle is turning full circle
The tempest is stirring
The eerie silence can be felt now
The tumult that accompanies it is
the tempest.
Trembling with rage while it rains
I roar in pain
The emotions is strong
How much I have contributed?
How long have I travelled.
I mustn't wait any longer to have regrets
Vengeance must be taken
But when?
Leading by troops to crush enemies.
Drinking their blood and eating their flesh
We must regain our land
And revive our spirit.
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