Thunder Poems - Poems about Thunder

´ for : This or That Vol. 33 sponsor : Edward Ibeh submission date : 26/5/25 ___________ Along With The Thunder Along with the Thunder came Tempestas, goddess of storms turtle doves scattered on corrugated roof, grey feathers flying when glimpsing her fierce amber countenance this is time of rattling cracked panes loose screws when weather ruled, seemingly profane warmonger wind howls or laughs...

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Edward Ibeh's This Or That, Vol. 33 Contest...posted 21 May 25 [Verse 1] Most folks flinch when the skies turn black, Shut their doors, never once look back. But I’ve always loved a storm’s bold rise, The holy hush before the skies. [Pre-Chorus] I’ll stand barefoot on the porch alone, Let lightning carve the clouds in stone. Each drumbeat closer, wild and strong— It’s more...

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Along with the Thunder ...

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winter lightning slashed her Heart tears falling, feet cold crying … thunder roars laughter ...

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Weightlessness My soul floats "along with the thunder," Saturated with impending rain, Scattered back throughout the earth, Lost among ancient ruins and countless seas. I awaken, feeling hollowness within my quivering heart. Frantically getting dressed, The front door blows open— Listening to its siren's call. Piece by fragile piece, I must absorb it back into my mortal coil. Hike through deadly nightshade-tangled forests, Sleep amongst somber...

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Crowd ...

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R a i n ~ a misted mirror coated in petrichor pain ~ fused with memories pirouetting through the veiled salt of the earth, caressing the Pina Colada dreams adrift in the icy-blue air, amidst clouds soaked in prismatic hues ~ arching like opalescent canopies, to hide the despair I’ve draped in dragonfly hues that no one knows but the moon and his merciful silver, forever stroking the silken...

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The seamless sky called life shined with cloudless ecstasy, as in the rhapsody of zephyr rippling with rhythm of love floated my butterfly mind with the motif of my heart. On its wings I painted in colors the lattice of my identity, for flowers in my valley bloomed in all seasons for you. The dawning horizon splashed the spectrum of...

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He brings awful thunder. With all his disdain, he booms and he blusters with words most profane. Along with the thunder - like sparks on a plain - comes lightning that he simply cannot contain. Those blazes of hatred that she can’t constrain come suddenly! What made him so inhumane? Like crops set on fire - her heart is the grain reducing to ashes. His rage is her bane. A love...

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A ferocious sky rattles overhead, Gathering a vault in electric red As thunder cracks... grilling my night, aloud Like a mad howl piercing edges of cloud. Rapid the hours’ flush deepening a smear When sudden gusts of blatant winds appear, To assail road gridlock with their harsh course A power so defined without remorse. Moments pass while the downdraft twirls around In vicious frenzy...

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The sky a disruptive horizon creating havoc in calm of evening when electric thunder suddenly booms without notice from neutral evening. The shrill of invasive pyrotechnics frighten animals and children in their near hour of slumber. Flickers of quiet ensues against restless distress of the neighborhood. Clouds begin to roll in steady flow, that after the thunder, kids devour pleasant bowls...

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The sky looks so irate and angry today. Dark clouds strut and stamp along the sky. Lightnings hoisted high move like tilt walkers. Slithering sparks slice the lump of darkness into pieces. Thunder rumbles, its loud screams shatter the peace. The ear- splitting ‘boom’ makes one cringe in fear. Through the leaves, the wind is whipping hard, Announcing the arrival of an...

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The air thickens, a velvet cloak drawn across a gasping sky. No sudden crack but a low groan first, from the belly of the coming storm. It's the earth's deep shudder, a premonition rippling through bone. Then the light breaks, a jagged scar ripped across the bruised canvas. Not just light but a silent scream of energy unbound, the universe unzipping its dark seam. And with...

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I am chaos, the storm that shatters silence — thunder rolling through the wreckage, still breathing, still burning, still me. They hurt me. Often. And I stayed. Not because I was weak — but because I believed people were more than their wounds. I saw the hidden cracks no one else did. I loved anyway. But the tether snapped. No longer do I chase the lightning that scars but...

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Along and with the thunder comes enlight'ning which travels at the speed of light, and thus observed before we hear the cloudbursts fright’ning. The sparks in mother’s eyes, the added plus, premonitory sign, impending fuss. Soon we consume her verbal casserole - reveal, restrict, repair - regain control. ...

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