Tornadic Poems | Examples

Darkness into Life

Hell's fury ignites the tormented winds of horrifying fire.
Earth's howls in pain, as its land degenerates into a nightmare.

Swirling red dust and sand tortured and tormented the fallen.
Blistering is the swirling ash and flame beckon into its calling.

Tornadic flames and ash forming a bird of fire, she screeches in pain.
Unfolding its magnificent wings of fire as its flight broke hell's chains.

Soaring above the inferno domain, she knows her creation.
With a thought and a word, she destroys this horrid desecration.

Empty darkness covers the domain awaiting its master's touch of light.
The phoenix, with another word of love, creates Earth’s beautiful life.

Cloud Watching

When I was younger, I thought that in retirement I would take pictures of or paint beautiful clouds situated so vividly above us.

Clouds more often appear as wonderous displays in the canopy.
Clouds sometime seems so ominous and threatening.
Clouds often hover above us like a band of darkness and at other
times, they are white and crystal clear. Some clouds are blown by
the winds and descend in tornadic ways that are too close for comfort, twisting in rotations of destruction.

Casual observers of clouds may be filled with fright.  Living in a region where clouds change so suddenly, never have I observed clouds as I do presently.  I think that real farmers are not taken aback when grey clouds appear. If they dared to be frightened by troubling clouds, perhaps they would never sow seeds.

Perhaps someday I will follow through on what I once wanted to do.  Perhaps I'll begin to paint beautiful clouds as I sit under a shady tree.

MUSIC IS MEDICINE FOR THE SOUL- for Shasta Simms

I’m sick of the noise
I’m sick of the noise
Despair has me ill
I’m sick of the noise
Life has me confused
I’m on edge, I’m in lose
I ill and detained
I’m ill and I’m drained
I’m sick of myself
I’ve recently given up
Music is medicine for the soul
The birds of the air
Angels from heaven
Share
Come play wit me 
In harmony
The songs of the wind
Each and every heart beats
The flow is sweet
We can’t retreat

Language and feelings of negativity
The storms of the life challenges complexity
Come pray wit me
In harmony
The sonnet of the tornadic scene
Battering eyes hurting vessels
Un learnt lessons
The birds of the air
Angels from heaven
Share
Come play wit me 
In harmony
The songs of the wind
Each and every heart beats
The flow is sweet
Come unto me
And receive the beauty of ….
Music is medicine for the soul
Now I’m sweet fully complete
Delivered and whole

Music is medicine for my soul

3/17/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©

We're Not in Kansas Anymore

Poetry Soup wears a new face ~ it's like wandering in a strange place

as if blown away with tornadic force ~ floundering its way off course

after reading new lines, I gave a shrug ~ like Scrooge, I said, "Bah! Humbug!"

God's Mercy

Most assuredly, for America,
These are not the best of times,
nor are these the worst of times.

Times have been worst and there is no
promise of better days ahead.  History for good
or bad is already set in stone, but what lies ahead
can be much affected and influenced by how we
respond in the present. America's currently stormy
political climate evokes anguish, tears, and pain.

In all of my observing years, I have not witnessed a more
divisive time exemplified in all three government areas.
It appears that the executive, legislative, and judiciary
arenas of government are suffering gravely.

I pray that the present weather turbulence in our country
does not signal a similar tornadic crisis in our political future.
In light of our present status, I pray not for blessings because
we presently are bathing in abundance, but my prayer is that
God will send us a deluge of His bountiful mercies.

060124PS

UNSEEN FORCE

The cold breeze on my face.
Treetops whooping it up.
The wild swoosh of wind.
The first bolt of lightning
and crackle of thunder…

My dad remembers
several feet of snow -
a wall of solid white.
He measures himself
alongside Buffalo.

Mine is the excitement
of a storm, I can feel it,
even as I upswing.

I might fly, like Dorothy,
or on the witch’s stolen broomstick,
or on the wings of the tornadic sky.

Fascination found in the rush,
the power of an unseen force.

The Holy Spirit thrives inside of me.
It’s a firestorm of spiritual vivacity.

WEATHER THE STORMS SOAR-

WEATHER THE STORMS SOAR

I
Shadow dances impart across lite path
Souls entrenched in technicolor harvest
Comparable passage denied terrain grasp
Rainbow corral blurb optic delusions trust
Blown wind scars the clouds rains falls down solace
Weather the storms soar the heaven’s cry
Grasping at the middle climax remains
Compels vibrate illusive prey contains
Weathering the tornadic torrents space.

II
The wind invisible clams and flies goes
Soul’s fiction blinded spirits solar glows
Darkness flees from higher, highest bright light
 Ground labor encumbering dusty bare
Light chasing the darkness blight night
Troposphere next to stratosphere so fair
Spoken forth breath and life birth
Forth going as well as coming go
Universal darkness encased in light earth



1/4/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©

Alive

It's alive, don't you see
 the very air around you breathe -

Breathe in, breathe out
 like the tornadic wind that turns about;

You cannot harness it nor reign it in
 revolving within this earthly spin;

its images digress
 along south, north, east and west,

terrestrial and atmospheric virility
 hostile, unfathomable, primal futility;

It's the spirit uncontained
 like stormy skies and falling rain

The earth, the air, and the wind lives in humility
  the spirit held within, alive in its fragility.






For Miranda Hawley's contest, 
Personification of the Elements
9/13/23

It Happens Each Spring

Freed from cocoons of shapeless winter coats,
Pert women flutter sparsely bright-arrayed
To tempt male eyes and steal my glancing dotes
Though wife lurks near with rain for spring's parade;

Despite air tender-soft as kitten's breath,
She folds pale arms to bring a cold front's chill
Then casts dark glower sentencing my death …
And why?  Because I glimpsed a vernal thrill?

How silence thunders, warning of her storm,
Then sobs whip up cyclonic bursts of wind
As flooding tears beseech me to reform--
But spring!  It's you who've made her this chagrined

And, though Red Cross will mend tornadic path,
'Tis I, alone, must bear wife's springtime wrath!



February 13, 2023
Spring Is Not All Poetry Contest
Michelle Faulkner, sponsor

The Colorful Times of Cool of Warm Autumn-

The colorful times of cool warm autumn
Warm autumn breeze blown
Trees bark chap like lips burn
Mothers snuggle up with newborns
Green grass brown no longer shown

Ants scatter bees sucking blooms
Everything’s dying no spring zone
 Fact of the matter is stone
 Promises of squirrels planting nuts loan
Hearing chitter shatter rattles of groans

Warm autumn breeze blown
Trees bark chap like lips burn
Turning whirling whisk of cyclones
Boarder line tornadic paths unknown
Warm autumn breeze blown

 Hummingbird trombone based beak
Tamable radiant sugar nectar sweets
Autumn fall trees multicolor leaves
Leaves orange, yellows, brown red
Notable tones overgrown alone bled

Warm autumn breeze blown
Trees bark chap like lips burn
Turning whirling whisk of cyclones
Boarder line tornadic paths unknown
The colorful times of cool warm autumn

10/25/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©

Environmental Calm-

In the midst of the rain
 the wind starts to drown 
in the fluorescent of the fervent heat 
the Sun bleeds heating up the breeze 
tornadic energies sneezes 
and now the wind, the rain, 
Oh, and how the sun's heat pleases me

3/18/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022

The Calm Comes After the Storm-

despite humid wind 
sore the weathered rains storms pore
where's the peace now
~
tornadic thrust burst
crackling thunderous gale winds
heated hot thunders
~
storm rains falls into
heated  blister copper air
when will it so come
~
the peace is out there
the thunderstorm moves out gone
it's calm after storm

7/4/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

By Rains Hurricane-

Torrent winds at blaze flaunting gail winds;
Parade tearing and damaging winds;
In their wrath corrupting and covering; 
Everything in the past touring rains;
The in a mirage of gatherings;
Winds, thunders and lightening;
Destroying everything in its path;
What a wrath? 
When water in hail?
What a shame?
Deadly tornadic wins and rains;
the tyrant Hurricanes


5/23/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

Wonderment of Environmental Praise-

 wonderment environmental praise
How can the winds see were it's going
And what direction do they call
If the trees  are rooted in the grounds 
Why do the leaves raise branches  and limbs to the skies
 Why?

wonderment of environmental praise
Why do ants scramble  and dance to store  food before winter?
How do babies  empty their  stomachs  out before dinner?
Why

It's  easy you see the wind has an "I"
So it "C's"
From the east to the west
Blowing  tornadic 4 directions  north, south, east, west
Wonderment  of environmental  praise

God is creator  of ALL AND EVERYTHING
As even trees reaching toward heaven promisingly
Praises thee
Rooted planted firmly in believes
Praise tree waving in the wind

Praising waving winds affirmed 
Tree planted grounded firmly standing strong and stearn 
Blowing, Standing, reaching, praising, embracing, enjoying
God's breath blowing wind
God's creation grazing rooted grounded arms raising 

Hallelujah

Wonderment of environmental praise!

2/11/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr

Midwest Monsters

Dark tornadic skies
batten down the Oz hatches
twisters by the score

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