Tornado Poems - Poems about Tornado

...A lady in a Victorian dress, Next to an old printing press. Within a gloomy writing lair, Falling down the abyss of despair. I can see the tempest in her heart, It’s like a wild museum of art.......Read the rest...

...Amidst the chaos, the wails and the screams, Destruction abounds, shattering my dreams. I cry out in anguish, but the noise never ends, Longing for peace, for this turmoil to mend. Through the an......Read the rest...

...Southwestern faerie you look too delicate to live out west Where the prairie dogs and the tumble weeds never come to a rest Your orange hair flies away in the tornado weather in a pretty way Wings......Read the rest...

...Quote By Poet "A pen must write because they love to write." My imagination and creativity, is spewing ink all over the desk. Here I sit waiting for the words to come, ......Read the rest...

...The sun is shining in the east with petals opening bright, spreading its fragrance into the light and an epiphany of hope resting on the branches swinging from limb to limb while my heart entertains ......Read the rest...

...With You With You No hurricane can move me, No tornado can knock me down. With You No blizzard will freeze me, No flood will swoop me away. With You No ocean is too deep, No mountain is to......Read the rest...

...locker room game plan tight space for 30 people where is all the air......Read the rest...

...It whips legs, spins minds in a tumbler. roars with the discarded clothes of mad clowns. Bundles of fine bones and twirling feathers burst apart in a random turmoil, deer swim toward a gasping......Read the rest...

...Something strange and unexplainable comes this way, this way, it comes to us sly and fast, some say, perhaps, it has already arrived, it walks unseen, in the midst of all, of us we go a......Read the rest...

... Haunted Dreams I have no desire to sleep this night, or any other night, There can be no sanctuary from the curse of sleep, As dark lids close, I'm forced to wak......Read the rest...

... Years ago, a young man in Brooklyn wheeled his bike out the gate. His plan, to cross the land, exact route left to fate. The first week was the hardest, scared, he doubted his quest. It took all......Read the rest...

...Sue played the tuba, the sax, drums and the horn. You can play them in the field, next to the corn. Her parents were not musical, which made her forlorn. The scarecrow loved music though, his name......Read the rest...

... It started with a blank canvas- just another mid-spring day; no sun nor rain, or gentle breeze- an atmosphere so still and gray. A day in May- a fresh-mowed lawn; leaf-laden trees, s......Read the rest...

...The violent tornado vengeful overpowering through peaceful puddles trembling windows uprooted cellars devastated lives......Read the rest...

...Once the ups are down Down is up vertical Vertigo the torrid winds blow Tornado storms churn, turns-turn-turns So bond the weather DANCING WIND 2/20/2024 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.......Read the rest...