Tumultuous Poems - Poems about Tumultuous

... This poem is inspired by Jeff Ripple's painting titled 'Stormy Weather'. You can find the link to the painting at the bottom of the page, and there is also an image of the painting uplo......Read the rest...

... The frolic boughs of trees tremble, butterfly-latticed leaves flutter in the trail of summer squall, where the feisty forest plays with foliage. Don’t make your mind a sprawling forest of......Read the rest...

...Sebaceous glands connected to follicles secrete an oily substance called sebum With a title deeply rooted in subject matter iterated above invariably makes for hair raising poem, though I immed......Read the rest...

...In the fabric of night, poets craft their dreams, With the thin thread of the moon and fingers intertwined with falling stars. They seek perfection in the world's crevices, in the uncertainty of th......Read the rest...

...In the shadow of the night, mysteries take shape, The woman with eyes that shine like celestial stars, And men tremble in the face of her fiery love, For they feel the warmth that emanates from he......Read the rest...

...Oh Syrinx, by the lake where you await, blossom anew! Proud of murmurs that speak of goddesses, in a reverent hue. Unleash the waists of shadows, in my tales they live and breathe, As I imbibe t......Read the rest...

...In the vast field of beings, some are stars casting kindness, Somehow born with a mirage that drips mercy of its own accord. They traverse valleys and deserts, spreading, unwavering, their pure ess......Read the rest...

...In the thicket forgotten of deeply anchored thoughts, Where ideas nest, across time and tailored spaces, There I stand, guardian of the undimmed realm, the archivist of the flame That knows not ex......Read the rest...

...A secret accord written in breaths, Configured in kisses and celestial caresses, A saga-rhapsody we inscribe in flights of love, Upon this stringless harp called Love. Ancestral pact, Woven from......Read the rest...

...In the secretive corners of the soul, Where you are guided by the whispers of loss, There hides the seed of poetry — A precious stone born from the unseen pressure of pain. An ancient ritual in a......Read the rest...

...Beneath the dome of an unforgiving sky, a spring with a leaden heart warms up, Around it, whole worlds gather, with stiffened breaths and glassy stares, Herds move, languidly inside a landscape tor......Read the rest...

...Life spins on a carousel of shadows and stars, A mystic ball that clothes us in dance steps, with them. The tango of fate steals us into its hazy whirl, And each step becomes a heated battle, abla......Read the rest...

... She is a Pacific ocean Tranquil from outside tumultuous from with in Shallow it seems from the surface But deep, very deep it descends... And what things it carry ins......Read the rest...

...SPHINX STONE I am Sphinx Stone Sun stationed statue silent sculptured synoptic not marble or granite nor black tourmaline or crystal sapphire quartz vortex for Void actualising sacred a......Read the rest...

...If my being is not born from words, What am I, in the vast anonymity? Not a sculptor of poems with the chisel of language, Nor a painter stirring the carousel of colors. If scars do not define me......Read the rest...