Seema Jun 29

The cries of nature
Has burst the roaring skies
Rumble and tumble
Thors hammer spikes and strikes, spark
Jolts over a dead forest


I love writing tankas :)
Britney Lyn Jun 22

Is my energy too strong or am I not as beautiful as the sun?
I know I never strike in the same place twice but I'd make an exception for you.
Because even though you prefer the warmth of her fiery beauty in the morning,
She will always leave you in the evening.
She's a lead you on but never stay kind of girl.
I, on the other hand, am the beauty of the storm, given a bad reputation because I lash out at those who've broken me.

I stuck the sand in which we bedded, my heart forever glass for a cowardly boy.

you set me crackling
like fire licking dry wood
like lightening striking cold earth
like crashing waves against the shore
and so, so much more


not only is mr bolt missing, there's a like button too.

hp is basically fb and im so p'd that this keeps happening.

Linda Terman Apr 23

What I See and Feel Looking At You...

When the sun first peeks over the mountains in a new day.
The feeling of awe that it inspires with its beauty.

The smell of a field of wild flowers in a green meadow.
The feeling of refreshment it brings.

The sun setting, dropping slowly into the sea.
It's beauty takes my breath away.

The joy of watching a new born calf or horse, taking their first steps.
The wonder of it.

Looking into a clear stream, seeing the fish swimming
beneath the depths.
The awesome feeling of looking into their world.

Watching the full moon rising, slowly into the dark sky.
In silence you watch the beauty and majestic climb.

The stars in the sky, glittering like millions of diamonds in the sky.

Seeing a rainbow, of many colors
That seem to blend to sky and earth, when thy touch.

Watching lovers walking by hand in hand, feeling their joy.

The wonder of birth, the feeling
Holding a new life in your arms, for the first time.

The joy of a first kiss
with all of its bliss.

The warmth of, first love.

The sound of music
Filling me with feelings, from it's melody.

The softness of the clouds, on a soft day.

The power of a thunder clap.

A lightening bolt
Thrown from the sky, striking earth.

The sight of, gently falling snow.

The taste of sweet honey.

The joy of a parent,
when the child takes their first step or says their first words.

The first time a puppy or kitten, opens their eyes and see the world.

Everything that is Beautiful, in this place and more.

All of these, I feel and see
When I look at you.

Linda Terman

lightening doodles
night and city lights dissolve,
more or less than than real?

Maggie Rowen Feb 24

And so, she said

"There will be pain tonight,
an unbelievable amount of pain
that not even the stars know as they supernova,
that not even the earth knows
as it's land is torn in two by quakes,
that not even the sky knows
as it is ripped apart by lightening.
It is a pain that is unleashed from the very depths of the soul
and leaves the thinnest traces of its mark
on the exterior of the human body.

"It is a constant torrential downpour,
a constant tsunami of grief;
it is a pain that will be known
by the most fearsome of men.
It is a wrath that lashes its victims,
leaving nothing in its remains."

Kewayne Wadley Dec 2016

It was hard to forget her
Especially on overcast days.
The spots we stood, eavesdropping in the clouds where she came the hardest.
The quiver sent through her spine constituting the lightening that left her paralyzed.  
She stood electrified, curious of where we would strike next.
All I wanted was to be needed.
Soaked in the rain that poured
In between sounds of thunder.
Her moan was the loudest.
In the pursuit of true happiness
I stood in her storm.
Pacing back and forth becoming the lightening rod causing her to strike.
With gusts up to about 120 mph she came without haste.
A bolt of lightening, devoured by swollen space.
As strong and as fast as she came she was fragile.
Collapsing soon as she struck.
Dissipating into the belief that she was to disappear without a trace.
Thunder pierced through the sky.
Bellowing her return.
The crackle of her moan replied, wrapping around complete space.
Resting her head for moments longer.
Changing the way she saw herself

It blows and claps
The limbs begin to crack
It smokes and cries
The water can't be held back

It shakes and groans
The hills implode
You cry and scream
At the place which was once serene

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