#thunderstorm poems on Hello Poetry

Akhil Bhadwal Jul 2014

Windows rattle, as I saw it from my bunk
Something flashed, in a flash
Along the sky, so high
The weather, was going to be rash

A funny thought, erupted in mind
As I was half asleep, at that time
Seemed like a huge camera, outside
Trying to bind it, into a frame of rhyme

Soon I realized, it was raining outside
And that the only thing, in my head
Was, nothing more than
The judgement bolt, of the Zeus god

|AB|

A half asleep dreamer' s thought, this is my third original poetic work.
Entitled "Thunderstorm", composed the poem with a b c b rhyme scheme.

#sleep #imagination #dreams #dreaming #weather #imagine #thunderstorm

AJ Jul 2014

Thunderstorm

On this night
The king-god Zeus does battle
With the titans of old.
The sky is livened
By his hurled bolts of lightening.
Their targets simply
Unseen to the mortal eye.

The calm is shattered
By the clash of thunderbolt
On stone and molten rock.
Our protector, he remains.
Though many have forgotten him
To myth, legend, and lore
We have forgotten the safety
That his lightning strikes provide.

On sunny days
Cloudless nights
We are allowed to forget his ways.
But on this night
In these dark and stormy hours,
The true believers remember.
That Zeus has watched over us
For millennia. Battling an unseen
War, waged in the tales of old
But carried out before our eyes.

We must recall that he,
The one King-God, Zeus, has
Watched over us dutifully since time
Before time before memory.
He has kept us safe
From the titans of old.
And the lightening strikes
Remind us of stories untold

#god #fairy #tale #memory #king #forgotten #history #lightening #zeus #thunderstorm

Nicole Carpenter Jul 2014

Thunder Diaries I

there are city streets I have not paraded down
and stars I have not kissed beneath
there are bridges to be crossed
and burned
elevator buttons to push and flights of stairs to climb

I have a thirst to see the world
I want to scrape the corners for every last taste
I want to awake in a city I don’t belong in,
but I have potential

sometimes I think about how much time I wasted on you
wanting to be labeled as “Yours”
how silly of me to forget
what the world is holding for me outside of your arms

#love #travel #city #yours #crave #taste #thunderstorm #thirst

Em Glass Jun 2014

puppet show

Let the molecules charge and crack
and rip the world right open
around me.

Let the closet under the stairs
smoke and fry and cook,
let the tangled wires melt
into each other like they'll
never let go,
their flashing shadows
welded arm in arm like a
Pompeii puppet show.

Let the air's discontent
rumble softly and
let the rattling house rock me to
sleep.

To sleep, perchance to dream—

it is not fear I fear, but the lack of it.

#pompeii #lightning #hamlet #thunderstorm

Aeya Jean Johnson Jun 2014

Derecho

Crackles in the sky,
Ricocheting,
Electrifying.
Allegretto in its
Timing.
Indigo bled out,
New colors flash
Glowering.

A shriek in the house.

Stillness assumes
Till another spark
Opens the fear,
Rearing this chilling, rumbling
Music.

Derecho Definition: a widespread windstorm that is associated with rapidly moving showers or thunderstorms.

#heartbreak #sky #hopeless #storm #thunder #thunderstorm #shriek #ricochet #electrify #glowering

Meg B Jun 2014

Stormy

There's something so
delicious
about getting caught
in a summer storm,
the chilled water droplets
penetrating the outer layers
of clothing,
soaking the overheated body
with unexpected
refreshment.

I heard all the squeals
and screams,
cries toward the sky
to close its open mouth,
to stop spitting down
on them
as they ran,
ducking cars,
looking for a rooftop
makeshift
umbrella.

I chortled
not so discreetly,
extending my arms
side to side
to catch the droplets
on my bare skin.

The rain felt so ****
as it slid down
my forehead,
slipping
slowly
across my lips,
sneaking down below,
into the crew cut
of my shirt.

Two blocks away from home,
most of the runners had run by,
the rest huddling below
the entrance to various shops
and bars,
I walked by, paying the stares no mind,
sporting a purported
half-crazed look,
while I truly exuded
exuberance,
ebullience,
liveliness.

The pouring
turned to
pittering, pattering,
gentle kisses from the
beads,
letting up just as I
approached my door,
like the universe knew,
and it let me
dance home
in the rain
before the sky shut its
wide-toothed grin,
and the storm was gone.

#alive #happiness #rain #summer #storm #live #surrender #thunderstorm #refreshing

Liz Delgado Jun 2014

Unusual, but genuine

I used to be scared of thunderstorms, but I fell deeply for one. I used to hate the lighting striking when I least expect it, now it had found a way to get a hold of my heart. Things change, but never completely; I still found and overwhelming amount to comfort when I got to the eye of the storm and I had always loved the rain. Not everyone can get to the eye, and the times I did and still do, I've felt very lucky to.
Our relationship was never pink, we argued more than being cliché, even when we were happy, we would argue. But even so, I didn't need to hear the exact I love you, we were not like that either. You would say "you're such a *****", and I would say, "and you're an *******"; you would smile, and I would too because that was enough. It screamed I love you louder than any "I love you, boo" would. We loved passionately yet fought furiously.
And after all the times I tried figuring out what we had, asking myself why we weren't like every couple out there, realization hit me at 2:00 a.m. in the morning. I didn't want to be like everybody else because you loved me truly and I loved you endlessly. There would be times you hurt me, and I hurt you too, but the love was enough to cover.
You're a thunderstorm and I wouldn't change it for a thing, not even for the stars and the galaxies out there, or the fields of flowers around the land, not even the salty top to bottom of the sea, all the riches of the world, or the key to heaven.

I'm in love with a raging thunderstorm.

#love #life #relationship #you #thunderstorm

June Montag May 2014

What Really Happens: Part Two

but all is not lost as
     the brightness returns and
     the dark is dispelled
          no more to sojourn
the tears can return from whence they came and
     the fists put back into their cage as
     the cameras finally roll away.
a touch an apology a kiss on the mouth
     the monster he promises will never get out
     but we all lnow that it will.
yet for now the sky's blue and
     the clouds have returned
     all's right with the heavens
     all's right with the world.

this is one of the few happy poems i will ever be capable of writing, simply because it was not my idea. i do not control the rain.

#thunderstorm #happilyeverafterorisit #temporarybliss #clearskies

June Montag May 2014

What Really Happens In A Thunderstorm?

tiny arrows Rain down as
     the heavens Scream their wrath
     and
     the cameras Flash incessantly to
     Capture abject misery.

the screams they slowly Die
     down Into the low moans
     and
     the tears are Falling faster as
     fists Hit their mark.

red streaks
     across the sky.

just another mythological theory for the thunderstorm.

#abuse #tears #misery #thunderstorm