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Trevon Haywood Oct 2015
I love thunderstorms.
Like beautiful girls do.
I'm so glad that I'm not scared.
I always be safe.
I love to see lightning.
I love to hear thunder.
I love to see the rain falling.
Against my window pane.

Anonymous.
Storms scared me sometimes
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

Into twlight, Shadow's of monster's, men's piercing sight's
As they stareth at mine queen, dog's, hopeful dreamer's, dream's;
Tis, cometh to find out these verily aren't men, they were aloviti being's, their breath was poisonous as an asp, teeth as glass.

ii.

Tis these brute's couldst not be killed by arrow, nor gun's, unless silver and gold were used; They brought a thunderstorm and hail over me and mine beloved's head, they clinched their lip's, their nail's ripped through the roaring of the darkness around instead.

iii.

Mine Earl Jane Nagley held me closely, as tis these barbarian's were untamed and ghostly; I pulled out mine secret hidden choice, An Aesculapian snake to giveth a bang taste to these to these unholy ale's, I used that silver and gold to cut off their tail's.

iv.

Whilst the thunderstorm's and hail dissolved into thin air
Mine reyna and queen hugged me and screamed, cheerfully;
She saidst to me she loved me, tis now she was free, from pain and from anguish, I saved her again from the devil's advantage.





©Brandon Nagley
©Earl jane Nagley dedication ( filipino rose)
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Just found this story on Google thought it would be interesting to write a story of it...an ale in Serbian mythology is a demon that takes form into a man,,, the demon can breathe on a man and become him. The ale's or demons power is thunderstorms and hail which is said it doesn't effect a village directly but the villages surrounding where the storm is.. And if a ale breathes on you it can make your soul leave your body up to the clouds.... Also you can't **** these ale's by any ordinary weapon not arrow or gun ( unless) silver and gold is used with it.... It is said the main choice weapon is the Aesculapian snake which somehow its poison killed these ale (demons) this is in Serbian !mythology and a few other European places around Serbia.... Interesting.. I'm not Serbian at all just thought this is interesting... Enjoy (: oh and yes aloviti are names for man transforming into these demons...
sarayu May 2015
The trees are dancing

A Tango

May thunderstorms
moss May 2015
the lightning flashes
then followed by the thunder
foundations shudder
Kylia Jan 2015
Thunderstorms are my 
Therapy.
Pouring the darkness away,
Piece by piece.

Rumbling pierces
The charged air,
Sweet melodies to 
My ears. 

A flash of light,
Illuminated, "snap!" 
A moment passed, gloom
Was back, just like that.

Rush of noises,
Can't make out anything,
Besides the pitted patter that
Rain always brings. 

I could stay awake 
All night,
Watching the sky 
And earth fight.
Watching the rain is my favorite way of wasting time.
Maybe they always did, love,
But it always escaped our eyes
As we stared at the skeletal
growth of this pain


Maybe the ground always did run into the skies
But we were too busy thirsting the night

To remember
recall

and forget

How were we to notice
When we were so caught up
Choking in the thunderstorm
of our failure?
Response to Want by BelleB which can be found at http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1013215/want/

Simply decided to write a response in greeting and if BelleB wishes, we will take it further as a collection :)
Marisa Hope Nov 2014
I know I have no chance, I know there will always be someone before me.
But before you make this your final decision, give me a chance.
Give me a chance to show you I know how to love, and I know how to love you.
Let me show you my true colors, my real spirit, my real self.
Give me a minute to let all my inhibitions go, be real, and be silly.
I love to be silly.
I guess that's something you should know.
I like to prance around in boxer shorts and oversized t-shirts belting out Taylor Swift like no other.
I like to make funny faces on snapchat and tweet song lyrics.
I will always laugh uncontrollably no matter how funny something is, that's just me.
I will always want to cuddle during thunderstorms, and I will always want to watch movies that make me cry.
I will never not love being kissed on the forehead, and hearing someone say, "you're cute."
This is Marisa, and this is Marisa unraveled.
This is me breaking out of the everyday norm.
And if you want to put me first,
You have to accept the challenge of loving me,
then you have to accept all my silliness and my quirks.
g Sep 2014
she loved the rain
the splitter splatter sound
every drop makes
were music to her ears

she loved the thunder
the ferocity of its roar
gave her the strength
to hold on for awhile more

she loved the lightning
the beauty of each stroke
containing the lethal power to hurt and ****
yet remain in inexplicable beauty

in short she loved thunderstorms
a mixture of rain thunder and lightning
just like her inner conflict of thoughts
and emotional turmoil

she compared herself to thunderstorms
not that she was a beauty
but she believed that
it depicted the words she wanted to say

she loved them so much
she chose to die on the day
there was a thunderstorm outside
pouring out things she never said.
exams tomorrow ****
Al Sep 2014
to
me
thunderstorms
are
the
purest
form
of
beauty
Taru Marcellus Jun 2014
*** for me!* I shout
She flashes her pearly whites
the brightest smile I've ever seen
(She likes it when I talk *****)
gets wet off it     ...     soaking
                                               the streets
                                      flooded in every nook
rivers gorging car tires
     thunderstorms are our communion

*** for me! I shout
and She moans like a god   ...   boisterous
my legs pump faster now
Her cries are electric
   I can't help but feel the jolt

louder baby
She indulges
and I come
                    full stop at the corner of Broadway & Covert


one day...
              She will tire of my obscenities
  all my ~*******'s~
in a final flash She will smite me
and when I reach home
  He will be at the gate
crooked finger a compass pointing to hell
*** for me I will cry
reverent in nostalgia
I will have played the game past the final quarter
still taunting His existence

but I'll smile
content in knowing
that every action has a consequence
content in knowing
  that I learned that pre-god
   pre-conservation of energy
content in knowing
    that life taught me to run in thunderstorms
and the first time I shouted back
I felt enough energy to risk hell for it
There's a blend of two distinct and loosely related ideas in this one
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