"derailing" poems - Hello Poetry

The oceanic wind did not rescind but instead it found its form. Gathering in strength and gaining much in length at the centre of the storm. Building attitude it would not exclude from the frigate sailing true. But with its destination now a defication the seas discarded with the crew. Land-Ho, it came, did this hurricane bringing with it such a wave. Like none had ever seen was this water screen that was bound to misbehave. Throwing all aside like an unruly bride who was aiming to get her way. And what lay ahead was a heap of dead as the big one came to play. On its way inward it had done no good to the vessells on the sea. Throwing craft around and causing men to drown it wasn't going to let them be. Breaching many shores like unruly ****** the waves would spread there grisly pox. From the nearest beach to the out of reach destination of inland docks. Catastrophe - spelt with a capital C was the headlines in the news. Every seaside place had a weary face that was filmed by camera crews. People died that day many swept away as the nearest towns did flood. Even tracks were failing with the trains derailing while water washed away the blood. Many homes were wrecked as they did disconect and the oceans did divorce. With those like you and me as they watched TV as the waters swam there course. Many got up high and watched their fellows die on this day that would not be. Forgotten very soon as before high noon we were dismantled by the sea. It's all over now and we will somehow continue with our lives. We'll bury our dead and we'll count the heads of our lost husbands and wives. They'll be laid to rest and we'll then invest in the massive clear away. But when that wind gets up it'll hit us in the gut but all we can do is pray. The world cannot be tamed and does not feel ashamed when it strikes from out of the blue. However we prepare nature doesn't care and will do what it must do. We think we're in control but we're just on parole from what nature has to throw. And we'll hope that day never comes our way but we can never really know.

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Oct 24, 2014

Oct 24, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC

christopher-k-bayliss

We can never really know!

The oceanic wind did not rescind but instead it found its form. Gathering in strength and gaining much in length at the centre of the storm. Building attitude it would not exclude from the frigate sailing true. But with its destination now a defication the seas discarded with the crew. Land-Ho, it came, did this hurricane bringing with it such a wave. Like none had ever seen was this water screen that was bound to misbehave. Throwing all aside like an unruly bride who was aiming to get her way. And what lay ahead was a heap of dead as the big one came to play. On its way inward it had done no good to the vessells on the sea. Throwing craft around and causing men to drown it wasn't going to let them be. Breaching many shores like unruly ****** the waves would spread there grisly pox. From the nearest beach to the out of reach destination of inland docks. Catastrophe - spelt with a capital C was the headlines in the news. Every seaside place had a weary face that was filmed by camera crews. People died that day many swept away as the nearest towns did flood. Even tracks were failing with the trains derailing while water washed away the blood. Many homes were wrecked as they did disconect and the oceans did divorce. With those like you and me as they watched TV as the waters swam there course. Many got up high and watched their fellows die on this day that would not be. Forgotten very soon as before high noon we were dismantled by the sea. It's all over now and we will somehow continue with our lives. We'll bury our dead and we'll count the heads of our lost husbands and wives. They'll be laid to rest and we'll then invest in the massive clear away. But when that wind gets up it'll hit us in the gut but all we can do is pray. The world cannot be tamed and does not feel ashamed when it strikes from out of the blue. However we prepare nature doesn't care and will do what it must do. We think we're in control but we're just on parole from what nature has to throw. And we'll hope that day never comes our way but we can never really know.