"hailstorms" poems
Hailstorms with big winds, trees writhing in breezes
Coyotes howling in moonlight, dogs when they sneezes
Alloys and carved toys, stone gargoyles with wings
These are a few of my favorite things.
Skunk smells carried gently on nocturnal breezes
Sly double entendres and tickley teases
Beautiful salmon colored sunsets that make my jaw drop
Smell of pine 'n cedar in my sauna and wood shop!
Dolphins and doggies and toddlers and mooses
Saunas and cold plunges and honking V-flying gooses
Small mutts and storytellers and Pixar cartoons
Crazy call of the Maine dark of night loons
These are some of my nurturing tunes!
Volcanoes with lava and magma all oozing
Cross country skiing just gliding and cruising
Receiving massages unwinding and unbruising
I love my collections of adhesives and strings
These are a few of my favorite things!
So when the wasps sting
When the bored people whine
Wen I'm feeling dispirited and sad
I just think of a few of my favorite things
And I don't feel…so…bad!
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
Inspiration for true love, you always remain,
With your ineffable look and idyllic thoughts,
Your dulcet expressions are very iridescent,
When two lovers are kissing in garden.
Joyful love making in the dark deep forest,
You will never jilt our love, my heart sings,
My feelings jostle to get into your heart,
When rain drops are dancing with bubbles.
***** style you have with your frizzy hair,
Ebullient and effervescent flavor of your spirit,
Entice my lips to kiss you all over your body,
By the end of today, when the sun is setting.
Lullaby your heart croons sonorously for me,
You are light, love and life a lover always seeks,
My heart is fond of your rosy and lustful lips,
When rainbow is spreading its colorful emotions,
Mesmerize me by your marvelous appearance,
Your great reverence for love enrapture me,
And naughty actions of your lips stare at me,
When hailstorms are falling on the poor lovers.
Nurturing the love seeds, you sowed yesterday,
You shower your warmness on those seeds,
Are eager to dance with their kind partner,
When love season is reaching its adolescence.
One and only partner, this is you only darling,
Whom I so deeply and outrageously love,
And my baby heart always beats for you,
When snowy mountains stretch in **********
Passionate and pretty playmate you are,
The Most romantic words I can say to you,
My pride, joy and precious partner for ever,
And peep from the swarm of smitten blue sky.
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 8:11 AM UTC
I come from the green winters,
the beady drops of sweat
running like lawnmowers
down the side of a face.
The bugs, bugs, bugs
and freakish hailstorms
of the way-down-south.
I come from the trash-can lid
that I made a sled and took flight on
soaring over the inch-thick ice.
I am from howdy-land and yeehaw-city,
but the thing is,
they really weren't.
I come from a fascination with rocks,
the round ones with the white stripes
and the white ones with the round stripes.
I am from bee-stings and wasp-nests,
and the kind ointments that were
whispered into my battle wounds.
Down the side of a cliff,
running like lawmowers,
the beady drops of sweat
come from green winters.
Sep 29, 2011
Sep 29, 2011 at 7:52 PM UTC
Handprints stain my heart.
They're yours.
I am plagued; comatose,
a ritualistic rebirth
I claw my way out by morning.
Steady, inescapable,
and raw, colorless thoughts
I wake, a hollow shell
a crescent.
Crumbs of my Eden remain
they linger as you linger
burlesque, a temptress
stepping softly.
I'll not let the words crawl across my lips
I'd rather let them form brief, violent hailstorms
than risk it all again.
Wrists heavenward,
breathless, I submit.
Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 12:23 PM UTC
I wanted to model my life after a rainstorm:
To embody the excitement and freshness and screaming vitality
of a torrential rain on a hot summer day
To show off my clouds and shout out with thunder
My worries and sorrows, my failures and fears.
To laugh and cry and run and shriek
With windstorms and hailstorms and post-summer sleet.
But most of all,
I wanted to flash through people's lives like lightning
So, so bright and unexpected and beautiful and alive
That they held their breath and scanned the skies
For just one more crackle of energy and excitement
That makes them question their accepted lives.
If nothing else, I'll be petrichor
The soft, sweet reminder of new life to come.
That puts a smile on people's faces
As they, for once, stop, and breathe,
And remember that
They, too,
Are
Alive.
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 8:56 AM UTC
Half formed shallow glances across the dawn
Breaking in crisp spring
a hunter means harm
(say it back)
Precious slanted words in crushed song
Landing slowly, raindrops cling
The sidewalk is long
(breath we lack)
Slaughtered bouquet petals in Central Park
Burning acidic in the winter light
Our sun is victim to the dark
(Gilded armor cracks)
Aimless gallivanting learns to command the heart
Inspired: the reckless wilderness can ignite
villains and matchsticks to spark
(Absence means love lacks)
and if all letters are to crash like hailstorms
why write and feel and fill
the blank parchments with potential eardrums
whose souls we make anxious- ill?
and still
the alive will die or ****
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 9:24 PM UTC
tangled tendrils
and running
mascara
arctic thoughts
caressing a
hollow heart
she's lost herself,
in the hailstorms
and cold winter
nights
but she will never
forget the winter storm
that he used
to tear apart
her paper heart
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
Maybe she sees
Gentle rays of the sun
Glimmer from my face
Just like how I see her:
The light in the darkness
Of life's obscure fog
I wonder if she feels
The warm summer breeze
That would slowly blow
Upon her soft cheeks
Whenever I speak
The same breeze I feel
When she tells me
Nothings and somethings
I hope she feels
The slight glow
Of white moonlight
When my arms wrap around her
The very same glow
Whenever her arms
Lock themselves behind me
Sending me a message
To never let her go
I wish she forgets seeing
The heavy rains
That flood the roads on my face
Whenever I asked
If I were enough for her
Or if I were too much to handle
I wish she understands
The cyclones in my head
That clap thunder and flash lightning
Whenever the anger in me
Boils the chaotic saltwater
And creates tsunamis
In the vast ocean of my mind
I wish she forgives me
For the hailstorms in my words
That fall to the ground
And break like glass shards
That shatter windows and roofs
And car windshields and windows
I am a force of nature
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 8:29 AM UTC
I look at you
And I see a faraway crafted look in your eyes
Searching for the infinity;
Looking for something that could only be seen,
But could never be felt.
Like a brief moment of solitude,
Or the cracking sound of hailstorms;
You think of me,
Like an unforgettable winter afternoon
Which creates a chill across your spine –
A chill which reaches to your soul
And makes it cold.
Colder.
You close those emerald eyes, and then
You think of me
And of the last time when we kissed,
And how I wrote from the touch of my lips
On your pearl white skin,
How much I love you.
How much I loved you.
But that touch seems like the memories
Of a different lifetime.
A life once lived, but now forgotten
With the thunderstorms of time.
You open your eyes and think of me.
One last time,
Before closing them again. Forever.
And would call me your lover.
A lost one.
Your immortal…
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
We heed the call and march to war
Let's show the world what we're fighting for
Take up your arms, cast aside your fears
Leave your doubts and lend me your ears
Our cause is our bond, our fighting justified
Our determination runs deep inside
Arm in arm as we stand strong
Amongst our bretheren where we belong
Amongst disaster, we still stand tall
Our goliath companions to any end
Alongside with them we withstand
Any and all enemies
We rise to the challenges of their decrees
A pilot's will is unbreakable
A Titan's force is unstoppable
They choose to fight
For what they think is right
Looking ahead, no matter the peril
Going to war even if it proves to be fatal
Hearts of steel, resolve of iron
Souls alight as they let passion burn
Whenever they fight they give it their all
Our goliath companions to any end
Alongside with them we withstand
Any and all enemies
We rise to the challenges of their decrees
Fields of fire
Hailstorms of lead
Scars that stay forever
On the skin and inside my head
The one who brought me through it all
Was my Ion Titan, standing tall
Now I stand, so pilots please hear my call
Raise your heads and prepare for Titanfall
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 12:32 AM UTC
yours is a vengeful god
too old for some benevolent dictating
even on good days,
beard scratchy like steel wool and
wishing it all went down
easier.
he's
raising hailstorms in
little-known third world nations
with each cold and
stubbed toe.
came home friday night hammered,
and with a whole new point of view,
he said:
"i don't wanna forgive you
not because it's hard
(it's not)
it's so **** easy it's
a cheap trick."
flicked the cig at the ashtray
and missed. he
stopped loving you just like that
on a day that smelled like gasoline,
while in the midwest the droughts went
on, and on,
decided that what he gives is
what he wants to take.
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 12:17 AM UTC
Do I have to get out of bed? please, not today of all days its raining, hard I'll get drenched as im walking on my way
The only light rappelling me forward is the thought of seeing you your warmth and love keep me going keeping out the winter blues
Through thunder clouds and hailstorms I tread along through the mud oh the things you'll do when you're in love they're endless kinda like a fool on a drug
As I come close to the red-bricked building my heart is filled with delight as you stand there alone waiting for me you banish the chills felt from the night
Although the sun isnt shining my heart is lit by rays of gold to see you happy with a smile on your face makes this story worth being told
So as I trudge on through the mud through thunderstorms and rain I feel surprisingly comfortable for you I'd do it all again
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 5:48 PM UTC
Winds howling on dark ice,
Her wings flutter across the aquamarine sky,
Icebergs and hailstorms are her feathers,
Blizzards rage for eons till the nether.
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC
Once I was your world
A utopia in the realm
Of your dreams
Where skies are blue
And shooting stars
Make dreams come true
And so I turn
Breaking so I can bend
For beautiful sunrises
For the most beautiful sunsets
The bright moon up for nights
With stars like your eyes
You ran on meadows
Bloomed flowers in our spring
The rain was beautiful too
So were the hailstorms for you
In the winters we’d laugh
Until the next autumn comes
I profess my love in seasons
Freezing time on beautiful moments
Laying out the stars for you
Promising you the world
Myself, and so much more
But when the stars don’t shine
And the snow won’t fall
When the hailstorms bruise
And flowers in spring don’t bloom
The world won’t be enough
So the universe you’d explore
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 10:28 AM UTC
she sat on the ground and looked at her trembling hands,
admiring how little control she had over her own body.
she heard the thunder telling her to go home,
but she didn't obey -- she felt safer amongst the lightning bolts.
see, she was not frightened by the heavy rain,
nor did she fear snow or hailstorms.
cold weather did not scare her at all,
for she was a child of the winter.
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC
I used to call myself an A-Romantic Poet, not wanting to include myself
In the group that I thought knelt at the altar of nature on two knees, writing only about the prettiness they see.
Am I a ‘Romantic’ poet, I ask myself out loud. The jury is out.
At first I thought they only wrote about flowers and hills and things outside the mind. Someone said I was wrong, that they can write about inner inspiration and movements of mind, as long as their internal spring of feeling is strong, intense and vibrant like tremors, geysers, erupting volcanoes, hailstorms, floods, and hurricane furies; or as still as a daffodil bending in the breeze.
I think perhaps I write like an already very strong and steady wind that sometimes surprises with an even stronger gust that defies expectations, and explanations, and demands attention, like an ignored diva.
Sean Hunt May 13 2016
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 5:41 AM UTC
when every day is all pen ink running dry & shaky caffeine fingers,
panic attack fever & ***** bathroom stall tears,
remember you already survived yourself. remember you took poison pills
& they couldn’t even **** you. mama never said there’d be days like these
but this has always been more hailstorms than sweater weather.
give me something ****** & sentient, i need
to be touched so badly,
even if it comes sharp knuckles & bruises.
i need everyone to love me but all i see is you.
glassy-eyed & giving my all,
finally on the verge of becoming,
this is what i give you.
this is my offering.
& then you tell me i’m doing so good
& kiss the splash of coffee from my nose
see, i want the whole world remembered in my neurons,
in my fingertips, in the backs of my eyelids
i want an infinity of foreign places burned into my brain
but if you’re the only country i rest my roots into
i want nothing else.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC
people always describe it as an "empty pit"
but that's just not true.
in essence, what it is,
is hunger.
the starvation of meaning,
and the force fed nature of depression.
it's bulimic in urge.
binge on cutting myself,
to purge myself of feeling.
it's always described as suppressing.
when,
in actuality it's just hopeless.
it's despair.
in the same way my dirt hued eyes won't make up
for the cracks formed from
the nights spent crying-
and
too many hailstorms.
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 5:18 AM UTC
Have you ever felt like something had a hold on you that you had no control over?
Like whenever you have the hiccups?
Not really too much you can do about it.
Except maybe hold your breath and hope they'll go away.
But the thing with mental illness is once it's a part of you
it's hard to get rid of whatever has a hold on you.
With depression, you have sunny days and rainy days
which are a given
but then you get tornadoes an earthquakes and tsunamis and hailstorms all at the same time
and there's no escaping that.
With insomnia, you lose maybe a couple hours of rest
which is a given
but the next thing you know, you're on your third cup of water, downing sleep aides, shaking in your skin because you haven't slept
in three days.
With anxiety, you get those little shy moments and you try to avert everyone's eyes
which is a given
but then you're locked in the bathroom stall, crouched in a corner with tears streaming down your face while you feel yourself falling apart.
You're mental illnesses haven taken over and the person you once were questions the person you are now,
screaming into it's fearful eyes, begging for a release.
So you draw the blade across your skin.
So you swallow too many pills.
So you take one more drag, one more hit, one more shot.
Anything that keeps you numb even for a second helps.
Seconds become minutes. Minutes to hours. Hours to days. Then, before you know it, days become forever, and now you're numb...
forever.
Just..
gone.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
If hearts could race as the sun sets on
Isn't it the same at the break of dawn?
Her mouth whispers something in the lines of hailstorms
Trying to find solace in singing tunes of the classic Waits Tom
She was engrossed in her own calamity
In her quest of the utmost soul-searching identity.
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 8:44 PM UTC
Dear Winter,
I’m sorry I have to steal your glory,
Steal your brilliance,
And steal your snow, year after year.
I think your glory, brilliance, and snow
Are awe-inspiring, but not everyone thinks so.
I hope you will not be mad at me for my
Colorful, blossoming flowers,
Infantile green buds,
And timidly shining sun.
I am certainly not mad at you for your
Frigid, billowing winds,
Unmerciful blizzards and hailstorms,
And brilliant snow displays in the early morning.
I want to remind you that every season has another season
That steals its throne,
And I just happen to be that season for you.
Please accept this, my sincere apology.
Your fellow season, Spring
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC
God,
Please give me rain
I've found my strength in the thunder
I've lost myself between the hailstorms and I don't care to be found again
I wish to be well
I need to be guided through my personal hell
And I will wait
Until I am worthy
Until I am taught to understand and revere you
To accept you above me
Dear God,
I'm not on my knees
I don't believe in salvation, but I need to be saved.
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 8:11 PM UTC
If you see love,
Please tell her,
Tell her that I know,
Let her hear the sound of snowfall
And drops of rainfall
If You see love
Please let her know
Tell love I want to hold her beautiful hands,
I hope to one day touch her smooth legs,
Tell love she looks beautiful without makeup
And that her smile is in my memories, in this moment and in tomorrow's glory
Tell love she is a story,
Each chapter written in different ink,
A trumpets beat
As our lips crave the dreams of reality
Tell love to be patient,
We are yet to meet but me and her will live out our forever even if it be but a single moment of a 'hello' and tearful 'see you next time'
If you see love
Please tell her,
I understand she doesn't know,
Know or hear the sound of snowfall or hailstorms,
If you see love please let her know that she loves me, and I do love her so
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC
sometimes i wish it would snow inside my head
but i only get hailstorms
a vibrant battering of constant thoughts
stinging upon contact
sometimes i wish it would snow inside my head
but i only get lightning
flashes of bright
they tempt me to find joy until they leave once again
sometimes i wish it would snow inside my head
but i only get forest fires
so destructive and unpredictable
even the maker cannot be fully prepared
sometimes i wish it would snow inside my head
snow muffles
snow is a bandaid
snow is soft
snow is peaceful
snow is not me
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC