En.Citatepedia^®.ro

Signs and Tribulations

Beaneath the sky are puzzles of clouds:
pieces of dreams, reflections of life,
vicious problems the world has.

From tiny creatures to gigantic trees,
Oceans to mountains, she watches;
She cries but only little we know,
Her anger is louder than a dropp of snow:

So, 'you want more rain? ' A THUNDER roared!
with a flash of LIGHTNING, a FIRE soared!
while the monstrous river awaits its FLOOD,
TORNADO whirled and HURICANE came.

VOLCANOES 'replied, ' but an EARTHQUAKE 'shook! '
'BEHOLD THE SUN WHEN IT NO LONGER SHINES,
and on this day, it's God's turn to ask you, 'WHY? ''

poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Part of God

created in his likeness
the anger - thunder
the warning - lightning
the tears - rain
the smile - the breeze
the punishment - earthquake
lesson - the echo, memory
the trees, birds,
sea, clouds and sky
his pictorial poetry
in his likeness
i paint them
with words
that run
like a river
reflecting their beauty in me
styling them in realism
on a calm day
impressionism
on a breezy one
as the river
dances with light
modernism
when the river
shakes the
inquisitive mind
of the mysteries of life
all the blocks and angles
the river registers
as it unfolds a scroll
of god's law
surrealism
mistfilled
a river scene
i did to run away from
a mind that torments
a world that begs for
an answer to everything

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

That Rain

Thunder starts rolling in
As it fell from the skys
Rain
Oh how it knows me so
As I stand underneath it
While I welcomed it with wide open arms
With my head facing the lightning bolts up ahead
The rain drops upon my face
Like welcoming kisses
As the thunder roared louder than the mightiest lion
As the lightning bolts lit up the sky brighter than Vegas itself
I twirled in the rain
Not caring who saw
In that rain
That rain I welcomed ever so
That rain which had the softest touch I had ever felt

poem by Storm Pedersen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

What's Between The Lines...

The clouds roll in,

the thunder roars,

another stormy night,

elegant in it's own way,

the lightning strikes,

the thunder crashes,

the rain ever so clever,

seeps through the slightest cracks,

the night ever so fragile,

now,

caressed in the motionless fog,

the fog ever so graceful,

never doth touch the dark damp ground,

the ground ever so cold,

stares wide-eyed at the world around,

and watches as the clouds subside,

the thunder and lightning,

one again hide,

and the storm is gone,

now again,

the sun may shine.

poem by Linda Kessler
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Anger is like a tornado

Anger is like a tornado
As the tornado swirls by
The wind picks up
And smiles for the ride of his life
Suddenly debris crashes
The sky darkens
The clouds spray rain and laugh at the people
Who were un-fortunate enough
To get stuck in this anger
These people will never come back
And neither will you

poem by Samantha Summerz
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

An Aura about the Sun

There is an aura about the sun
On this late winter's day as
Snow falls from castles in the sky-
Invisible clouds shall not obliterate the sun-
In my most startled moment,
I would look down from
My stance upon a purple mountain peak-
Purple transforms to magenta as
A ray of hope shines
Downward and mysteriously about-
I see reflections of copper- hued branches in the creek below-
Upon trees seemingly awakening from a passionate night amidst the darkness-
In the bitter coldness of the season's end-
Branches so like arms reaching towards the sky-
Decorated with snow and bending in the wind as
Would ballerina dancers upon a stage of oblivion-
Not knowing what the next moment in time shall bring?
There is an aura about the sun and
The snow keeps falling-
Crocuses trying to hide their blossoms from the late winter's chill-
Yesterday the sun rose and cast its shadows about the mountainsides-
Purple mountains and magenta reflections in the creek in all of its
Crystalline clarity have never looked so striking
Even stones polished by rushing water rapids- and grasses sparkle in the dew-
I have found my place in this world so vast, and so majestic- yet so ethereal,
Alone with the trees and nowhere to hide-
No need to hide because I have escaped reality-
In the real world mountains have never been purple-hued and
Reflections never magenta-crocuses never emerge and blossom on
A cold winder's twilight-
There is an aura about the sun and I listen to the voices
Chanting baritone melodies inside the fortress of my mind-
Others may say that this is none but a delusion, although
I do not recognize their disparagement -
I have lost myself in a world of fearlessness and
I find nothing intimidating in this land of my dreams-
It has been said that dreams often never come true but
I have carried my dreams inside of my mind to the peak of
Purple mountains glowing beneath the moon at midnight and
The sun as it rises at daybreak- nobody shall unlock the door to my madness
My dream has come true and I shall never escape-
I have painted a picture inside of my mind and here in my solitude
I have escaped the pain of veracity as
I chant my own special melodies, though in silence.
There is an aura about the sun and I am proud to say it shines light
Upon the essence of my dreams, illuminating a path before me
Upon which I can walk -I can walk further and further from all that threatens-
Where there is no place to hide and no need to hide
As the snow keeps falling from invisible clouds and
Fantasy has never appeared so magnificently regal….

poem by Claudia Krizay
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

In The Middle Of The Year

In the middle of the year,
Seldom the sky shows his face.
The clouds reign with friends,
And, the land hails drops of rain.
The clouds play origamy with,
The folding flakes of their
Feather making rafts, boats, ships
One after another on the chest of
The sky, some restless clouds,
Fall to earth to feel the adventures
Of their life, to get into the
Embrace of the stream, river
Seas and oceans, to be evaporated
Again to meet their friends.
They smile, laugh and giggle,
With their hearts' content.
The sun sees this behind the,
Mountains of clouds, peeps
Sometimes, to give ray to,
The rain-bathed earth---
Then the earth, shines in joy!

poem by Nilakshi Das
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

We Keep You Going

not just me
but we, we keep you going
riding on that train
the images meeting you
in a flash
of lightning
without the sound
of muscular thunder

the white wings
of solitude
heigtened in your haiku
the clouds of the
dry land
the rain trying to
make a new river
on that dry
bed

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

I Could Feel The Whole World Turn Around Underneath Me

When I first saw you this strange kind of feeling set my head a-reeling
Like I hit the ceiling.
The same thing happened to me then, baby.
Something kind of crazy and everything went hazy.
Lightning and thunder shook the ground.
And I could feet the whole world turn round underneath me.
I could feet the whole world turn round.
My, have you never been set on fire?
Burning with desire growing higher and higher.
Like on a funny fair big wheel stopping when you are to topping,
The you feel it dropping
Rising and heaven falling down.
And I could feet the whole world turn round underneath me.
I could feet the whole world turn round.
I took my breath as though Ive been running.
Quite completely stunning, holy, overcoming.
And in a funny way it seemed frightening.
Tension and a hardening
Thunder and the lightning
And Ive grown the singer who wrote that song.
And I could feet the whole world turn round underneath me.
I could feet the whole world turn round when youre near me.
I could feet the whole world turn round.
I could feet the whole world turn round underneath me.
I could feet the whole world turn round when youre near me.
I could feet the whole world turn round.

song performed by by Rod Stewart
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Hurricane Irene...New York

Mother earth silently awaits, dumb, rising with fear,
Seeing the speed raging, writhing in anger as it nears.
The dark clouds dims the golden blaze so unseen.
The echoing howling voice of the hurricane so mean.
Dismayed, prepares to meet the wild cruel whirling,
As the world braces through the gloomy warning.
Oceans restless, unkind and the river overflows,
Giants of air swaying the trees with many blows.
Uplifts trees, crashing windows, lines so coldly...
Sending shivers down the spine battering boldly,
And lo! Behold the shattering winds, the heavy gales,
The insensitive hurricane strong, never ever fails;
Charioted by the wind reaching out for more.
Leaving behind memories ugly, that none can restore..

poem by Shirani Ibrahim
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

A Voice Unheeded!

Mother earth silently awaits, dumb …with fear
Seeing the speed raging, writhing in anger as it nears
The dark clouds dims the golden blaze so unseen
The echoing howling voice of the hurricane so mean
Dismayed, prepares to meet the wild cruel whirling
As the world braces through the gloomy warning
Sending shivers down the spine battering boldly
Uplifts trees crashing windows lines so coldly
Giants of air swaying the trees with many blows
Oceans restless as it swells and the river overflows
And lo! Behold the shattering winds, the heavy gales,

The insensitive hurricane destruction never ever fails;
Charioted by the wind reaching out for lands and more
Leaving behind memories ugly that none can restore~

poem by Shirani Ibrahim
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The Thunder Cracks In The Gray Sky

The thunder cracks in the gray sky and the rain it is bucketing down
Above the high and dry and bare paddocks by the river that flows by the town
On those paddocks that need heaps of rain it has been awhile since they were green
This countryside is looking dry 'tis as dry as it ever has been
His feathers soaked wet from the rain the magpie flutes on the blackwood tree
From it's drenched leaves the rain drips and drips by the river that flows to the sea
To the river adown the bare hill the water in rivulets run
As soon as the rain will have stopped they will quickly dry out in the sun
The Summer has been warm and dry and the long range weather forecast is for a dry Fall
An hour of heavy thunder rain of little use though better than nothing at all
For months the farmers have been praying for rain their prayers in part answered today
But the sun shines across the brown hills and the rain clouds are clearing away
And the magpie shakes his feathers dry and no rain drops left to drip from the trees
And white butterflies flitting about in the sunshine and feshening breeze.

poem by Francis Duggan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Between My Teeth!

it is in the darkened hallways
of the mind that has no boundaries,
in the silent moment between sin and glory,
when there really is no difference....
in the pause between thunder and lightning,
when mountains are oceans,
and oceans are acorns.
in the infinity between breaths,
and the illusion between death and life.
in the cardboard box that holds lifetimes,
in the universe beneath tiny wings.
in snowflakes, and tiny crumbs of starlight,
on the wet lips of the hungry wolf.
in the droppings of a thousand bats,
and the swinging trunks of elephants.
in the drunken stagger from the grave,
and the space between notes where music is born.
in the sound of waves a hundred miles from the shore,
in the cleft beneath the tongue where god sleeps.
in the frozen wasteland between our bodies,
where fire waits for the few who dare.
in the crucifix, the cock, and the prism,
in the empty glass,
and the book unread.
it is there that you will find me,
with your heart between my teeth!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The Glowworm

The mountains lost in clouds, the giant firs
Standing out 'gainst the never-ceasing lightning,
Shaken by thunderpeals, in threefold strength,
As all the valleys echoed through the night.
The mighty heads stormbent, the branches tossed
Into the sheets of water, sky and earth
In lurid light, a never-ceasing flame.
There in the grass, beneath a tiny leaf
A firefly put forth its wondrous ray,
As if no storm, no rain, no hail were nigh,
A peaceful little flame, and yet so strong,
That it outshone the lightning. It would say:
I am the same as lightning! Storm thy life
And threat'ning thunder, but thy flame O minstrel,
Thy heart's own fire, is as strong, as true,
As elementary as Fate's wild raving,
And though it throws its light but on a leaf,
That leaf may be eternal by the light
Thy soul hath shed on it. That steady flame
Burns on, when all the clouds have spent their fire,
And when the bowels of the earth have ceased
To growl in answer. Undisturbed, thy flame
Will live, defying Fate's alarm, a fearless,
Undying mighty word, as strong as lightning
And love's own sheen, thy soul's unwavering beacon.

poem by Carmen Sylva
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
Vote! | Copy!

Narrowmindedness

and then he came upon a town
that did not entertain him

he asks his men
to put it on fire
lash lightning and thunder
and throw the brimstone

flood the river with red blood
the air with fire

simply because he is slighted.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

The Storm

The clouds turned to gray
The air turned to cold
And I knew by that day
Some evil would unfold.
It arrived without a warning
Along with the pounding rain
And it was gone by the morning
As violently as it came.
But for that night I lived in terror
That night I lived in fright
With every sound I heard
With every flash of light.
Violently came the wind
Terrorizing with no form
Then came the thunder and lightning,
Arriving, was the storm.
Many trees I saw bent
Then God clapped his mighty hand
While many trees were refusing to fall,
But then, a tree didn't stand.
Rushing came the wind
Pounding came the rain
Crashing came the thunder
Quickly, came my pain.
Underneath my bed I hid
From the terror of the storm
And in pain and terror I cried
In horror and pain I moaned.
That night I lived in terror
That night I lived in fright
With every sound I heard
With every flash of light.
And the rain just kept falling
More tears I began to weep
For the wind just kept calling,
Then that night; I fell asleep.
Then morning she finally came
I awoke to the sound of peace and birds
The sound of thunder and rain was gone
Which had awoke my sleeping world.
Then outside towards the sky I stared,
To the clouds God he did call
I saw Gods hand moving the wind
Commanding the rain not to fall.
Then the sun began to shine
So on my knees I fell to pray
Then again, I began to cry
Thanking God; the storm had went away.

poem by Randy McClave
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Turning Off The Lights

you say, you love light, its brightness
that reveals what had long been denied to you
by darkness,
you take it, and raise it and put it at the higher place
for that should be how it must be
everything is now obvious and you begin to see
the truth, and you say, at first, that this is beautiful,
and good, and you preach about light, its brightness,
you want all those that love you to have them too

time changes, seasons come and go, tastes not just sweetness
but bitterness, this is also truth, but this is not good,
this is ugly, and all the scenes pass before your eyes,
your parents, and brothers, they are carried by this rage
of the river of time, there was thunder and lightning at the background,
there is too much lighting, and you begin to dislike
what light has given you, brightness has become too harsh
for such a short life,
there is panic and fear now, you want to run but all the doors are closed,
and the windows refuse to open,
the clouds make the rain, and rain does not stop,
the sun still shines, no promises are broken, all for your love of light,
its brightness, now getting too sharp and too jagged, they hurt

you sit alone, you let the rain flood over you, you dislike water
there is too much of it, just like light, flooding over your senses,
they are no longer good, they are so ugly,
but what can you do? you wished for it and now it is given for free.

forgetting has taken your beloved away. Such a cruel goddess.
Now you are alone. You remember the night of sound sleep.
You remember when you said, once when we were small,
You want all the lights turned off, light hurts, and you cannot sleep.

and so, i turned off all the lights now. I shall not tell you anything.
You need sleep and dreams shall be there to comfort you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Twenty

This is my world, small as it is,
It is a planet by itself with very
Small moons, and tiny stars,
And so tiny, you cannot just
See me there, I am hiding,
But I still live here just the same,
Breathing atomic air, and drinking
Molecular waters, so you see,
How tiny I could be, how tiny
I could get, but this is my
Small happy world, my smile
My laughter so tiny, that you
Cannot hear, you cannot feel,

And that is your world as big
As the sun, with comets and
Meteors, and so big and so
Wide, with oceans and rivers,
And continents, and gigantic
Arctics, and snowy lands, and
We are then so different, and
With me, there is no problem,
I, in my small world, can fit
In yours, but you, you cannot
Fit in mine, that we must
Accept, I am a small world,
And you are a space still expanding,
Now, do you understand,
why I hide?
why I shy away from you?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

This Is My World That Is Your World

This is my world, small as it is,
It is a planet by itself with very
Small moons, and tiny stars,
And so tiny, you cannot just
See me there, I am hiding,
But I still live here just the same,
Breathing atomic air, and drinking
Molecular waters, so you see,
How tiny I could be, how tiny
I could get, but this is my
Small happy world, my smile
My laughter so tiny, that you
Cannot hear, you cannot feel,

And that is your world as big
As the sun, with comets and
Meteors, and so big and so
Wide, with oceans and rivers,
And continents, and gigantic
Arctics, and snowy lands, and
We are then so different, and
With me, there is no problem,
I, in my small world, can fit
In yours, but you, you cannot
Fit in mine, that we must
Accept, I am a small world,
And you are a space still expanding,
Now, do you understand,
why I hide?
why I shy away from you?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

All Living Things

The sea…a living sentient thing
As is the Earth…an organism alive

For who’s to say that oceans don’t think
And that planets don’t strive to survive

That trees and leaves have no feelings
And rocks…no emotions

That waves could’na be the heartbeat and…
The pulse of vibrant oceans

That canyons be not wrinkles
That mountains are not just features

That constellations…and galaxies
Not simply grand cosmic creatures

That lakes are not eyes
Valleys not ears

Volcanoes not simply pimples
Nor the rain…Terra’s tears

As atoms…to universes
Meteor storms…to hail

The only true difference is…
A slight matter… of scale

Only the out-sized ego of…
man can stubbornly deny

Only stifled imaginations
Sterile, dusty and dry

Only minds conditioned
to not even strive…fail

To acknowledge that all and everything
That exists…is in it’s own way, alive

poem by David Whalen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Rain, Rain,

Rain Rain,
above from the sky,
To some you are
drops of love
or dropp of joy
like a perfect boy
You’re a sprinkle of blessing
like salad dressing.

Rain Rain,
Drip, drop, drip, drop,
On the window panes,
Thunder and lightning fills up the sky,
Creating a rock music concert
right outside your locked door,
But be careful,
It might make your head a bit sore.

Rain Rain,
with sun wind, and clouds,
and the seven beautiful colours.

Rain Rain,
It’s a sensation to dry droughts,
and takes out all our doubts,
So let the rain out!

poem by Mikaiila .S.
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!