Rifts In The Sky

Rifts In The Sky short poem

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And so the clouds diverge,
And so the gashes form,
And so unleashed is the fury.

Mother Nature shows her might.
Mother Nature shows her power.

The sky rips open,
The sky releases the torrents,
The sky hails upon all,
The sky falls upon us.

The sky shows its rifts,
The sky shows its fury,
The sky tells of our end.

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I'm a college student at a small liberal-arts college, with a love for technology, travel, music, art and poetry, I aspire to be a web designer and a writer, travelling the world doing what I love.
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Christopher S. Bunch

I enjoyed reading this poem, I like how you departed from the rhyme scheme.. That’s something I’m working on. And the way you stuck with Mother Nature, then the sky.

Kavita Jaitly

I really enjoyed reading this poem. It’s like a medicine to my soul.


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