Hurricanes Poems

Hurricanes poems bring the best collection of short and long hurricanes poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great hurricanes rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these hurricanes poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on hurricanes are here for you.

A Letter To Hurricane Irma

A Letter To Hurricane Irma prose poem

Dear Irma I have great respect for you as well as all who preceded and who will follow you. I have refused to take any of you for granted even though I have never experienced your presence. Even though we

Poems containing references to : Hurricanes

A Nickname You’ll Like

A Nickname Youll Like prose poem

A smoking internet chat She finally signed something, “J” “oh J” I’ve been waiting for something to call you Lovely Oh J that captures the sense of anticipation I feel addressing you and I guess I don’t care right now


Mother nature short poem

Cows eat grain and grass, Goats, sheep, deer too Eat greens and grass. All creatures eat As per their nature! Alas! Only people are Who go against nature! Whoever violates nature Will have to suffer? Who follows her Will always

On Poetry

On Poetry prose poem

(1) Poetry is holding eternity by its front curl, each time it passes through a transitory flicker. It is seeing all winters in just a refraction of a water drop. It is your face blushing whenever a firefly flames its

The Wind Can Dance

The Wind Can Dance prose poem

I know it’s easier to catch a breeze or two, once we have been around the bend We should take the time to watch the leaves among the trees every now and then We should take a moment to smell

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Falling Bricks

Falling Bricks short poem

From the blank book can I lift some questions for the lofty hopes when I lost myself near the home? The fear was darting inside the white sores. Keys were lost for the answers and truth fell castrated. The magic

It’s Okay Lord

Its Okay Lord short poem

Through the money we witness barriers of dreams & hope Within the lust we see enjoyment & pleasure Connected to greed we ignore the lies & buried the truth With one’s back turned we see vulnerably Through their pain we

The Wise Man

The Wise Man short poem

The words of the wise are seldom spoke; Upon true wisdom a fool does choke… Stunned by the wise man’s words, they are confused, They try to turn the words around just to be misused. Yet, the word of wisdom

Encouragement For Fresh Legislators

Encouragement For Fresh Legislators long poem

I do like to listening to voters and then breathing legislator’s air listening to the staff array and consultants demonstrate due diligence for you carry the deptt. we have incurred at the man’s behest… lifting up our degradedness with pretend


Winter short poem

It’s winter– empty branches all around. Sick mountains beyond covered mists, their beauty not known… And, looking at winters pale half moon, Alone, I remember– my days past with you, those paired past of sixteenth, still drenched in sweet spring

The weight of a Shadow

The weight of a Shadow short poem

Laying in the Shadow. Discerning the light from far away. His agony now weighed infinitesimally lesser; The force of the massless photons Not pushing on him again. Masquerade, oh masquerade ! Never shedding off thy veil. The guise which destroyed Him. Never to


Thinning short poem

Undating the memories in final push to cauldron, I said: let the words burn to ashes, in terminal journey, of eternal flight. You turn a blind eye to sun’s venom. Moon, the blue baby in a casket rubbing the white


Breathe prose poem

Breathe. This is what our companion has instructed us to do. Yet how can we do this when she takes our breath away? She is dearer to us than the air in our lungs. Yet we must breath. Prayers spill

Fable Of Love

Fable Of Love short poem

Lets start from where we all know it best, Once upon a time…. Away from cruelty and crime, Lived a beautiful LOVE, Peaceful and contented as a dove. Clever and witty, With smiles so pretty. Naive and vulnerable the soul,

A Roaring Winter Morning

A Roaring Winter Morning short poem

Like a jumbo jet bearing down with a terrible personal gravity an intention to harm as in one of those unreasonable nightmares that treats you like a relative visiting as it wills tree tops thrash spotlight painting the blacktop lurching

Blood On My Roses

Blood On My Roses sonnet poems

Brambly winds has shaken the buds of your may And may be your coral is much more red And in the blue Mediterranean where she has lay The dreams of a crystalline streams by her bed Past her garden where


Musing short poem

I drift by through life letting not its stones hurt me I indulge myself in daydreams by wrapping myself in a cloud of soft memories. I take a book, a mug of coffee Sit in the rain listening to melodies

Beware of the dog

Beware of the dog short poem

Begging for love but the silence can’t reach us A dog watching from the side of the street Beware , beware of the dog it wants to eat your soul Don’t look him in the eyes or your heart will

Let Me..

Let Me.. short poem

You don’t have to love me, Just let me love you… Everything you are….and not….. I walked your path knowing that you walk another,yet it couldn’t stop me from loving you… As I slayed yet another demon,I came to realize

Brightest Star I See Tonight

Brightest Star I See Tonight long poem

Arcturus touches me pinpricks of a blood orange juice I walk naked in the night serenaded by frogs daring bats to tear mosquitos from my hair warmth of August stars ripple with atmosphere all those photons painting me the perverts


Peculiar short poem

Pretend to be civil, For unrest is familiar, Actions by the shrivel, Accompanied by the peculiar. Tell me lies, And truth will follow, Straighten the ties, That bind you so hollow. Swayed by blindness, In love or thereafter, Washed out


Returning short poem

You come home, sitting on my shoulders. I bid you farewell at door. Death tiptoes in dark before looking at the bare hands. A new concept of ending comes out from crozier. Uncoiling has stopped. In loincloth a truth unravels


Stark short poem

I take off my colour. Erase my eyes, shrug off my brows, polish my lips. I take off my angles. Inflate my jaw, de-buff my cheeks, puff out my nose I scrub off my face. Change my name, darken my

The Walk

The Walk short poem

I can say without a doubt that you did not simply follow others you made your own path though it was and is hard one of those untrodden trails where every rock twists your joints and leads nowhere but up

All I want is a purple sky

All I want is a purple sky short poem

As I feel the breeze on my face, my tired brow at ease, I think of all I’ve done so far, of all that doing needs. Of exhilaration I wish would last, of joy that could kill… Of the love


Xenophobia short poem

Each city is a hyperbole there is no homogeneity, it is not the sum of its parts or a royal being surround by courtiers, rather a convention, a name and usually not the name it began with a viral negotiation


People short poem

People fascinate me With their colourful qualities. People frighten me With their capacity for cruelty. People inspire me Indicating a world of beauty. People make me feel love. Some make me bow; For their know how. People enrich my life,


Message short poem

And that did it. Many voices in a mayhem lost the face of lightening. The starlight woke in rain untainted by dust of beds encased in wilful folds. The tremors will not stop the knocking of speech, after an intimate

Before It’s Too Late

Before Its Too Late short poem

Her name tells of how it was with her. The sadness and anxiety came with a blur. With little to love and a lot to think The harder she thought, the more she would drink. More pills and more booze


Bottle short poem

Like a bottle into a sea I toss thee into the infinite. The never ending roll of waves that make up a brave new brine. Like a bottle into a sea, I toss thee into a new roil. I toss

Bury Me In These Pajamas

Bury Me In These Pajamas long poem

Christmas eve is A time of family and tradition Or in my case Unopened PJ’s, anxiety attacks, and cops That’s all that I’ll ever think of anymore At the mention of it I’ll be brought to tears I was cleaning


Onfire short poem

A snowflake lands on barbed wire A world emotionless stretched by a liar A freedom of speech when it’s truth we desire A preacher can preach but I’m not for hire A ruling class made by slavery minimum wage provider


Famine short poem

Windless dry air blankets the horn of this continent A familiar stare from large ebony eyes embedded in one cherished frame From the scorched earth an anguished image peers out with born innocence Simple wishes glimmer from sunken optic caves

Was It Worth It : For The Men In The Glass Towers

Was It Worth It : For The Men In The Glass Towers short poem

(America, following a landmark agreement) Dear Mr. President, Was it worth it? Was it worth Selling your country’s freedom, The liberty it is so famous for, For a few extra bucks in your pocket? Was it worth Strangling the creative

It Is A Question Of Answers

It Is A Question Of Answers long poem

When my God sheds a tear… …a dew drop smiles on a hibiscus petal When my God cries… …a drizzle sprinkles on a canopy of green When my God weeps…. …a cloud bursts into a heart throb and pours as

Lilacs, For You Mom

Lilacs, For You Mom short poem

The smell of lilacs in the air Reminds me of you, mom And the way you took my palm And said you would never leave me…. Then on that frightful morning so many years ago When you were taken from

What He Is?

What He Is? short poem

For me he was not the first, But all I want from the beginning, That he be my first, My feelings are pure for him, But may I not remain pure for him, He is what I need and I

Tribute To The Messiah

Tribute To The Messiah long poem

Born as a fisherman swam in the ocean of poverty child labored to pay the school fees shown to the world Children have no religion practiced work as worship scaled Himalayas in academics rose step by step as scientist to


City long poem

As the tram runs on the rails, Weather bitten houses emerge telling tales, Revolutionaries’ urge for freedom, Idealism in poetry and fiction, Reminiscent of immortal singers, Dancers in their grace, Tears trickle down in claustrophobia; yearning for a home which

Anti-social Pessimist

Anti social Pessimist short poem

She wanders alone in the middle of the night surrounded by darkness and seeking for a light As the silence grows within her heart She sits alone and rips herself apart All she ever wanted was to be heard But