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

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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Journey of Life

Journey of Life short poem

Journey of life, highs and lows Treading on with smiles or woes Love, laughter, scares and screams All in tow we pursue dreams Disillusioned, hope we seek Keep faith, when prospects seem bleak Often life seems a battle without a

Coffee

Coffee prose poem

Coffee// By: Fareed Ghanem **** Here I am, just a handful of water taken from the last raining season. Since the last Bedouin had poured me into his pot, which had been dyed by sand and smoke, and laid over

Smells Murder

Smells Murder short poem

a savage desire to severe off one’s neck, the song will get a name in troubled mind, to remove the stain on tongue of black spider, you will think again to commit your sleep for that beautiful death: guess what

What We All Are

What We All Are short poem

Particles that predict sufficiently compose respectively where fraction is reduced to identify and multiply division in a difference of separation. Maya my beautiful I reflect your effect and in direct your direction. I offer myself your protection. Translate my translucent

Dad

Dad short poem

She is a curse A blemish on life A deep dark secret Lurks in her sad eyes She craves his forgiveness Wants to make amends Because her birthday Brought his life to an end Daddy, please forgive me I don’t

One

One short poem

This servitude eternal, Bound by duty and faith, I find hope fading, Devoured by these, Ordeals. These trials, Harbingers of all That is ordained, Also conduct terrible fate. Dread comes, For this bounding main Of darkness, Lies absolute. Imploring for

Maple Leaf

Maple Leaf prose poem

For everything, there is a season, it has been foretold. When I was young and green, securely clinging to the branches of my family Sugar Maple tree, I thought it was the best I would ever be. But here, now,

You Torn My Love Into Shreds

You Torn My Love Into Shreds short poem

How delicate is the heart of a man It throbs gently at every beat yet it bears the burden of the man From the things he loves best and the things he loathes so dreadful Of the things he loves

It Is So

It Is So short poem

IT IS SO It is very tough to speak the truth in normal situation but it is equally tough not to speak the truth when drunk It is easy to get attracted towards a beauty but it is more then

Hands Of The Saints

Hands Of The Saints short poem

Southern skies kissed with blue sapphire the backdrop, framing the moment Golden sun the yellow diamond set in blue Gentle my friend, gently at peace upon the sand of white when the moment washes over the soul, slowly, gently Lapping

Haunting Wilderness Echos

Haunting Wilderness Echos short poem

High in the Cascade Mountain Range in a pristine alpine sanctuary; Early in the morning in wilderness tranquility,from the northern shoreline of a placid pond. Serene echoes of a loon’s lonesome yodel eloquently float out over the alpine flora and

Tears

Tears long poem

Water with an immense depth… In eyes which haven’t slept… Adds to the beauty of a joy…. When trickles down substituting a smile Wonderful is a rejoice….. Carries in it precious pearls…. Mixed emotions in it always swirl… intensity can

November 22, 1963

November 22, 1963 short poem

My mother had just put me down for a nap And was folding clean diapers on her lap When Cronkite broke in on her show And announced for everyone to know That JFK had been shot in Dallas He didn’t

Sancta Sedes ~ Sestina

Sancta Sedes ~ Sestina long poem

Her severed head she carries, from the Sant’ Angelo Bridge, surrounded features bring her near, so small in comparison, drawn to the Tempietto, she’s associated with this reminder overheard, from my conversation with Paul from the ceiling, conveyance from scripture,

Prisoner Of Words

Prisoner Of Words short poem

The words flow by In the endless talks In the welcoming and Ascending dusk Knocking on the Emotions binding With the words Can it connect the hearts? Stirring questions For the being Of these words Flying to and fro Did

Uneven Path

Uneven Path short poem

It was a summer night. A windswept moonbeam plummeted. Sexualizing an indigo flesh. A butcher was seducing a spider, in company of a holy book. Sunbathing in mass grave of skulls. The eyes peeking out of the caps. You want

Traffic Terrfic

Traffic Terrfic short poem

I leave the house in a hurry Hope will be in time to avoid Boss’ fury I shudder to hear “Late again ? you dirty Start the Car in a jiffy Cover little distance freely Apply brake suddenly Traffic has

Desert

Desert short poem

I am a desert, I am filled with sands of time, The scorching sun kisses my bare bososm, The rains betray me, I cannot hold greenery in my arms. I am d desert, I am barren. As night descends, I

Curbing

Curbing short poem

It was a lingering goodbye for anchor moon after a religious embrace. I bid farewell in the chilling night for a song of separation. Where the beginning ends into a house of distillation. Blasphemy, where did you find the anatomy

What’s The Point.

Whats The Point. prose poem

Why do we exist? What’s the point really? Are we here to have fun? Are we here to accomplish something? Are we here to hurt? We are dropped off on one end of a conveyor belt then chug along as

Blue bike

Blue bike short poem

Blue bike(Northern dialectably) A bicycle that’s new was blue and swankity it had 52 spokes all chromed and silver fancery That bike was mine I rode up hills to see the countery and down dales to go fast and rode

Sucking Blatantly

Sucking Blatantly short poem

This was the pain through the window in humility. Cannot catch a break in rambling rose, carrying the dead crown of a tryant. The blindness makes a presence. People are bidding farewell to the bloody son. I want to come

Breathe

Breathe short poem

We take so much for granted from this world on which we play, the breath inside our lungs drawn in from a cold and windy day. Draining the life from a world already so drawn and stretched to it’s limits,

Can’t Wait No More

Cant Wait No More short poem

There came a day when time stood still I had no clue why my loneliness grew was searching for that void to fill when I stumbled upon a picture of you A virtual meet and greet we shared Mysterious you,

Leave Me

Leave Me short poem

Leave me… to bask in the drenching moods of life’s diverse grandeur. Leave me… to gaze at the ball of fire which sets innocent faces of the clouds aflame each morning. Leave me… to embrace the steel blue eyelid of

I Love You

I Love You long poem

I love you. Words whispered into my ears and screamed in passion, I love you! You lied. And I guess I did too. Because like all tragic love stories, we were young and we were dumb and neither one of

In The Name Of A Name

In The Name Of A Name short poem

Behold, If no name on earth, How could I exist? I would have been like a bunch of cotton Floating in the air, A cluster of ideas unidentified, A solitary being born and withered, Which matters not to the world

Lost

Lost ballad

Where is my feeling of anticipation Where is my gentle voice of persuasion Where is my rock and my foundation Where is the ease of my frustration Where are your thoughts and your reflection Where is your support and your

The Perfect Stranger

The Perfect Stranger short poem

Just yesterday a stranger walked by “Hello,” he echoed to me And all I did was simply smile A few more lines he did say I did not mind, for a stranger he was. He came close and said to

The Jealous Of A Water’s Love

The Jealous Of A Water’s Love prose poem

So colorless and filled with multiple colors So weak and venerable; but powerful and strong Harmless and friendly; yet dangerous in adversity It comes in drops but falls in torrent It rolls in drips; yet like an avalanche it rushes

Children On The Beach

Children On The Beach short poem

Hey children ! How happy you are Playing on the beach In pure merriment Leaving aside all past regrets And worries of tomorrows to come Artfully you build these castles in sand With utmost skill and care Decorating them with

Teacher

Teacher short poem

I might not have millions in my bank account. I might not be a person to grace page three of newspapers. I am not a fashion diva nor am I scaling mountains. Then who am I? I am a teacher

She Sells Sea Shells, Not Her

She Sells Sea Shells, Not Her short poem

Clad, tucking pallu She covers her frame Under sun, in rain Beating the mundane She rose above her man When he cheated on her Earning bread, raising kids With spirits, undeterred Covers her dignity Albeit, a menial job A smile

Dirty Mirrors

Dirty Mirrors short poem

Life may mean anything to you, but I refuse, to become a utility. Come, let us face the death of time. We were whisked away, had taken a wrong turn, and when battle lines were drawn, the guns were not