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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Epiphany

Epiphany short poem

why do we “fall in love” ? why can’t we land in love ? maybe because falling in love means you’ve stepped into a gaping abyss , and no matter how much you try to stop the the fall ,

I believe in you

I believe in you long poem

I believe the ‘wee of a day’ Is the early morning when The babes are still sleeping The cocks have not yet crowed Hounds are just coming from the hunt Owls have not yet started dreaming. I believe the ‘wee

Kingdom

Kingdom prose poem

It is, first and last, my small kingdom. It has a ceiling closing off on me the gates of sun, stars and curses; it has walls ornamented by my dreams, and a mirror which sleeps whenever darkness passes by. At

Emotion Market

Emotion Market short poem

This market is full of gimmickries, They can attract you till you feel your heartbeats, You can splurge whole your heart out, Like cash, card, love, greed, Your sentiments too, In whatever shapes and forms, But, your hunger is never

Restored At The Last Breathe

Restored At The Last Breathe long poem

In the ancient lives of the comrades who speak and heroes and sheroes who sleep, Sailed in the dim hopes of them who stood stubborn to believe did I, They lay captive at the merciless grip of the local oppressor

I know love

I know love short poem

Take me out and cut me into tiny pieces and let them be strewn all over the place, ’cause I feel torn.. Take out my heart and carve in it the choicest of blasphemy, ’cause I don’t know peace.. Shear

I Will Always Love You

I Will Always Love You long poem

I will always love you You are the one who gave me the chance and the encouragement to be who I am today And in spite my brief shortcomings they are only because I love you and care about you

Carnal Indecency

Carnal Indecency sonnet poems

If you weren’t a lie I’d eat you whole, Maybe wisen up to the days you stole, But your consciousness is dripping south, So sit up straight and spit the fiction from your mouth, You’re so effortless to behold and

I Love…

I Love... short poem

I love… Paris in the summer, Bombay in the rains Cotton candy clouds, trees drooping over river bends Rickety trains, Topsy-turvey roller coasters Mountain mists, seeing the ocean meet the sky Rainbows (even without the pot of gold), loud thunder

Advancing

Advancing short poem

Beckon me through the maze Lighting my footsteps as I tread Quiet my heart to follow with no fear of what’s ahead Still my mind to sense the way Let my trust outlive this day May no harm or hurt

Beauty Of Darkness

Beauty Of Darkness prose poem

The Night seems to be so ‘Haunted’. He scares us with his ‘Beauty’ and makes us so comfort with his ‘Darkness’. He is someone who doesn’t talk but listens to everything. When Night is awake every life is dead. But

Jump Suit

Jump Suit long poem

Might the legends be true? Or merely an imagined ado? Could it be more than a myth? Might it actually exist? Encased in glass, Perfectly preserved From decades past, Rarely observed. Black as the night, Lined with gray, Quantum technology

Your Choice

Your Choice short poem

It was my ambition to be a poet My conscious mind demanded of me To write more and more But the unconscious mind warned Not to listen to the conscious mind The conflict between them I kept aside To me,

Rosa Rugusa

Rosa Rugusa prose poem

I departed gently, like a soft breeze that enters a window and cools off a room with a very soft entry; I entered a path of ancient rough stone, all covered with bush and trees overgrown. My goal was to

Night

Night long poem

When I lay my head down to sleep, I can feel your loneliness calling me; can you feel my pain calling to you? The emotional mess of what I’ve become, seemingly unaware drifting along in your own world of perfect

Recorded Message

Recorded Message short poem

Robots on the line, With their tedious whine. Options galore, Just hit buttons one to four. What happened to the good old days, When real people used to say, Hello and how can I help you, And what was that

The Beggar’s Bowl

The Beggars Bowl short poem

From dawn to dusk The great beggar used to move from door to door, He was tireless in his motion, People poured plenty of corns into his big bowl And offered their spontaneous love and affection, The journey never seemed

Not So Tasty, But Green

Not So Tasty, But Green short poem

Crock-sockers, We ate ’em all Serve no good, Other than to chew the fat, To bake away the day Motivations like that should be cancelled, As most are being paid for productivity, Not only to wear khakis and a crooked

Not Much Of Nothing (if Anything)

Not Much Of Nothing (if Anything) short poem

Well and these days are sad days Not Much of Nothing If Anything To brag about I must say…well the Candles still burn bright, I still live By the moonlight and you, you are Still the love of my life

Solitude

Solitude short poem

The colors of the desert sand Transformed from the heat of the sun And just a few species of trees That gently sways in silent breeze Surviving from the harsh climate Of this barren and arid land I have learned

Jaywalker

Jaywalker short poem

Circles abound Clouds unbroken in high sky Sun pounds down Patterns quilted to my eyes Legs quaking Muscle sinews shaking Metal missiles passing Broken glass refracting The bloody image drowns my mind My foot gone numb steps the edge and

Fantasy Love

Fantasy Love short poem

There was a boy.. and.. there was a girl… The boy was a Panther chasing wild dreams… The girl was a deer, dreaming mild love… He was roaring on a bright day in the mountains of cloudy world… She was

Waiting

Waiting short poem

Under the gaze of bald beliefs a warped dialect becomes a squeezer. Helplessly I watch the slashing of my wrists. Darkness burns, without light only intense heat. The expected miracle digs in around, in trenches of my knees. I become

Will You Be My Valentine?

Will You Be My Valentine? short poem

A tremble on my lips before I speak A hesitation in my heart making it so weak A fearful thought whether it’d be fine If I say, ‘will you be my valentine?’ A certain spark in your big beautiful eyes

Summit

Summit short poem

The heart beats faster lungs are out of breath and I climb atop the summit not stopping once.. People have become memories and memories don’t haunt anymore my body breaks into sweat and it is very cold here.. The wind

Nameless Dot on a Perilous Quest

Nameless Dot on a Perilous Quest short poem

Will it rain tonight? And clean the gaping blisters? Wash away the dirt and slimy froths? Soften the scales and scabies? And will it make me pure again? Ah, let it rain tonight. Bro said, with icy looks, “Damn you,

The Widow

The Widow prose poem

Dawn did arrive and brought soft light across a sand-filled shore, but no one knew the sadness that the widow there did bore. The young new widow with bare feet and loneliness at heart, walked slowly down the sandy beach

Nature’s Masterpiece: The Child

Natures Masterpiece: The Child long poem

The Child… Nature’s complex and fascinating bundle of joy…. begins his exploratory itinerary of Life in the big world, outside the shelter … of his mother’s arms… recording the inexhaustible personality of Nature around him!! Looking around …he sees Nature,

Reservation

Reservation short poem

Power reserves forest land, wild aboriginals lose teeth and claws people enjoy them on magic carpet. Dams Reserve water, like lachrymal gland of eye woes overflow as tears. Reserved category once lived in gigantic palaces, now museums preserve grand air.

Stoning

Stoning short poem

A weeping willow was telling a trove of memories, for an ancient provenance where the lake sleeps. Why the sheen of water brings out ephemerality of ‘if’. You want to take a holy dip, never to come up again in

Adieu 2016

Adieu 2016 short poem

One more fateful year Is on its way to becoming history Giving way to another train of events Brought by the ever- moving wheel of Time . Nice has it been to live and enjoy Through most of the days

Decision. Conform. Disappear.

Decision. Conform. Disappear. short poem

When you have been for long hanging into a strange nothingness, you begin to feel your floating hinges creak. Decide, decide, decide. Because everyone knows what they want from their lives (it’s believed). But creaking hinges are good I say,

People

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,

Death Of A Godman

Death Of A Godman short poem

I have agreed to cede an unwritten moon in a killing frenzy, for a chequered spirituality. Now visitation will start ravishing the light at dawn. The grievers will assemble for a final scoop of dust. Forgive my star, for a

Death Is Life

Death Is Life short poem

I seek the Black night. To be born and have eternal life. To open a window of heaven and walk around the stars. To look into his eyes, see his beauty, feel his heart. Only death can bring joy to