Best Thunderstorm Poems

'Attention please! Attention please!
Don't dare to talk! Don't dare to sneeze!
Don't doze or daydream! Stay awake!
Your health, your very life's a ...
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I speak not
As I feel
Speaking is not essential
Silence speaks for itself
...

In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins.
The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream,
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She wore a 'terra-cotta' dress,
And we stayed, because of the pelting storm,
Within the hansom's dry recess,
Though the horse had stopped; yea, motionless
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A moment the wild swallows like a flight
Of withered gust-caught leaves, serenely high,
Toss in the windrack up the muttering sky.
The leaves hang still. Above the weird twilight,
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Week after week it shrank and shrank
as the fierce drought fiend drank and drank,
till on the bone-dry bed revealed
the mud peeled;
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Nature smiles in Spring
Pulls at our heart string
as greenery's hued in greener tinge
Having had an everlasting effect
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backroad leafmold stonewall chipmunk
underbrush grapevine woodchuck shadblow

woodsmoke cowbarn honeysuckle woodpile
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Thy living Touch

Dive me deep into thy thought,
Day and night with dream and desire,
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He rode through the woods on a big blue ox,
He had fists as hard as choppin' blocks,
Five hundred pounds and nine feet tall...that's Paul.
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My horse had been lamed in the foot
In the rocks at the back of the run,
So I camped at the Murderer's Hut,
At the place where the murder was done.
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Still let my tyrants know, I am not doomed to wear
Year after year in gloom and desolate despair;
A messenger of Hope comes every night to me,
And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
...

From the west
Clouds come hurrying with the wind
Turning sharply
Here and there
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O traveler poet
Read your poem with the last autumn thunderstorm
to the sleepless long night
For no one will listen to the wound of poetry any more
...

(dedicated to Karin Anderson, a great poet at poemhunter)

क ् ल ै ब ् य ं म ा स ् म ग म
प ा र ् थ न ै त त ् त ् व य ् य ु प प द ् य त े
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The road had steepened and the sun sharpened on the high
ridges; the stream probably was dry,
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Something of heavens ever burns in it,
I like to watch its wondrous facets' growth.
It speaks with me in fate's non-seldom fits,
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When rivers run cold, it makes you wonder if they were ever warm
Why we ever went skinny-dipping, swam naked in a thunderstorm
When fires turn to ashes, it makes you wonder did they ever burn.
Why was the air sulphur every other silent nocturne?
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imagine angels.

imagine a bolt of lightning
out of the blue so blue
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My joys I share to you
This moment
I am giving it to you
My smiles my laugthers
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A smile from his face made me smile,
His laughter,
How he makes me laugh,
A thunderstorm can’t stop me from loving him,
...

A lonely heart sets the table but is she a Milly,
a Betty or a Mabel. Tea, coffee, cakes and ale
but outside there blows a gale. Sash cord windows
rattling like chains, thunder and lighting tormenting her
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Flowers bloom and then petals crumble!
Fire ignites and turns everything to ashes!
People laugh to end up crying!
Tree bears the burden of fruit and others enjoy
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In Mrs Tilscher's class
You could travel up the Blue Nile
with your finger, tracing the route
while Mrs Tilscher chanted the scenery.
"Tana. Ethiopia. Khartoum. Aswan."
That for an hour,
then a skittle of milk
and the chalky Pyramids rubbed into dust.
A window opened with a long pole.
The laugh of a bell swung by a running child.

This was better than home. Enthralling books.
The classroom glowed like a sweetshop.
Sugar paper. Coloured shapes. Brady and Hindley
faded, like the faint, uneasy smudge of a mistake.
Mrs Tilscher loved you. Some mornings, you found
she'd left a gold star by your name.
The scent of a pencil slowly, carefully, shaved.
A xylophone's nonsense heard from another form.

Over the Easter term the inky tadpoles changed
from commas into exclamation marks. Three frogs
hopped in the playground, freed by a dunce
followed by a line of kids, jumping and croaking
away from the lunch queue. A rough boy
told you how you were born. You kicked him, but stared
at your parents, appalled, when you got back
home

That feverish July, the air tasted of electricity.
A tangible alarm made you always untidy, hot,
fractious under the heavy, sexy sky. You asked her
how you were born and Mrs Tilscher smiled
then turned away. Reports were handed out.
You ran through the gates, impatient to be grown
the sky split open into a thunderstorm.
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When in front of you hangs the day with its
Smallest detail-fine or crude-
The intensely hot cracking squirrel-sounds
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Chill and mirk is the nightly blast,
Where Pindus' mountains rise,
And angry clouds are pouring fast
The vengeance of the skies.
...

After this the halt and summer
Parted company; and taking
Off his cap at night the thunder
Took a hundred blinding stills.
...

They called you Diablo -
Dank, dark and hissing -
Sherlock asked 'Watson'
What it was, that you were missing?
...

Give a piece of story
Where homeless tears live
I won't write a poem
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Unspeakable. The word that fills up the
poem, that the head
tries to excise.
At 6 a.m., the wet lion. Its sewn plush face
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From Martial
Now is windy and the waves are cresting over
Fall is soon to come to change the place entirely.
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The darkness bleeding like an open wound into the day,
Her heart bleeding relentlessly as she looks out across the bay
To the horizon, as the darkness takes hostage the light of the day,
Now her husband has departed in this lonely month of May,
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There dwelt a widow learned and devout,
Behind our hamlet on the eastern hill.
Three sons she had, who went to find the world.
They promised to return, but wandered still.
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(Being a Chant of the American Soap-Box and the Russian Revolution.)


O market square, O slattern place,
...

Like lone moon fighting with darkness
like solitary wind yellowing the trees
I wander whole spring searching your marks.
...

Here a riddle has drawn a strange nailmark. To sleep now!
I'll reread, understand with the light of the sun,
...

DEEP, fiery clouds o'ercast the sky,
Dead stillness reigns in air,
There is not e'en a breeze, on high
The gossamer to bear.
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a great experience last night
to see a fierce landscape
all the darkest clouds on top of each other
you've never seen so dark
...

Destinies are up in the air, daily now
Speeches with consequences prevail
Dragonflies now replace the lofty Monarchs
While warring word factions, still assail;
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In the dungeon crypts idly did I stray,
Reckless of the lives wasting there away;
'Draw the ponderous bars; open, Warder stern!'
He dare not say me nay–the hinges harshly turn.
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There was a storm and night
darkness and fright
Then light and awareness
as though inspired by human plight
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You Can Be The Heart Above Me
If You Let Me Be The Heart Beneath
I Want To Feel Your Passions Pounding
As My Own Fast, Heartbeats Reach …
...

Now when Jove had thus brought Hector and the Trojans to the
ships, he left them to their never-ending toil, and turned his keen
eyes away, looking elsewhither towards the horse-breeders of Thrace,
the Mysians, fighters at close quarters, the noble Hippemolgi, who
...

I took a walk earlier, to avoid the increasing heat and I expected sweat.
And I DID sweat and I'm STILL sweating as I sit at my wife's PC table.
AND it feels like lightweight insects are wandering across my bare skin,
perhaps some mosquitoes hoping the sweat will help each proboscis in.**
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Slow down.
Heart is racing like LSD.
Mind is hurting like a
black sunshine day when
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I want to wake up with the rain falling on a tin roof.
I want to wake up next to you lying softly by my shoulder.
Then, while listening to the soft metal’s gently ringing,
I would gently wake you with a shower of kisses
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We sat like strangers on a train platform,
waiting for our train to be announced.
Though I sat at your side, I didn't know
what you were thinking. You didn't know
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A thunderstorm burst over the earth,
So a devil rose from a heap of white bones.
The deluded monk was not beyond the light,
But the malignant demon must wreak havoc.
The Golden Monkey wrathfully swung his massive cudgel
And the jade-like firmament was cleared of dust.
Today, a miasmal mist once more rising,
We hail Sun Wu-kung, the wonder-worker.
...

Laying here in the bath just soaking
I saw that gleam in your eyes, they were smoking
Passion oozing from every pore
Slipping in with me once more
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Beautiful blue eyes full of life
Always a smile even when
there is a lot of pain
I don't know if anyone
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Your anger
Bursts like a thunderstorm,
And torrential rain,
And flashes like lightening.
...

On that pleasant spring morning,
when the birds are out and performing
and the sun's rays are warming
...

I imagined the atmosphere would be clear,
shot with pristine light,
not this sulphurous haze,
the air ionized as before a thunderstorm.
...

from "While Passing Through"/Summer

Thunderstorm approach—
red bud tree's hanging pods—
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Theres a dark cloud heading our way....
The roar of the thunder scares everyone away...
The flash of lightning makes everyone scream...
Theres a thunderstorm... that's what it seems..
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Of all the Knights in Appledore
The wisest was Sir Thomas Tom.
He multiplied as far as four,
And knew what nine was taken from
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Be silent! the ancestor arrives;

And his step dusks away again.

Shadows float up and down -

Birches hanging in the window.
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Forget me for ever if you can"
You are great poet but not a gentleman
He is loved one and you are dear
I shall not allow you to come near
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Four days of rain like bleary freight cars rumbling by
Green boughs dance in the grey of a thunderstorm sky

Sometimes I stand at the edge of a poem
...

There’s going to be a thunderstorm quite soon,
The air is still, the sky is growing darker,
Clouds tower above and menacingly loom.
I’m sitting in the summer house beneath
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[Ah, I have the crime, I have the crime --- an unfortunate farmer song] New Folk Songs
Fengwenchu --- Lin Sang for 1: 00 in the afternoon 2004.6.30

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Mirtoo Sea had been waving gently
The Blue Eagle had been flying over Tower Nomia
Wounded warriors had been drinking water from Glauke Fountain
Herodotus had been writing romantic poems on Meteora
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These green satin cups
usually the proud upholders of

your more than ample
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''Like the flow of waves or gush of wind,
The thunderstorm and flash of lightning.....''PG

By now all know
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The beautiful days were here again, as sunshine lit blue skies,
And I was happy with my work, which had seldom held surprise.

My job entailed overseeing, the raising of national monuments,
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Whirling from the west,
Madly running without rest,
Sharply, all vests abreast.
Windvanes runs out to the test,
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On the paper the first dot
It doesn’t know, cannot,
It really has no inkling,
What would become of your thought
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The clouds are black
The lightning striking

With the thunderstorm
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He ponders over so many things…
The world is sweating with despair,
And the town X – one of the towns
Meets the dawn with a great fear.
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I woke up in the morning
The rain was pouring
And my thoughts were flourishing
Filled with memories
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When monsoons from South West and North East
Deluge us for over half of every year
Why is it that only certain downpours
Stand out in memory etched
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XXXI

My daily bread is thy mercy, I aspire not for more
These old rags are enough for covering my nudity
...

Go
for a walk

in the wilds
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Everything is full of its own essence;
so full, it shines beyond itself
and makes its own space,
an inner space so great
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like a rope tight around the throat
leaves you gasping for more air
these dark secrets are choking,
tormenting me with such despair.
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Flower blossoms and then petals fall apart!
Fire ignites and turns everything to ashes!
People laugh to ultimately cry!
They bear the burden to live this life!
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Like lone moon fighting with darkness
like solitary wind yellowing the trees
I wander whole spring searching your marks.
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Please, keep on reading this poem,
you will find the answer in the end,
sure! I thank you so much for reading,
the narrator: Sylvia Frances Chan.
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Like lone moon fighting with darkness
like solitary wind yellowing the trees
I wander whole spring searching your marks.
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It's thunderstorm country around here.
They roam the boiling, hot, southern skies
on legs of lightning, like dark, angry trolls.
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The wind is ticklish as long as it is a breeze
The clouds are fluffy before the rains weigh them down
The soft rain drenches the soul before turning to a thunderstorm
The blooms are tender before the sun dries them out
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Hope and
Hold the dream
Or you will die fast
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While we walked home from the movies, one moonlit starry night,
My friends and I talked and laughed, enjoying summer's delights.

The streets were quite silent, as trees swayed in warm breezes,
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The thunder would roar, and the lightening would strike,
As I hid under blankets on those long sultry nights.
The rain would come down, like all cats and dogs,
Turning our backyard into Finnegans bog.
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Rain rain - do come again
Cause you offer much to gain
Rain rain - you sprinkle showers
You bring happiness to the flowers
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Rain, rain, rain
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It rained all night
Slow drizzle like sweet dreams streaming in droopy eyes
Till a thunderstorm bursts with lightning like a bad dream
Eyes open with a shock, traumatized sleepy mind tries to peek in darkness
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I give thanks for the rising sun that smile on our earth with radiant light

I give thanks for love which fire ignite pleasant flames that illuminates darkened hearts and twirls tolerance in men's lives
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from 'While Passing Through'/Summer

Thunderstorm rain! hail! —
most of its blessing running
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Final Call for Me
********

From far away land do I hear the call,
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Moving west ward from plains to mountains
Ariel view from airplane's window changes
Ether holds a majestic cumulonimbus above
And a spread of puffed cloud sheet below
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A long walk behind bullocks
To plough the paddy field
And make ready the field
For comfortable seedling planting.
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The clouds were crying
on the windowpanes;
the sky was whirling
with feathers grey and dark:
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I had felt love taking control of my heart body and soul
Making me feel like I was walking on air without worries
Without cares.
Then it changed and it felt like a thunderstorm racing thru my heart
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The leaves on a willow tree sweep the sand on sugar beach,
like the sugar high I get before our bodies intertwine.
I remember the heat, the way empty lounge chairs under pink umbrellas told stories of mid-day, mid-week melodies.
News reports call for a thunderstorm by Friday twilight,
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I think about you often
and wonder what you see,
thoughts tucked deeply hidden
remain a mystery.
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There Is One Drop Of Liquid So Heavy
It Bears Down Crystal Clear
But It Carries The Weight Of Every
Color and Cause Of Fear
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