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Poem Details | by Katherine Stella |
Categories: character, child, childhood, children, dog, fantasy, film, children, giggle, happiness, humorous, imagination, nature, nostalgia, remember, smile, storm, uplifting, visionary, weather,

There's No Place Like Home

Once was a gal who felt so alone
Tornato came up rooted farms home
Landed on wicked  witch
Munchkins came out of ditch
Gave dog lollypops instead of bone

Poem Details | by Brittany Reynolds |
Categories: funny, natural disasters, nature, on work and working,

Stereotype Enforced By a Storm

While I appreciate the vacation
it would have been better if it were paid.
Funds lessened by nature’s aggravation,
lends credence to the starved artist charade.

Poem Details | by Martin Kloess |
Categories: car, daughter, father, funny, humor, student,

People Help Survivors After Storm Drives Through a Town

The people who were still alive
Helped other survivors revive
All this didn’t bother
An excellent father
Who just taught his daughter to drive

Poem Details | by Edward Ebbs |
Categories: humor, life, nature, storm,

Nature's Storm

an inward battle
anxiety leads to stress
then acid reflux

Edward J. Ebbs - February 9, 2016

Poem Details | by Bartholomew Williams |
Categories: environment, funny, imagination, leadership, power, storm, success,

An Eyebrow-Raising Key To Electricity

Benjamin Franklin, to prove lightning held electricity,
Flew a kite in a storm; attached to the kite cord was a key.
Though some thought this dangerous experiment was a bit odd,
Franklin sparked more inquiries and invented the lightning rod!


Poem Details | by Dan Keir |
Categories: adventure, freedom, history, holiday, home, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, journey, life, love, metaphor, natural disasters, nature, nostalgia, passion, philosophy, recovery from..., space, stress, travel,

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part V

The English weather:
Rainclouds follow us from home
There is no escape.

Poem Details | by Thomas Martin |
Categories: cat, cool, funny, river, storm,

After the Shower

after the shower
two siamese cross the stream
playing in the water

Poem Details | by Julian Bohan |
Categories: betrayal, bible, character, conflict, easter, faith, farewell, giggle, history, paradise, people, power, psychological, religious, sorry, storm, travel, tribute, trust, women,

Theo-Oligarchic Happenings In Slovenia


Taking sides in discussions holily
About whether Uran used his willy
Means you're trapped in their game -
Either side is the same:
**** distracts, cash departs, crowd stays silly.


The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand interprets important Slovenian affairs for the non-Slovene speaking world.

Poem Details | by Christopher Bunton |
Categories: funny, nature,

The Storm

A Storm rolled across the field,

Flashing lightning and thunder pealed.

The rain came crashing down,

and I almost nearly drown,

cause the top of my tent was not sealed.

Poem Details | by Thomas Martin |
Categories: funny, love, lust, storm,

Summer Storm

summer storm
on the sofa
her bra 

Published:  Frogpond, Jounal of Haiku Society of America

Poem Details | by Emma Mantle |
Categories: funny

My Little Ice Storm

Cold hands, warm heart
or so the saying goes.
But I've been told that through my veins
a river of ice only flows!

With the coldest of looks that could freeze you
at fifty yards and more
I'm told I have a heart of stone
that's chilled right to its core!

But this little ice show
does mask a fire that brews
one that threatens to slowly burn
then explode just like a fuse

So be grateful for my ice storm
a thaw can set in quick
but be careful where you start a flame
it might just be my wick!!

Poem Details | by Rebecca Beirne |
Categories: funny, imagination, nature,

The Storm

When the storm hit our town of Old Soling
It brought with it thunder a rolling.
My son said don’t fear,
As the angels are near
Because once again God must be bowling

Poem Details | by Julie Grenness |
Categories: adventure, car, funny, happy, storm, weather,

Parable In An Ode


My muse guides me to compose,
A Parable in an Ode.....
Once was driving on sodden roads,
Automobile went into overload,
Smoke emissions from transmission,
To car jam  I did not give permission,
Dialled Roadside assist on my mobile phone,
Ages passed, standing by side of road,
Then along drove  helpful mechanic guy,
Fixed my wheels, waved goodbye.
I drove again, wheels were turning,
Economising forever I am spurning,
Thought of this parable in an Ode,
"Always pay annual fee for assistance on the Road!!!"

Poem Details | by Brian Cecil |
Categories: child, funny, mother son, storm,

The Storm

The Storm

It is late at night and in my room,
Darkness prevails as a kind of gloom.

Whispers the sentinel of events to be.
A flash of lightning, outside I see.

The quiet is broken by Hell sent thunder.
I leap from my bed and there hide under.

On pane of glass, the droplets smash.
Like hammer on nail, it seems to bash.

Out in the vortex of wind and rain.
The calm is lost, for Chaos, a gain.

With eyes closed tight, I call out my cry.
“What have I done, that I must die?!”

The answer I receive in a voice so deep.
“Damn it Chris, Go back to sleep!”

Now reassured, for mom was near,
I knew now this storm was nothing to fear.

Poem Details | by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: baby, baseball, car, earth, endurance, for him, funny, identity, light, lust, night, storm, words,


Would you make my phone ring?

Would desire retake the wild that perspires as the legend is written yet the time goes unnaffected?

Babe the world gets no smaller,
I am the right caller, 

no-one could say a thing 
like the lights growing in stalling words, 

we will gather for our area's that we expedite, 

and will mighty-kite none-for-less when our strife scars at the right heights, tights, and whites, even fights! 

We will always resign because more and more is what's needed, 
every time!

Poem Details | by Virginia Mitchell |
Categories: funny

Approaching Storm

Thunder rumbles,
sounding nearer.
A small window frames
an angry, cloudy sky.
The room grows darker,
except for one corner,
holding un-earthly glows.
He fumbles with the remote,
as he loosens a loud belch.
The wife arrives,
carrying a permanent frown.

Poem Details | by Preston Hill |
Categories: funny, nature,

Departing Storm

Departing storm you've wreaked your wrath

As such I've seldom seen

The power of your winds and rain 

Ripped through county Racine

With straight line winds, tornado too

And lightning bright as day

The savage fury of your approach

Cause trees to bend and sway

And at the peaking of your pass

My kitty was not found

For under bed he hid away

'Til your ferocity calmed down

And as I see you slip away 

into the dark of night

I breathe a sigh of great relief

But know you're not contrite

Goodbye to you, departing storm

To your thunder and lightning complicity

I'd watch the radar to see you leave

But you left me without electricity

Poem Details | by Orma Sullivan |
Categories: funny, storm,

Die Forelle. . .With Apologies

When we focus on the creative muse,
The stuff of others
Becomes a distant rumble--
A passing storm,
A babbling brook,
The trout that leaps from Schubert's song.

Song brook storm rumble others muse.
Schubert's babbling passing distant 
                                          of creative.
From A A a stuff my.
Leaps brook storm becomes the on.
That babbling passing rumble others focus.
Trout A A distant of I.
The brook storm a stuff when.

Well, some like it hot.

Poem Details | by Patricia Sawyer |
Categories: adventure, fantasy, funny, imagination, life, satire

Summer Storm

white cane thump; thumping
he tries to outrun the rain~
I roll up my hose

Poem Details | by S. Abdulwasi'h Olaitan |
Categories: 1st grade, africa, allah, arabic, forgiveness, funny love, storm,

Broken Wings


I spread my wings
And feather
But I couldn't fly.

I open my ears
And heart
Yet I couldn't hear.

I open my mouth
And lips
But I couldn't talk.

I close my eyes
Alongside thine sunglasses
Yet I see.

I see my past 
And fears
I take to the wood.

My obstacles,
Experiences I espy
I take my leave and the halt.

I'm eager to fly
Yet, my wings are broken.

Poem Details | by Harold Hunt Sr |
Categories: funny, storm,

Thunder and Lighting

The thunder and lighting.
When I was little I hear a boom and the lights went out.
As we was in the dark my parents sat us about.
We ask what that noise was and why did the lights go out.
My mom, said that was thunder and lighting.
We wondered what caused it.
She said with a smile.
Those are little men in the sky and they are bowling.
That is the thunder you hear. 
The lighting comes from the men getting a strike.
Which causes the sky to light up.
I looked at my mom and said with a smile 
I want them on my bowling team.

Poem Details | by Brittany Reynolds |
Categories: funny, natural disasters, nature,

Slightly Incoherent Storm Musings

Let’s see how long the electricity stays.
The lights have flickered
But the wind still blows
and I expect twice to happen tonight.

Nature inspires verse with a touch of fright
that’s joy to compose.
Thrill and Risk bickered
with Sense over loyalty of my ways.

Poem Details | by Chicano Eddie |
Categories: creation, funny, heart, hero, parody, roses are red, storm,

The Fighting Act Is the Final Act

"the fighting act is the final act"

Buzz Lightyear under the elephant.
the bear on an air mattress.
Gould locked in a rectangular box.
the young man behind the old man.

what they try to kill.

those addicted to the crowd will
die in the crowd.
those addicted to the dollar will
accuse many of stealing.

keep typing.

time will pass and those
that hide behind their addiction
to attention, will fade into a box
full of Robin drops.

rising to the top is a choice.

love the question and it’s life
giving purpose.

I’ll never be in Wrigley field
but I can live dying in L.A.

By: Chicano Eddie

Poem Details | by Jd Maxwell |
Categories: anxiety, fire, humorous, introspection, metaphor, storm, summer,

No Relief In August

If you think July is bad,
Perhaps you have forgot.
There’s no relief in August.
It’s really just as hot.

Even if you like the heat,
There’s just no celebration.
Unless you care to celebrate,
That most are on vacation.

There’s no relief in August.
You’d think you’re close to fall.
But as you bake the days away,
It’s not that close at all.

Hot does not mean always dry.
Sometimes we’ll get a storm.
But afterwards, the humid air,
Will cause the gnats to swarm.

Counting down the sweltered days,
And hours that we log.
There’s no relief in August.
Those summer days of dog.

Poem Details | by Gail Manwell |
Categories: funny, humor, life, poetry, silly, storm, weather,

Weather They'Re Right Or Not

A storm blew over, brightening
the town with fast, white, lightening. 
Their weatherman was wrong
the “clear skies” were gone.
All in all, it was quite frightening.