At The Front Of Two Storms
29 March, 2007
Author: Miztrebor
The storm rolls be over the heads
Of two strangers in a field.
The tall grasses have turned white,
As an electric fire engulfs the two.
Though the grass is white, the sky is black
And the air turns a strange grey.
The winds begin to howl,
The skies begin to cry,
Pouring out tears for hours.
As the two souls look on
A pressure is built up inside.
With tempers flaring up and
An appetite building,
A storm occurs on the ground.
Passion to release
Moans and thunder
Synchronicity and art
Compassionate pleasure.
Release
The storms both end
With a majestic clearing of the skies
Clouds part to reveal the moon
But still rains drip onto their faces.
Slight stings are felt as each drop
Drips like a falling star.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| barb (67.58.206.225) -- Friday, March 30 2007, 08:19 pm In this the comparrison of storm and relationship is wonderful.great use of word description. |
| maryanne (24.191.56.160) -- Sunday, April 8 2007, 01:53 am LOVE IT!!!!! ..... this is prolly the 6th poem of urs i read and im loving ur writing even more as i keep reading ..... so talented!!! |
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