The Wind howls,
His bellowing shriek pierces the Night air
The Thunder cracks,
Night owls listen to the deep, resonant lullaby
The Lightning flashes,
A tear in the sky lights up the darkest of places
The rain descends,
Refreshing drizzles cleanse our home planet
The clouds gather,
Dark, immense cotton-balls all combine forces
The people hide,
I walk outside as the terrors of the beautifully, dangerous storm beams in my adrenaline-hungry eyes
Storms are perfect writing weather so I can relate right off the bat!
I like the secondary lines that you wrote in this poem (His bellowing shriek pierces the Night air). Those are fantastically written and stimulate my imagination.
The primary lines don't really do much for me. I think you could make this poem have even more flare if you spiced up lines like "The Wind howls" or "The Thunder cracks" in a more descriptive fashion, similar to your secondary lines.
Honestly, your secondary lines are so well written that they could actually stand on their own as a poem:
"Storm"
"His bellowing shriek pierces the Night air
Night owls listen to the deep, resonant lullaby
A tear in the sky lights up the darkest of places
Refreshing drizzles cleanse our home planet
Dark, immense cotton-balls all combine forces
I walk outside as the terrors of the beautifully, dangerous storm beams in my adrenaline-hungry eyes"
I love that last line especially, the phrase "adrenaline-hungry eyes" invoke that feeling of walking outside during a storm and taking in the chaos.
I love his poem, it shows how beautiful some people see a storm yet how many look at them with disdain. This could also be a metaphor to the inner turmoiles in your life. An amazing and beautiful job as always, my friend. I can't wait to read more! You have gained another one hundred from me.
Storms and gusts of wind can knock you off your feet, but if you stretch out your arms, flight will over take it and clash melodiously with you. This was beautiful
Wow your writing is so amazing! I hope that one day I will be able to write like this. I could see the storm as I read it! So cool. I would love to read more!
Posted 7 Years Ago
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7 Years Ago
Thank you ❤
7 Years Ago
I am serious, it will be my goal to one dy be able to write a poem like this.
Storms are perfect writing weather so I can relate right off the bat!
I like the secondary lines that you wrote in this poem (His bellowing shriek pierces the Night air). Those are fantastically written and stimulate my imagination.
The primary lines don't really do much for me. I think you could make this poem have even more flare if you spiced up lines like "The Wind howls" or "The Thunder cracks" in a more descriptive fashion, similar to your secondary lines.
Honestly, your secondary lines are so well written that they could actually stand on their own as a poem:
"Storm"
"His bellowing shriek pierces the Night air
Night owls listen to the deep, resonant lullaby
A tear in the sky lights up the darkest of places
Refreshing drizzles cleanse our home planet
Dark, immense cotton-balls all combine forces
I walk outside as the terrors of the beautifully, dangerous storm beams in my adrenaline-hungry eyes"
I love that last line especially, the phrase "adrenaline-hungry eyes" invoke that feeling of walking outside during a storm and taking in the chaos.
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