Summer Storms

Summer Storms

A Poem by eaglepoet
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Inspired by summer storms. We've had a few mixed in with hotter days. The nighttime one can be beautiful.

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like hands clapping together,
booming meets blackish-gray skies. 
white and silver streaks implode in 
vaults of obscurity. raindrops are melodies,
housetops, and asphalt instruments they play.
there's a blueness that appears as clouds roll by.
a seriousness is captured in storm winds blowing 
through trees. branches bending, dancing, in the night,
sometimes rubbing against one another, and slapping 
windowpanes. 

© 2016 eaglepoet


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I don't think I could find a better description for storms. The imagery is sensational and it plays on the senses, leaving us in the midst of the storm. Love it.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Your imagery is captured so very well in this piece.
I do love storms, very much.
Well written.

Posted 8 Years Ago


descriptive creative writing. I like your poem ..very nice.
from maria at the best group to get reviews:)

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

maria  ( rose)

8 Years Ago

that is wonderful ! everyone is different, that is what makes us all Unique individuals . I usually .. read more
eaglepoet

8 Years Ago

Totally. Listening to great music also inspires me.
maria  ( rose)

8 Years Ago

thumbs up!!!! You and me both .
I enjoy watching storms as long as they don't hurt anyone. The lightning shows I saw last week with bolts and flashes of bright light emanating inside huge cloud masses were stunning. This poem captures that essence for me.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on August 17, 2016
Last Updated on August 20, 2016
Tags: Nature, Summer, Storm

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I started writing poetry when I was thirteen. That was in 2005. Since then, it has been eleven years, and I've enjoyed each of them. Free verse, rhyme, different forms. Wherever my muse leads me. .. more..

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