THE STORM

i wrote it when that tropical storm hit

SULKING TREES ABOVE THE GRAVE

          WHERE THE RAIN AND NETTLES GROW

                 THE BRANCHES REACH TOWARDS A NAVE

                       THEY WHISPER THEIR WISDOM

                            THROUGH THE GRASS AND LEAVES

                                  THE SKY ROARS

                                       THUNDER ERUPTS

                                            COMMANDING ENTRANCE OF YOUR DOOR

                                                  YOU STAY AWAKE AND RESIST

                                                        THE THUNDER GROWS EVEN MORE

                                                             YOU ASK IT HOW CAN IT EXIST

                                                                   IF ALL IT DOES IS MOAN AND DESTROY

                                                                      THE WINDS MOVE HIGH AND CUTS

                                                                           THROUGH THE GLOOMY SKY

                                                                                AS IF MAKING WAY FOR THE STORM

                                                                                    ROLLING OUT THE GRAY CARPET

                                                                                         BLANKETING THE SUN ERASING ALL WARMTH

Author's Note

HOPE YOU LIKE IT! :)

Reviews

[Kyle]

lol! great poem!!! the ending tied together everything you were saying and gave the poem a sense of closure!! i thought that your choice of words and the way you illustrated the events of a thunderstorm were amazing, your best yet! you made your story mysterious yet it was real enough for me to imagine that i was actually there! great job< and keep up the good work!

kyle!