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I am a monsterI have to be obeyed-beware of my wrath....Mark Toney © 2018.10/10/2018 - Poetry form: Haiku (for you)
i am weak.
like eye of the storm.
i marvel at the terrific ocean
while my reflection stares at me
i meet its gaze.
Gentle breezes calling out to me like Sirens,
Intimidating storms shouting its melody at me, too,
The cyclone of words are flying,
Coming together where the hurricane's eye is due.
He follows the winds on waters and waves,
Oft dragging fishers to their murky graves.
He’s an old, frog-faced man with green and black scales,
Do you hear the storm coming?
feel the thunder shaking the ground?
can you see the lightning in the distance?
feel the wind weaving through your clothes?
can you hear the rain getting closer and louder and heavier?
Irma was her name,
She was only a depression at first.
Then she grew in size like no other storm before her,
Everyone felt like they were in for the worst.
She was supposed to hit my hometown straight on,
Irma was her name,
She was only a depression at first.
Then she grew in size like no other storm before her,
Everyone felt like they were in for the worst.
She was supposed to hit my hometown straight on,
Dear Hurricane Victor,
A hailstorm commenced when I agreed to be yours
And you, mine…
I often wonder if it was a sign.
Their insulin can’t be insulated because refrigerators (and everything else) needs electricity, and US. But we aren’t helping. The diabetic (and everyone else) are suffering and will continue to. It’s been two years since I’ve seenYour Puer
You wouldn’t know it if you met her
But her moods can make
Hurricanes in your soul
Storms that pour and destroy
And seem to last forever
There are 365 days in a year
That means
There are more than 365 chances
For my life
To change
Each a little more
Every day
i cant let this break me. i cant let this stop me from being who i want to be. i have to keep moving forward even if my heart is stabbing my chest like sharp pieces of glass. i have to pull myself along even if my lungs are filled with fire.
Hurricane Me I am not the girl you shattered like a bottle against the floor & I will not bite my tongue any more.I will roar louder than the thunder in the sky & I will roar louder than you, you stupid guy.I am
In this hurricane of a lifeI spend my days drowning,standing sideways against the waves.Every time I get back up,The currents get stronger.I gasp for air,Only getting a mouthful of regret.
Pludering towards the shores
the hurricane rises higher,
each wave more fierce then that last.
The sea green water churns
and those on land fear the damage it may do,
i am dandelion fluff in a hurricane. high euphoric winds billow across the seas of knowledge andi am one of many that are identicalbut i wish to go where no one else has gone; i get carried away and float briskly to textures of lands unfamiliar an
There’s something about your presence
I just can’t explain
It’s like burning fire and pouring rain
Take my hands
Take my feet
Make me your sanctuary
The rain pounds down
Shifting
Dancing through the air
Without a care in the world
And meeting the ground
In the harmonious union
Known as mud
The wind howls
Jealous of the rain
I'm a single bedroom house.
I have enough inside me to support myself, but only room for one.
Strong enough to stand my ground, but fragile enough to fall apart at the slightest movement, I am made of glass.
I am a tornado in constant neutrality between anger and content carrying itself on, destroying whatever is in front of me, unapologetically.
Six dead in Florida
So hot, so hot
Lines of cars wrapping around
The city, droves of people
A frenzy of flies
Escaping the sky
Calm and quiet luring some back
It was so hot
"Man overboard!" "Run the sail!" "Another wave!" "Were we hit?" "Deck down!" "We're going under!"
110 Billion Dollar Date (Katrina’s Beauty)
My name is infamous
To strike fear in a southern voice.
They had my number-
Free to call,
But chose the wrong choice.
Date after date-
I
capture butterflies
and lock them tightly
in a glass jar
I watch them flutter about
carefree
encased in my heart
And everytime the jar shakes,
so does my stability
I
capture butterflies
and lock them tightly
in a glass jar
I watch them flutter about
carefree
encased in my heart
And everytime the jar shakes,
so does my stability
When I hear of a hurricane,
that is when I will think of you.
A force that drove me insane,
and a little senseless too.
I admit I didn't love,
how easily you caught my eye.
When in October, the showers did fall
The fierce winds piercing, they had destroyed all
A roaring monster, an ominous beast
Superstorm Sandy took away my home.
She didn't take away the walls or the floorboards,
and my bed hasn't moved at all. But
She took away our light, for all of
seven solid nights.
My brother was a carpenter,
with wood-stained hands—
more cedar than cherry.
What's a hard wood?
I'm not the carpenter.
I can only use a saw
with help.
He had wooden talent.
Long ago, you were a clap of a thunder,
the power behind a gentle smile,
the pulling of a window shade
the clinking of ice cubes against glass.
You were the lines of experience around dark, bright eyes.
I’m waiting by the phone
For a call that’ll never come.
The power’s out
The phone line’s down.
So I sit and worry the night away.
Watching,
Listening.
For any news
That they’re okay.
