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Post by mysticbluebell on Aug 11, 2014 7:57:03 GMT
It sure is easy to write about this actual theme Rolling Thunder |
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Post by doreen23 on Aug 11, 2014 20:05:12 GMT
A stormy Night
I hide under blankets
As sky turns black
But my room is light
I think I’m being attacked
As thunder rumbles
The wind does howl
Rain is pouring down
Hot air does scowl
The sound of a storm
In the middle of the night
The sky does shake
And I saw a flash of light
Crashing and smashing
The waves of the sea
Sailors do struggle
To get home for tea
Thunder and lightening
Rain pouring down
On this extra cold night
Making loud sound
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Post by doreen23 on Aug 11, 2014 20:15:47 GMT
The sound of thunder in the distance
Dark clouds in the night sky
thunder rolling, lightening screams
for sky is black, oh, so high
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Post by puddles on Aug 12, 2014 14:02:28 GMT
Well done Dee, I hear the sounds of a storm in your write, you convey this thought so clearly.
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Post by puddles on Aug 12, 2014 14:34:13 GMT
Rolling Thunder
I hear the roar of thunder
which rambles in the sky
it rolls and makes me wonder
as my heart begins to sigh
Against the background of the sea
lightning flashes within the clouds
igniting the fears inside of me
exposing my many doubts
Then morning comes all is calm
a rainbow is what's left
within the morning dawn
a sign for us his promise kept
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Post by doreen23 on Aug 12, 2014 14:40:18 GMT
After reading the first part of your poem Puddles I was glad to see the rainbow Really enjoyed the read Thank you
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Post by puddles on Aug 12, 2014 14:55:02 GMT
Thanks so much Dee, your words is appreciated.
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Post by mysticbluebell on Aug 16, 2014 17:44:21 GMT
Doreen and Roland, I liked your descriptions, vivid and also stirring thoughts, thank you!
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Post by mysticbluebell on Aug 16, 2014 17:44:58 GMT
Rolling Thunder
Lightning flash towards the earth
Called by demons, could this be?
Old Oak trees stretch out their arms
Waiting for rain’s symphony
Waters patter down in torrents
The soil is struggling to swallow
Darkness turns to almost daylight
Then the thunder choirs follow
The Oak trees groan but stand firm
In this hailing loud down pour
It feels like a nature’s judgement
Mere power reminding us with roar
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Post by puddles on Aug 16, 2014 20:09:07 GMT
Mystic, another fine poem about thunder rolling across the sky, a power that comes in the sounds of the wind.
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