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The Storm

Intense blackness rolling in,
Crashing, banging,
Heavens din,
Fluorescent fingers stabbing hard,
Groping, Poking,
Landscape charred,
Deafening roars,
in screaming flight,
Thundering through,
The deadened night.

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  • LittleMoon silver member
    February 4
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    Really well done, had loads of atmosphere and I liked it.


  • fantasysmurf gold member
    February 2

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    Excellent!

    i rather enjoyed this poem! It rhymed, it described and it brought my imagination to life. I can definately see your storm brewing. I like this alot


  • dreamweaver08
    February 2
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    wow, this is good and i like dark poetry, thats what i write most of the time. nice write

  • Midnight Lace
    October 7, 2007

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    This indeed held my attention from beginning to end and made me ponder. Great job and best wishes to you. Thank you for sharing. Keep that pen handy dear poet. ~Midnight Lace

  • Poetryintheblood
    August 18, 2007
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    Thank you for your wonderful entry, Josephine

  • libithina
    August 17, 2007

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    Wonderfully caught and expressed, loved 'thundering', deafening', screaming' and roars' great imagery, and the pain of the 'fluorescent fingers stabbng' great descrip of lightening, powerful stuff. LIb x


  • X-Trane
    August 17, 2007
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    nice one ! is that about a storm in friesland or the UK ? Free Friesland ! (joke)
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