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The Storm

I’ll dance tonight,
tango with this storm,
swept away by strong arms
like those that stir within my body,
devouring the weak;

Pulled towards slivered light
the cruel Zephyr will snuff it out,
as candles after a  child’s wish;
and together we'll chase  lovers away
while they waltz heart to heart
imagining the moon;

The rain mercifully hides my tears,
which sprays from decks
where sailors pray;
groping walls tonight,
I’ll hear chilling whispers
down  darkened halls,
as  prisoner of the wind
locked within its tenuous grip,
like struggling ship
and coastal town;

Tonight I will be the dread
of painted houses
shaking on sandy beds;
how I long for the laugh of babies
as I rush gently between their toes;
or carry weary soldiers home to
tables laden with delicious fare;

I will tango tonight,
weep for what I will cause,
tomorrow may I mirror
sleepy sail boats and splashing friends;

For now I am part of the storm,
tomorrow I will gladly lap the shore;
and for those I have destroyed
may I at least become their calm.

Author notes

I have become one with the storms in my life, as the ocean a prisoner of the wind but my heart is like the ocean to be that calm< bring joy and laughter not destruction!

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  • BeautifullyBroken42
    September 8, 2008

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    Oh I'm sorry um well you didn't follow the rules and so I have to DQ this poem. It was a good write though. I'm sorry I have to DQ it. But I will say my favorite part:


    The rain mercifully hides my tears,
    which sprays from decks
    where sailors pray;
    groping walls tonight,
    I’ll hear chilling whispers
    down darkened halls,
    as prisoner of the wind
    locked within its tenuous grip,
    like struggling ship
    and coastal town;

    *Sorry again*

    ~Ruth~


  • The.poet.of.hearts
    September 4, 2008

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    For now I am part of the storm,
    tomorrow I will gladly lap the shore;
    and for those I have destroyed
    may I at least become their calm.

    I’ll hear chilling whispers
    down darkened halls,
    as prisoner of the wind
    locked within its tenuous grip,
    like struggling ship
    and coastal town;

    they are some strong stanzas.. which I liked alott.. it's so nice.. though you have made a good imaginative background..

    there are some weak points as well.. where your thoughts were found broken..

    but afterall it's nice one.. I can say . that you can improve a bit it .

    by
    The poet of hearts and beautiful words


  • Blissful Melody
    September 4, 2008

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    Well, I like the poem, a lot. I like the concept, a lot. And I love, love, love the imagery. But as this is a "critical reviews" poem, I'll note the little things here.
    There are a couple times when it seems like you're kind of trying to rhyme, then it fades away. It leaves me desperate for a rhythm or pattern I just can't find.
    I personally think it's a bit wordy in a couple areas. Just my oppinion. I think by editing a few little things, it would feel more like poetry and less like prose.
    Overall, great work. Keep writing!

    Fanci


  • Razzels
    September 4, 2008

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    I like this poem alot, It flows great and it tells a story about the storms that you have been through.

  • goalsv
    September 4, 2008

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    Awesome write. A great way to show that you have faced your storms and come through.Written with such a great flow.

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