Waves crash against the defenseless rocks,
the merciless wind destroying the once beautiful surroundings.
Tiny crystal-like droplets of rain,
Hurl themselves from amidst the darkening clouds.
A clap of thunder,
A fork of lightening,
The penetrating scream of the wind.
All add to the terror of the occasion.
Froth and bubbles threaten to spill,
Over the muddy banks.
As people run, helpless, afraid,
From the raging wrecking-ball that is storm.
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A contest entry
- All I Have/no trophy winners please. by piccola.
600 points, ended October 15, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Contest for free verse poems... PW of Oct'08 is allowed by Manoj Sanyal.
370 points, ended October 18, 2008, 16 entries
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oh yes. You have captured the essence of the storm so well in your words.
I love to sit on the shore and watch a storm as it comes in. it is beautiful yet terrifying too. Nature at its most powerful and unstoppable. I really enjoyed reading.
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Superb
A very fine write, indeed. You expressed your thoughts quite clearly with vivid imagery. Thanks for sharing this one with us. -
Nice intense imagery.
Well done. best of luck in the contest.
Delila
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storm and its characteristics well expressed...
Good luck,
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this is very dramatic and filled with great imagery. I love the bg too, it is very fitting. thank you for entering
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