2. Dust flowers up from from the Chilton county dusk
Rust is flaking off the pickup that has a skunk musk
Bullet, the blue tick hound, from your sleeve pulls it
Could it be another hot day, in August would it
Peaches have long last month gone to fill the niches
Beaches of the river are low, full of leeches
Summer, time in Alabama is long, bummer
Funner than that song swinglow number
Gathering distant dark blue clouds that are a mattering
Battering thunder rolling, lightning shattering
Huge drops splattering on clay so rouge
Deluge now soaking, coming down like a luge
Passing with one loud crack blasting
Massing clouds now are just in a fasting
Thunderstorm (Author unknown)
3. I enjoy this poem because I love thunderstorms
and the way the author worded this piece made it
even better. I chose this poem because it has great
rhyme scheme. Rhyme scheme is an arrangement
of rhymes. An example of this in this poem is
when they rhyme dusk and musk in the first line.
The author did a great job writing this.
Thunderstorm
4. A moment the wild swallows like a flight
Of withered gust-caught leaves, serenely high,
Toss in the windrack up the muttering sky.
The leaves hang still. Above the weird twilight,
The hurrying centres of the storm unite
And spreading with huge trunk and rolling fringe,
Each wheeled upon its own tremendous hinge,
Tower darkening on. And now from heaven’s
height,
With the long roar of elm trees swept and swayed,
And pelted waters, on the vanished plain
Plunges the blast. Behind the wild white flash
That splits abroad the pealing thunder-crash,
Over bleared fields and gardens disarrayed,
Column on column comes the drenching rain.
A Thunderstorm by: Archibald Lampman
5. I like this poem because it isn’t a typical all
rhyming poem. It is different from a lot that I
have seen and it has great imagery. This means
that I can picture everything that they are
describing to me because of how much detail
they put into the poem. He did a great job of
making me feel like I really was watching a
thunderstorm. That’s why I chose this poem.
A Thunderstorm
6. Lightning spins the dark night skies
Splitting the streets
Widening the eyes
Striking through all the fakeness
Presented by the lost souls
Who stand so strong and bold
In stupidity –
Lightning shakes and shivers the spine
And grasps onto the blood that rumble
And wreaks havoc on the mind
It screams the agony that no one hears
Of life long lost and forgotten fears
Crying tales that floated from the ears
And vanished in the air
Striking mercilessly,
Lightning empties the heart
Carries away past pain
Fills the mind with only itself,
The epitome of narcissism,
Then leaves, as if a dream,
Leaving the earth shaken
And the heart to slow itself
Lightning by: Keyoka
7. I like this poem because I do not like lightning and in
this poem it makes it sound like the author doesn’t like
lightning either. I chose this because it has a very
interesting mood. Mood is the emotional tone of a poem.
The mood of this poem is dark and scary because the
author describes the lightning as being bad and
frightening. This was a very well written poem.
Lightning
8. Thunder and Lightning
The thunder and lightning…
Flashes illuminating the dark of the night…
Rumbles of the thunder shattering the solace of the darkness.
Eyes wide open, listening…
The rain and wind, the consistent roar…
I take it as a sign…
I see it as an omen…
Where I am at?
Looking out into the blackness of night.
Seeing the flashes of blinding light.... The horizon so
distant, so unattainable…
The rumble of thunder…
Drowning out my shouts of fear and doubt…
Thunder and Lightning by: Kevin Carney
9. I enjoyed this poem because it meant
more than what was being said. I chose it
because it had great symbols in it. A
symbol is something that represents
something else. In this poem the thunder
and lightning represents something
bigger. I think it represents something
bad ahead in the persons future that they
are comparing to thunder and lightning
crashing down on them.
Thunder and Lightning
10. From the safety of my home I watch
Scenes of natures horror
Engulfing coast with horrific vigor
Ripping lives apart
The oncoming sea
A wave
35 ft. of terror
Relentless in its forward march
Removing mans mark from the world
Leaving dark brown nothingness
And the lives of many in tatters
Destruction continues after its passing
Stations on coastlines in disarray
Meltdown a risk
A danger many say
A tragedy 3 fold continues
From trembling earth
To seas might
And then onto man’s nuclear plight
Our thoughts are with you
Japan we weep
For your lost ones
This terrible week.
For Japan We Weep by: T. Monk
11. I like this poem because you can tell the author really put
his heart into it. The tone of the poem led me to really get
upset with what happened to Japan and really got me
thinking. The tone is sad and distraught, like the author
wishes he could take it all back. I chose it because it was
beautifully written and a great example of what poetry
should look like.
For Japan We Weep
12. Darkness falls over earths blue sky
Warnings from mans nuclear child
The darkness rises
From reactors cores that breech
Sending the darkness in
To mans soul at sleep
This Nuclear fear
That man has created
See’s no sign of abating
So worried look on the common man
Looking for reassurance for a scientific land
They say its safe
But is it so
When earth moves and water shows
How quickly science crumbles and fails
Swept away by natures flails
Leaving plants in disarray
Spewing radiation every day
This nuclear child’s temper is rising
Fear behind mans controlling liaison
It must work
Control the beast
Before sets forth and reaps its Nuclear feast.
Darkness Rises by: T. Monk
13. I like this poem because it has a great twist with
words. It makes the tsunami into a person and
compares it to the evil of the world. I chose it
because it shows a great example of
personification. Personification is a thing or
abstraction in the form of a person. This poem is
dark but under the circumstances it is
understandable.
Darkness Rises
14. The blackened skies will send you warning
but you will never listen
The wind will scream a frightening story
but you will refuse to hear it
The falling rain will cry tears of agony as the sky opens up in pain
All the while you never imagined the sight unfolding on the plain
And with only your cameras, cars, and trucks you face the hand of God
To warn the world of what's to come, remembered and not forgot
Respect the fury of the sky; something we may never understand
To us Mother Nature is the universe;
To her we are but a grain of sand
Tornado Alley by: Stephanie Lynn
15. I like this poem because although
tornadoes are scary and dangerous this
poem makes them sound strong and
interesting. I chose it because it has
AMAZING personification. The fact that
the author compares the wind to a person
screaming is incredible. I wish I was able
to think of things so unique to write about
like this person is. Well done.
Tornado Alley
16. I keep wishing for a tornado
so thunder would pound its fists on my windows
and rain would throw itself to the ground
and clouds would comfort me by covering up all
the brightness
and the lightning would remind me that I'm awake
and still breathing and seeing
and hail would leaves bruises on my skin
to match my soul and lifeless self
and the winds would take me away
Take me away, I don't want to be here anymore.
I don't want to hear cherry peppers anymore
I just want to hear thunder.
Tornado by: Eleanor Simone
17. I like this poem because I’m really
into sad poetry, it affects me way
more than happy poems. This
poem consists of blank verses
which are unrhyming. That’s why I
chose this poem because most of
the time there is rhyming but in
this case it is just a pretty little
poem telling someone’s story of
despair. I think everyone has felt
like this every once in awhile.
Everyone wants to be taken away
from a situation at least once in
their lives.
Tornado
18. I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
Rain by: Shel Silverstein
19. I love rain. Rain is just so soothing to
listen to and no matter what mood you
are in it seems to get you thinking.
When reading this poem though, in
this case it is sad. I chose this poem
because it has a lot of assonance in it
which is the resemblance of sounds.
This is common in poems but it is well
done in this one.
Rain
20. All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quiet, persistent rain.
What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often? Is it
that never the ease,
even the hardness,
of rain falling
will have for me
something other than this,
something not so insistent—
am I to be locked in this
final uneasiness.
Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,
the getting out
of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the
semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent happiness.
The Rain by: Robert Creeley
21. Rain poems for the most part are always the same. They are
either very happy or very sad. This poem is an example of a
ballad because it has short stanzas and is usually sung due to
how it is written. Not all poems can do this so that is what
makes this one special. Also, rain poems are usually more sad
than happy so the fact that this one is more good than bad
makes me happy.
The Rain
23. I am
Courage, Strength, Peace
I like to make people smile and laugh
Trust is important to me
Happiness is important to me
Family is important to me
Faith is a good thing
Immaturity is bad, but it makes for some great times
Life gets hard as we get older
Stress isn’t good for anyone
We need to relax
I am
I am by: Bailey Dibling
24. I believe in forgiveness
The ability to be happy after a great sadness
The power to change lives
The hope for second chances
The reward of good karma
But suffering from silly mistakes made in the past does not seem right to me
I believe in good grace
I believe in miracles
I believe in revenge
And I believe in true love and that one day I’ll find someone that will stick around
Credo by: Bailey Dibling
26. Sad is blue and black
It tastes bitter and tart
It sounds like the rain dripping through the trees
And it smells like a musty rainy day
It looks like a tornado
And it makes you feel incomplete
Five Senses by: Bailey Dibling
