This is a collection of my poems. Scattered in conent and emotion, but unified by my stormy inner workings. Please feel free to read, leave me some comments and some feedback, or you, just appreciate them. Without further ado, I give you the titular poem, with many more to come.
Storm Prophecy
The air speaks like hot breath,
Contained within a whisper.
It rankles like a witch’s prophecy,
Bringing with it the promise of darkness.
The clouds crowd as if trapped in intimacy,
Swirling in and out of one another.
As the blackness pervades
The sky begins to cry with a primal vigor.
For a violent blink,
The horizon is stretched with charged static.
Black clashes against gray in battle,
And a war cry releases the flood.
Then like a fading memory,
It is done and passed.
There is nothing but a breathless wind,
Shoving dark clouds away
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Storm Prophecies
PoetryRain falls in crosshatch across the lamp lit sky, splattering the asphalt ground with splashes of reflected light. I look at the sketchbook in my hand and trace the penciled rain and smudged glow. It was shit. I let to book fly onto the muddy grass...
