Treasure Island

Ruth warren

(5/4/1973 / LONDON)

Rolling Thunder


In the distance is the sound of rolling thunder,

A sound that makes you look for something to hide under.

Dark clouds race across the sinister night sky,

As the wind howls and like a banshee cries.

The thunder ever present comes closer still,

To intimidate and terrify and give a feeling of ill.

Lightening now illuminates the sky with a blue eerie spectre,

First in this, then that, then in your own frightening sector.

All now combine, lightening, thunder and howling winds,

Panic and fear are evident as natures turmoil begins.

The hours till dawn seem so very far away,

So under your pillow you are determined to stay!

Submitted: Monday, April 17, 2006

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Rolling Thunder by Ruth warren )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 1 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Job Lot, Phil Soar
  2. Monkey business(Haiku), Mario,Lucien,Rene Odekerken
  3. Nonsense 2, Phil Soar
  4. Fraternity, Justin Reamer
  5. Writing The Deeds, Naveed Akram
  6. आं थैगोन: आंनि सानस्रिया थैया, Ronjoy Brahma
  7. Red, Dave Pass
  8. Family Watching Television, Justin Reamer
  9. Matrimonial, Asit Kumar Sanyal
  10. And Diamond Light Filled The Kingdom, mary douglas

Poem of the Day

poet Alfred Lord Tennyson

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]