Thunder Poem by Deborah Cromer


Rating: 5.0

Another storm and again we are without power
Cold, dark and quiet conquer time, hour after hour
The fire glows bright, warming my heart
Snapping and popping, it plays and dances in art
The poor trees, I wonder if they tire in the wind
Bending and swaying, back and forth violently without end
The ground so wet from the pouring down rain
Caught up in this moment, I have forgotten my pain
Only for a moment though, as my hurt begins to rise
Coming back with feelings, remembering the abuse and lies
Deep, intense pain from memories, still in my mind
I cannot forget or hide reality, or leave it behind

Thursday, July 30, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: pain
Carol Gall 30 July 2009

maybe one day it can become a more distant memory

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Sensitive, heartfeltfeelings well penned.10.

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Nikunj Sharma 31 July 2009

lovely drift and turn in this poem.a vivid explanation of thunder and struggling trees and the artwork of fire............. heart warming poem

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Steven Silent Wolf 08 November 2009

Ahh, the curse and blessing of being Human; pulled backward (but having learned) , pushed ahead (but hopefull): rarely able to be here now (that which to the beasts are limited and blessed) .A very fine poem.

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Nangula Immanuel 21 August 2009

Wow, another really good one. I too can relate to this, but the beautiful thing about life is that after every thunderstorm, is a beautiful rainbow, and warming sunshine. Great piece!

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Nathaniel Booker 18 August 2009

I've lived in the Thunderstorm most of my life so I can truly relate to this piece. A truly self-reflective piece... Great! Nate

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Ashley Mejia 02 August 2009

sensitive and very detailed. it makes me feel like im actuallly there...really good job.

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Christina Phan 02 August 2009

touching poem,10++ kept it up

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Deborah Cromer

Deborah Cromer

Portland, Oregon
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