Storms Strengthen

A poem of gaining strength

Clouds of stone,
Tumbling along the plastered night.
The trees remain calm.
I become anxious.

Raindrops of glass,
Shatter against the ground.
The trees stand tall.

I huddle in a blob.

Winds of fire,
Spreading amongst the atmosphere.
The trees take roots.
My heart speeds faster.

Lightning of knives,
Stabbing through Earth’s floor.
The trees obtain courage.
My whole body trembles.

The storm is painted away.
The trees
Calm and tall,
Encourage strength
In myself.

Author's Note

Any criticism is welcome. I know it could use a lot of work, but I had to come up with a poem in one night, so I know it's not the best.

Reviews

[Stephen]

Umm ...I really don't think .. it's that bad you think. It's yeah a best poem .. I know this poem has no rhyme, no tunes but believe me there's much depth into the words which are hidden behind the whole poem ...well, me too write my most of the stuffs in nights and believe me, writing stuffs in nights is the best thing ever because we just ... we just find peace and talk with our writing ourselves when the whole world goes to sleep and the lonely streets dragging out the buzzes of cold winds. I like the poem. Well done!

[Blue Belle]

Thank you. Yeah, I don't like to write in rhyme, I like to write free verse.

[Stephen]

My pleasure. Cool .. yeah. everybody has their own unique creative ways penning down and bleed into the forms of words ... everybody has their own talents and I do appreciate all talents because it's a talent which leads us to the sky touching it every-time ... keep writing in a way you want to.. your amazing.

[Brittany Zedalis]

I don't think much work is needed. Personally, I think it is really great the way it is. Courage is a powerful thing.

[Blue Belle]

Thank you!