The Storm

A poem I wrote in 8th grade.

Clouds roll in changing the color of the sky

From a hazy blue

To a dark, pasty glue

 

Then it begins

Lightning, thunder

Looking for something to plunder

 

Like a hot knife through butter

Lightning cuts through the sky

I fear I might cry

 

As thunder rolls

And shakes our house

It makes me feel like a tiny mouse

 

Flash, boom, bang

Will it ever end?

I can't watch as the trees bend

 

The lightning flashes

The thunder booms

And waves crash against the dunes

 

The wind howls

The rain pours down

Trying to flood the town

 

The rain is becoming lighter now

And the thunder is not as loud

What happened to that big cloud?

 

I can see the stars

They are showing very bright

Against the dark, black night

 

The storm has gone away to the south

Now I can go to sleep and pile my blankets on top of me

And write in my diary if I could only find the key

Reviews

[Shadows of Sight]

Powerful....I like how this poem paid omage to nature's beautiful fury, like a storm, the words flowed on by, easily from beginning to end.
Cool reading!

[Jessica]

I really like this one reminds me of some of the storms we get =) rarely but still happens. Great job!

[Shelly Wiseberg]

I like your style of writing, from one writer to another, Shelly

[Brentley]

I enjoyed this. It was cute in that sense that you were an Eight grader when you wrote it. A lot better than the stuff I wrote when I was in 8th grade. Not all of us were good younger, most of us became better older. Cuz you know I'm so old :-p

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

I rated this 100 and it shows 93.6.. don't get it.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

A very good poem.. alot of description and good images.. you have always been a writer it seems, Andrea.
Very well done for eighth grade, or any grade.

Happy New Year!

Chloe
xoxo

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This is well written for an eighth grader