Best Dark And Stormy Night Poems
That dark and stormy night lives in my mind.
We thought we would get home before the storm.
Bang crash,how could nature be so unkind?
My sweetie died quick and so did my "norm".
We thought we would get home before the storm.
Although I wasn't driving I took the blame.
My sweetie died quick and so did my "norm".
I'm about to go nuts, I yell out his name.
Although I wasn't driving I took the blame
I would do anything to change that day
I'm about to go nuts, I yell out his name.
All I know is, that day "fate" had it's say.
I would do anything to change that day.
Bang crash, how could nature be so unkind?
All I know is, that day "fate had it's say.
That dark and stormy night lives in my mind.
Contest: Pantoum
Sponsor: Eve Roper
09-28-16
It was a dark and stormy night.
Outside the clouds hid pale moon's light.
The wind howled wild around the eaves,
Blowing loose the last Fall leaves.
The rain began to batter hard,
Against my nighted window pane,
And as I gazed into the night,
Something scurried through the rain.
What could it be on such a night,
That hurried through the gale to door?
It flitted quickly past my sight,
Seemed but a shadow, nothing more.
Stopping just inside the shed,
Furtively it turned it's head,
Then disappeared into the dark,
And I returned unto the hearth.
What huddled there inside my shed?
The very thought filled me with dread.
I grabbed my coat, I had to know,
What's hiding there all filled with woe.
Raincoat hood pulled way down tight,
I rushed to see what was it's plight.
There in the darkened cold she lay,
With tiny kittens of just one day.
I gathered them into my arms,
And brought them in where they'd be warm.
This could be their forever home,
For this old witch is all alone.
No one ever ventures near,
For it's me that they all fear;
But I've not harmed a single soul,
I'm just ugly and bent and crippled and old.
Like you I'm abandoned, I've been cast out,
And no one payed heed to my cries or shouts;
So we will be a family,
Just you and me and kittens three.
A flash lit up the sky,
As thunder grumbled by the rain,
My heart lay gripped with pain,
My mind going insane this way,
Hot and cold air at play,
While dreamings drift and sway around,
The wayward thoughts abound,
Where love dared not be found instead,
The dreams came in my head
And in this storm to bed I’ll go,
For wonderings I know
Allow not love to grow within,
For fear that would be sin,
Yet thunder, my chagrin, still roars
As lightning kissed rain pours
Cleansing the muddied floors of why!
Form: Luc Bat
It was a dark and stormy night,
Without respite of beam of light.
Dark clouds obscured the stars and moon.
All light was banished from the room.
The thunder rolled and lightning flashed.
In that moment I stood aghast.
There in the darkness, illuminated,
A shadow in the darkness waited.
Large yellow eyes stared through the rain,
As claws scraped at the window pane.
I stood there frozen to the floor,
And then I rushed toward the door.
I grabbed the door and threw it wide,
As the figure rushed inside.
With a towel upon my lap,
I dried my poor drenched kitty cat.
Dark and Stormy was the night,
Black people sought diligently for the light.
Looked high and low with all their might,
Only to discover no light in sight.
Then deciding to take flight,
Seeking and searching out anything bright.
They arrived in a place called "All was alright,"
Only to find all people were white.
There they got into a terrible fight.
On a dark and stormy night.
Black people were hung, lynched, shot and killed;
While white people had their pleasures fulfilled.
As if killing blacks was a thrill;
'Till someone shouted...."white people; "chill."
It was the Black President who sat on the Hill.
The whites did not want to entertain his spill.
So he went to his desk and wrote a bill,
That authorized blacks to do what they will.
To end the mess that we were in,
And turn to Jesus, our only friend.
Who would come and save us from this sin,
And give us a new way to live and begin.
And we would no longer have to defend;
Our "Ill," our "End," our "Fight"
On this dark and stormy night.
it was a dark and stormy night
a flick of a bic
and a radioactive polonium glow
he said he went ballistic
the other day
it was all over an interpretation
of what,
a psychotic little smile
I'm just Sancho Panza
a sidekick in this life
it's all good
I suppose.