earthquake

Learn more about other poetry terms

An earthquake inside me Rumbling my core Shaking never ending Pieces of me fall  down  and down The Core is buried
We are going to dig to bury our dead: Mother, father, sisters and brothers, Uncles, aunts, friends and strangers.
I came back from the future to tell you the things that happened to the world You will not believe me, but your future is my past and this is my history:
When I was little I ensured everyone I had the loudest scream One that would shake the world I could feel it brewing up inside me Begging for an escape But I wouldn't 
From panic to pandemonium Where Richter Scale measured impact People screamed in delirium. Californians cried in a hum Packing, running with lives intact From panic to pandemonium.
The Earth is shaking And its cracks showcase chaos. Get away from them!
    Tempest Tempest,   Blowing in the grassland,   Divined in the land of Edith,   That one cannot resist.   And that is the innocent girl,  
Taunting tearing Unrepairing Slipping cracking Backward tracking Falling freely So unsweetly Crashing flailing No point in saving Help me hold me Crave me lift me
Should've been born a tap-dancer Maybe that would justify the way My foot beats incessantly at any solid surface But that wouldn't explain my hands Fingers fumbling around themselves
Lungs collapsed like buildings in the aftermath of an earthquake A ripple spreading through bones and veins The pulsations of a heart reduced to a stutter A mere flutter And things are falling And crashing
In the midst of it all: Part 2   In the midst of what I’ve seen over the last few days My mind can’t help but wander your way Anything could happen at anytime
In the midst of it all
We are the word shakers, the earthquakes, breaking ground with the sounds of a phrase from our mouths.   We are the protectors of the mind, thinking up a rhyme
Last night I lay in bed thinking that an earthquake shook my room only to realize it was my heart beating. Your love a natural disaster my heart rattles in its cage Duck cover and hold
Death, is a jealous fellow he has no age, grace, nor liking it considers not woe, nor sorrow he displays a complete arbitrary arrival he does not consider survival and lingers with denial
The river embraced its one true form To travel its depths through hail and storm. Through the village and through the town Through the kingdom that once was crowned.
The rock stumbled, tumbled, fell. Their earth trembled, said farewell.
This night wins Darkness, Overthrown, dim shines Her throne, Follows fate of the dying firefly, Sobs over its dimming light, Mourns a flickering end, Mocks the Moon’s defeat, The cocky Night Gladiolus,
Subscribe to earthquake