Impending Storm

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    Impending Storm

Thunder boasts its rumbling into a darkening distance.

Leaf swirl dances on a rustling balmy breeze.

Standing firm against the rush with a wishful resistance,

The courageous fall to beg on humbled, bended knees.


Tender sapling sways away and for tender mercy cries

To shirk and shun the unforgiving wild east wind,

Beseeching aged oak to shield from an oncoming tide

Of a force that strikes fear into the faint hearts of men.


Bold Bluster rustles into a formidable forbidden future,

Dares men to dance to tunes of his mad, sad commands.

Slithering weak, a bleak resistance seems nearly futile,

As its echo is carried far beyond the ears of man.


Battles bellow their cruelty across war-desolate lands,

Seizing victims to a fate that the merciless planned.

Once demonic lusts hold frail life in their greedy hands,

Fools become slaves to the graves of destinies damned.


For no longer do men seek Him and His purest power,

Nor abhor lies they craved for crazed men to tell. 

Into their corners they saunter silently to secretly cower,

Until mercy redeems them from Satanic storms of hell.



~P.S. Colley~




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  1. PS ColleyApril 20, 2025 at 12:48 PM

    This poem is to serve as subtle commentary on the politics of our times.

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