Tornado Poems
The Tornado
by Irene Latham
The story comes grumbling
over the hill. It tumbles
hailstones and cracks tree-trunks.
It craves front-page news,
so it musters all speed
and muscle. It tears across
Main Street, steals shingles
and un-parks cars.
......
My Tornado
by Shay Grace
Sometimes life feels like a cycle
a never-ending cycle
It's a whirlwind a tornado
Set out to destroy me
And I don't know how to
stop it or change it or break it
When I finally come close
it starts once again
......
Tornado Child
by Kwame Dawes
I am a tornado child.
I come like a swirl of black and darken up your day;
I whip it all into my womb, lift you and your things,
carry you to where you've never been, and maybe,
if I feel good, I might bring you back, all warm and scared,
heart humming wild like a bird after early sudden flight.
I am a tornado child.
I tremble at the elements. When thunder rolls my womb
trembles, remembering the tweak of contractions
......
Colorful Tornado
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
fiercest fall frenzy
clashing leaves, color chaos
no sound but the wind
Colorful Tornado
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
fiercest fall frenzy
clashing leaves, color chaos
no sound but the wind
My Tornado
by Shay Grace
Sometimes life feels like a cycle
a never-ending cycle
It's a whirlwind a tornado
Set out to destroy me
And I don't know how to
stop it or change it or break it
When I finally come close
it starts once again
......
The Tornado
by Irene Latham
The story comes grumbling
over the hill. It tumbles
hailstones and cracks tree-trunks.
It craves front-page news,
so it musters all speed
and muscle. It tears across
Main Street, steals shingles
and un-parks cars.
......
Tornado Child
by Kwame Dawes
I am a tornado child.
I come like a swirl of black and darken up your day;
I whip it all into my womb, lift you and your things,
carry you to where you've never been, and maybe,
if I feel good, I might bring you back, all warm and scared,
heart humming wild like a bird after early sudden flight.
I am a tornado child.
I tremble at the elements. When thunder rolls my womb
trembles, remembering the tweak of contractions
......
