Falling Beneath the Thunder

By Sabrina Sarvik

In "Falling Beneath the Thunder," readers are invited to journey through a tempest of emotions and experiences, capturing the raw power of nature as a metaphor for the human spirit. Each poem resonates with the vibrations of storms-both external and internal-blasting through moments of vulnerability, resilience, and transformation.  The evo

• Language: English
• Publisher: Swan Charm Publishing
• Release date: Dec 25, 2024
• ISBN: 9789908183886

Book preview

Inundated with the Sky’s Fury

Clouds gather with a thunderous roar,

Nature rages, a fierce encore.

Lightning cracks in dazzling streaks,

The storm speaks where silence shrieks.

Raindrops dance on window panes,

Anthems sung by wild refrains.

Powerful winds embrace the night,

Inundated by nature's might.

Each rumble shakes the heart awake,

The world shifts with each earth quake.

Yet in chaos, beauty thrives,

In the storm, our spirit dives.

Threads of Dreaded Rain

Gray clouds loom like heavy shrouds,

Penetrating hearts with gloomy crowds.

Each drop falls like a whispered threat,

Threads of rain, the heart beset.

Pavement glistens, reflections weep,

In murky depths, our shadows creep.

Nature weeps with every sigh,

In this storm, we question why.

Yet beneath this heavy cloak,

Life persists, even when broke.

Every tear that lands, we find,

Threads of rain connect mankind.

Tempestuous Thoughts

In the silence of a restless mind,

Tempests stir, clarity unkind.

Thoughts collide like waves at sea,

Seeking refuge, but not free.

Memories swirl in a maelstrom's grip,

Navigating through a rocky trip.

Questions rise like stormy clouds,

Inward battles, fierce and loud.

Yet from chaos, new paths arise,

Like dawn breaking through disguise.

In tempestuous thoughts, we glean,

Strength in struggle, hope unseen.

Haunted by the Collision of Light

Shadows dance in the twilight glow,

Whispers of secrets the night can't know.

Flickering stars weave tales of old,

Echoes of stories in silence told.

Moonbeams break through the curtain of dark,

Lighting the path where the lost leave their mark.

Fragments of dreams scattered like dust,

In the realm where shadows blend with trust.

Fading laughter in the chill of the breeze,

Ghosts of the past among whispering trees.

Silent reminders of what once was bright,

Haunted forever by the collision of light.

Ink in the Drops of Unseen Deluge

Pressing clouds gather, heavy and gray,

Marking the sky for a painting's display.

Each drop that falls tells a story untold,

Ink in the tears of the heavens unfold.

Whirlpools of thoughts in the stormy fray,

Dancing like shadows that flicker and sway.

Words on the winds, like whispers of fate,

In every deluge, creation waits late.

Beneath the thunder, the earth holds its breath,

Life interwoven in cycles of death.

Splashing the world with the ink of the skies,

A tapestry woven where chaos lies.

Reflections on Tempest-tossed Waters

Ripples of chaos break through the calm,

Nature's fierce fury holds both balm and harm.

Mirrored chaos on waters so deep,

Secrets awaken where shadows creep.

Each wave a heartbeat, a rhythm, a glance,

Dancing in danger, a tumultuous dance.

Clouds overhead, like harbingers fierce,

Shred the serenity, the heart they pierce.

Yet after the storm, stillness will reign,

Reflecting the peace found after the pain.

Whispers of water tell tales of the night,

In every ripple, a shard of the light.

Remnants of Lightning’s Lineage

In the silent cracks of the midnight gloom,

Lightning's legacy cuts through the room.

Flashes of brilliance, a moment so bright,

Tracing the paths of unseen delight.

Echoes of thunder rip through the sky,

Remnants of power where spirits fly high.

Each strike a whisper of what came before,

In the clamor of