Tonight, a riot broke out in heaven.
First, it came as mighty air and flashes,
bruising the clouds like a ripped canvas.
The wind tore through ancient trees,
and thunder roared until the earth replied.
The clouds poured themselves out
angels weeping without restraint,
waters spilling freely upon the world.
Children laughed and soaked themselves
beneath the thrashing rain.
Above, thunder argued with lightning;
hail struck roofs like clenched fists.
Inside, I lay still, wrapped in rest,
the drum of rain upon my rooftop
lulling me into sleep.
By morning, calm returned the sky.
Only then did I understand,
heaven had come down in fury,
and I had slept through its descent.
“Inside I lay still, wrapped in rest.” Such level of peace and stillness, sounds like Jesus sleeping undisturbed in the boat during the Storm.
Beautiful poem.
Wow… Posh Posh
This is beautifully written. The imagery is vivid.
Well-done man. 🎉
Your words turned the storm into something sacred and unsettling at the same time. Very powerful ending.
This is one of those poems you reread. Nice work.
Beautiful poem 🥳
Amazing read, do you have some others?
your use of the language and the imagery is fantastic, let me say fantastica 😊
Great! You’ve done a wonderful job
Keep it up bro
The sky is just the beginning
Weldone boy, this was crafted with a sense of ease, a vivid narration of rain from heaven and the recipient on earth, who’d not feel a single stroke of rain on him, since he is in the comfort of his room, same rain that comforts him, was created by a Riot in heaven.
I appreciate this poem, wonderfully written.
Well written Olaposi, nice to see this same poem on this platform
Son, this is incredible, all a reader needs to appraise the poem, has been sufficiently provided. Suffice to say that this poem is incredibly sound.
Great piece, write on bard
Do you have more of this, please kindly find an avenue to post it, please inform me if there are any more that are available.