Showing posts with label roar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label roar. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 12, 2018

FURY


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The sea throws its fury.
It fights for its path,
Grinding down rocks,
Swallowing debris whole.
It roars to the shore,
Waiting for no one.
Its might is its right
To reign supreme forever more.

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

THE OCEAN ROARS IN FURY




The ocean roars in fury
as it washes away intruders.
No boats to drift on its water.
No swimmers to ride the waves.
Strong arms lift in frustration.
Waves beat against the rocks.
Birds flee.
The sun hides.
We wait.
Will we be worthy?
Is mankind ever worthy?
Will the waters recede?
The answer lies in the ocean’s depths.


Thursday, August 17, 2017

REIGN SUPREME


The sea throws its fury.
It fights for its path,
Grinding down rocks,
Swallowing debris whole.
It roars to the shore,
Waiting for no one.
Its might is its right
To reign supreme forever more.
(Source: paintingbox)


The sea throws its fury.
It fights for its path,
Grinding down rocks,
Swallowing debris whole.
It roars to the shore,
Waiting for no one.
Its might is its right
To reign supreme forever more.


Monday, August 7, 2017

RISING FROM THE DEEP


coiour-my-world:
“ moonstruck
”
Rising from the deep,
caressed by the moon.
Chest heaving.
Red eyes gleaming,
facing the shore.
Arms of steel
part the waves.
Muscular legs
pump the sand.
Head tilted back
to give a mighty roar.
A beauty to behold.
A...


Rising from the deep,
caressed by the moon.
Chest heaving.
Red eyes gleaming,
facing the shore.
Arms of steel
part the waves.
Muscular legs
pump the sand.
Head tilted back
to give a mighty roar.
A beauty to behold.
A deadly presence to face.
Pounding footsteps
follow close behind.
Eating up the miles to town,
where Oasis will stand no more.
THE DEAD GAME

Sunday, October 2, 2016

END OF TIME



Time has stopped in mid-flight.
Clouds have ceased circling the earth.
The sun refuses to show its face
For time has come to an end.

The roar echoes through the land.
Lights flicker in erratic spurts.
The power reaches its hand down
To the silent earth below.

My heart feels hollow and empty.
Panic fills the empty spaces.
My love has come to an end
And so too has the world.

A battle rages between my lovers.
Built upon anger, passion, and deceit.
The winner takes all,
And soon even me.

Todd must win this battle.
His heat must melt the ice.
He must save us from the evil one,
Who holds us in the palm of his hand.

The earth shakes and trembles in despair.
A blanket of darkness descends in slow motion.
The battle rages on in its fury.
Clashes of swords echo its thunder.

All is black.
Darkness, my only friend.
No sound to direct me
To the battlefield of hell.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN
THE DEAD GAME
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Monday, August 15, 2016

THE SEA




It fights for its path.
Grinding down rocks.
Swallowing debris whole.
It roars to the shore.
Waiting for no one.
Its might is its right.
To be here for ever more.
Source:

Monday, January 26, 2015

FROM THE DEEP

FROM THE DEEP

graftheory: Graphic & Animation Exploration by Manuel Creignou


What is this?
It could be a pool of water.
A pool so dark and deep
that it has no bottom.
Shadows of tree limbs float
along its murky surface.

The water flows along the river bank,
snatching pieces of debris
along the way.
Rocks, branches, leaves…
All fall into its dark abyss.
Never to be seen again.

What lies beneath?
Can you hear it rumbling?
Something is moving in the deep.
It looks like a hand.
It’s reaching for me.
An inky black hand.
Should I grab hold of it?
It might belong to a person.
Or maybe not.
It could belong to a creature.

What should I do?
Wait.
I can see two arms.
A dark figure is rising from the water.
It’s too big to be human.
It’s facing me.
It doesn’t have eyes.
A dark shadow,
dripping with inky slime.

It roars.
My ears hurt.
It lifts its feet from the murkiness
and begins to walk toward me.
I want to run.
I want to hide.
But I can’t.
My feet are stuck to the ground.

I hear more roaring sounds.
More creatures are rising from the deep.
How could this be happening?
Is this real?
Or am I hallucinating?
Maybe I’m dreaming.

Then all becomes quiet.
I can’t hear anything.
No roaring.
None of the sounds
of the river bank.
What happened?

“What are you doing?”
I turn around and
see my friends.
I’m standing in front
of the TV screen.
I seem to be blocking
the horror movie.
I feel embarrassed.
I feel ashamed.
I feel myself being hit
by popcorn.
Another Saturday night.


Sunday, June 1, 2014

BEWARE! HERE I COME!

brutalgeneration:

The Untouchable Beauty (by Nicole Dangoor)

Here I come!
Everyone out of my way!
Or I’ll give a big roar.
Meow!!!!

Saturday, April 26, 2014

ROAR


brutalgeneration:

Tiger (by lmstonenhp1)

Could you smell the sweet air?
Could you smell the snow in the air?
I could even hear footsteps crunching
in the snow.
I’d better run.
Humans are coming and I don’t want
them to see me sunning myself.
I will just give a ferocious “ROAR.”
brutalgeneration:
Tiger (by lmstonenhp1)
Could you smell the sweet air?
Could you smell the snow in the air?
I could even hear footsteps crunching
in the snow.
I’d better run.
Humans are coming and I don’t want
them to see me sunning myself.
I will just give a ferocious “ROAR.”