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Every storm runs out of rain

poet Anonymous

Poetry Contest

Write a poem based on the picture quote

I would like you to write a poem based on the picture quote. How do you interpret that thought? Make it a poem.

Rules

•New writes only
•Up to 2 entries per human being
•No limits on length
•No erotica, please
•Audio/video/visual allowed

robert43041
Viking
Tyrant of Words
Canada 43awards
Joined 30th July 2020
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Rest

It rained cats and dogs.
The dogs died, could not survive the drop
From such a great height.
The cats lived.  
They do have Nine Lives.
It is at its fifth one
That Malcolm started to get worried
Because it hurt falling on the grass
Falling on its paws even from the first floor balcony,
No longer having the flexibility of youth.
So he was careful
But the scent from the trashcan across the street
Was toooooo much.
Hit by a car, yet he survived
A few bruises, nothing more
Which left him with number seven
Not too many more in the bank
But how was he to know the outcome
Of what was in store
As he lay quietly in his favorite and smashed up  cardboard box
Not caring a bit about the very expensive cat tree next to it
Indeed having not a care in the world.
Written by robert43041 (Viking)
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paperstains
Fire of Insight
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Joined 7th May 2017
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MadameLavender
Guardian of Shadows
United States 90awards
Joined 17th Feb 2013
Forum Posts: 5727

This, Too, Shall Pass

And so, it does--
everything passes
into the realm of "what was",
becoming
another memory.

"time" is a fleeting thing ...

^^They say, it heals all wounds,
this thing, called time....

while the storms empty out their rains

and the storms pass, too.

But what, then , these scars
if it all passes and
it all heals?

(that, which doesn't kill you,
makes you stronger?)

Perhaps its sting and luster
are just lost-- with time...
we forgive
accept
acknowledge
yet remember (clearly).

"time" is a fluid thing...

^^and the more fluid it becomes,
the closer we get
to the place
where we see that it all had a purpose
and God asks us all the same question :

"Yes, but did you learn how to love?"








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Styxian
Dangerous Mind
United States 16awards
Joined 9th Oct 2021
Forum Posts: 179


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Carpe_Noctem
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 3rd Mar 2013
Forum Posts: 3024

Momma zed

 

Every storm runs her course

Broken bones mend in time

Life will pound away
where the light don't shine
just as scars reveal what lie beneath

Even a wise crow sung
"It can't rain all the time"

Some feel it
some just get wet

Take the high road
Take it on the chin
Take it like a man
Written by Carpe_Noctem
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HarleyQuinn
Riah
Thought Provoker
South Africa 4awards
Joined 2nd Mar 2014
Forum Posts: 98

After the Storm

I've never understood the phrase "calm before the storm"
There is no calm before a storm
Those moments are fraught
Twisted and tense
Filled with anxious dread that makes your stomach churn

No
I am calm once the storm has passed
When I run out of rain
When I have raged, and cried, and sobbed
Until there is nothing but the space my storm occupied

That's when I find calm
It's where I find clarity

A storm is a story
A sequence of events
It is the release of pressure
Like most stories
It is best understood at the end
Written by HarleyQuinn (Riah)
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wallyroo92
Tyrant of Words
United States 154awards
Joined 11th July 2012
Forum Posts: 1871

Silver Linings

A Quatern
  
Because every storm runs out of rain  
The dark will not last a long time  
Eventually you will feel that the pain  
Will subside into the back of your mind  
   
But it will serve as a reminder  
Because every storm runs out of rain  
You’ll have to be your own pathfinder  
Even if you go against the grain  
   
At times you’ll feel like you might go insane  
When the hard days seem to be so long  
Because every storm runs out of rain  
In the end when you become more strong  
   
This kind of weather doesn’t last forever  
All that you have suffered will not be in vain  
Silver linings wait in each endeavor  
Because every storm runs out of rain
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Cipher_O
WarlordoftheWrittenWord
Tyrant of Words
United States 20awards
Joined 7th Mar 2021
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Storm to Storm


Every form is a
Storm;

Every storm has it’s time,
Has it’s rhyme
To prevail over precedent

From moment

To

Moment,
From form to form,

In an unending

Chain,
From face to face,

Brain

To

Brain,
Subject to the laws of domain,

 The laws of
The norm,
From frame to frame

Storm

To

Storm.
Written by Cipher_O (WarlordoftheWrittenWord)
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AspergerPoet56
Tyrant of Words
Scotland 33awards
Joined 4th Dec 2018
Forum Posts: 1901

Cloudy With A Chance Of Possibility

Cloudy With A Chance Of Possibility
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Betty
Tyrant of Words
United States 27awards
Joined 8th May 2012
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Category Five - Direct Hit

  
A nail from a  
missing shingle    
caught my    
leggings    
as I watched the    
bloated carcass    
of my neighbor’s dog  
drift past    
the rain gutters.    
   
I could hear survivor    
cries in the distance    
and I added my    
voice to theirs    
in some vain    
hope that    
helicopter    
salvation,  
was real.    
   
Beneath my cold    
wet,  
shoeless,    
body    
lies the    
sodden    
remains of    
a life.    
   
My grandpa’s ashes    
bobbing in the living room,    
the linens I’d gotten    
on sale,  
and the    
shoes I didn’t,    
the couch I hated,     
the pans    
I never used,    
my cat’s    
food dishes…    
   
The life.    
For whatever it was worth.    
My life.    
Caught in the riptide  
behind my front door.  
   
I stop yelling for help    
and watch the water
creep closer.    
   
Too heartsick    
to feel more    
than a vague    
desire to
drown    
quickly;    
   
a vague desire
that I wouldn’t tread    
water and struggle;    
that when it washed    
over me  
I wouldn’t fight the    
damn good fight,    
eyes open,    
struggling for    
strength and breath,    
   
that I’d just  
   
let  
   
go.    
   
The rain stopped;    
it always does.    
   
But the danger  
isn’t in the rain    
   
it’s the flood waters.    
   
And they’re still rising.    
 
Written by Betty
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Razzerleaf
Fire of Insight
United Kingdom 27awards
Joined 15th Sep 2019
Forum Posts: 525

Deifying gravity

When you were allowed
to walk  
they took your legs,  
stitched your lips  
until anger dripped  
through the corners  
of your mouth.  
A dead planet, pulled at  
by a burnt-out sun.  
 
Murder came with every season  
 
I feel the shock wave  
as you collide with yourself,  
fake flesh splitting  
from your form,  
microcosms of humanity  
erupt as light,  
new worlds are being created,  
as you grow ideas of a life  
never seen before.  
 
Written by Razzerleaf
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smackdownraven
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 29th Sep 2017
Forum Posts: 51

nuclear winter

 
I curse the gods in the heavens
as the storms rose from my mouth
and the earth quake
threatening to break underneath me
swallowing my angry tirade
then flooding the land of Nod

where the peoples were groomed as sheep
and food for the wolves
gravity forgot his manners and begin to harvest out of season
the grounds shift and people scream

fire fell from space
they ate good that day
I swallowed my hate
drank my rage
then ran out of time

the waters froze
it's nuclear winter in hell where I now dwell
I ravaged even space

until the atom ate the nucleus
and not a particle was left




Written by smackdownraven
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