Storm Poems
#storm
Storm poems about mother nature unleashing her force and fury. Storm poems about rain, powerful winds, thunder and lightning. Poetry about the violence of nature and the effects of a storm on people, islands and man made structures.
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mighty wind
Beware of the storm approaching prepare
Better pack up leave; live for another day
For Hurricanes wreak havoc as they make landfall
Winds scream howling batter tearing the land!
On the Caribbean Sea heated waters meets wind
Twisting Hot air rises turning Counter clockwise
Currents of air circulation gather ferrous speed
Hurricane are born when wind speed reaches 75MPH
Tropical waters meet whirling wind
Rising winds rotate spirals around and round
Spinning whirling thick clouds pin- wheeling
False calm comes-on the center
...
Better pack up leave; live for another day
For Hurricanes wreak havoc as they make landfall
Winds scream howling batter tearing the land!
On the Caribbean Sea heated waters meets wind
Twisting Hot air rises turning Counter clockwise
Currents of air circulation gather ferrous speed
Hurricane are born when wind speed reaches 75MPH
Tropical waters meet whirling wind
Rising winds rotate spirals around and round
Spinning whirling thick clouds pin- wheeling
False calm comes-on the center
...
#storm
#wind
#nature
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primitive spirit
dance with me on a thundercloud
while the skies burst their seams
spin me across lightning bolts
as night spreads her wings
cobalt smudges bearing grudges
stomp the evening pale
leaving their darkened mark
as daylight meekly slips away
as flashes strobe through shadowed patches
touch my upturned face
kiss me
here
in the heart of the tempest
breathing deeply of my rapture
torn between the caution I've always practiced
and throwing myself to the wind
where gales wrap passion around...
while the skies burst their seams
spin me across lightning bolts
as night spreads her wings
cobalt smudges bearing grudges
stomp the evening pale
leaving their darkened mark
as daylight meekly slips away
as flashes strobe through shadowed patches
touch my upturned face
kiss me
here
in the heart of the tempest
breathing deeply of my rapture
torn between the caution I've always practiced
and throwing myself to the wind
where gales wrap passion around...
#rain
#storm
#dance
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Storm
Imploring Destiny within the gated union
Sacred heart kneading the ache
Insulted dawn repent
Hurt beyond parallel forsakes me
Time will design a way
Forsaken in the hour of anxiety
my honesties blush
then bruise
Sought in the rain
hunted by ghosts
retreating elsewhere
Relief in the storm
utterly keening till I come undone
lifting my eyes heavenward
crying Eli Eli Lama Sabachthani
Sacred heart kneading the ache
Insulted dawn repent
Hurt beyond parallel forsakes me
Time will design a way
Forsaken in the hour of anxiety
my honesties blush
then bruise
Sought in the rain
hunted by ghosts
retreating elsewhere
Relief in the storm
utterly keening till I come undone
lifting my eyes heavenward
crying Eli Eli Lama Sabachthani
#storm
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Perfect Summer Night
Eyes closed like the whispers of pillow talk
A cold front coming over the horizon making me balk
Stripping the summer heat from the earth
Lightning electrifying the air giving me mirth
A slight drizzle like a kiss upon my skin
Ever so slight like the promise of a night full of sin
When it's ripped away as the wind whips up a gale
The lightning rips the dark sea of clouds asunder without fail
Squinting against the night becoming day
Falling back into the yard I lay
Soaked to the bone
This weather reminds me of home
Rain...
A cold front coming over the horizon making me balk
Stripping the summer heat from the earth
Lightning electrifying the air giving me mirth
A slight drizzle like a kiss upon my skin
Ever so slight like the promise of a night full of sin
When it's ripped away as the wind whips up a gale
The lightning rips the dark sea of clouds asunder without fail
Squinting against the night becoming day
Falling back into the yard I lay
Soaked to the bone
This weather reminds me of home
Rain...
#rain
#storm
#summer #wind
#summer #wind
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monster outside
i'm here,
now
tucked away
in the safety
of my
cradle,
hiding inside
from
the monster's
anger,
it's voice
dangerous,
its breath
fierce,
claws
and teeth
tearing
at the walls
of my
sanctuary,
i just hope
it doesn't find
a way in,
i believe
it would
devour me
completely.
now
tucked away
in the safety
of my
cradle,
hiding inside
from
the monster's
anger,
it's voice
dangerous,
its breath
fierce,
claws
and teeth
tearing
at the walls
of my
sanctuary,
i just hope
it doesn't find
a way in,
i believe
it would
devour me
completely.
#sky
#storm
#wind #nature
#wind #nature
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outside your gate
smile,
i am
outside
your gate,
hiding
behind clouds,
too shy
to
approach you,
the flash
from
my eyes
watch you,
even
my storm
will not
speak,
i gather
my belongings
and
move on.
i am
outside
your gate,
hiding
behind clouds,
too shy
to
approach you,
the flash
from
my eyes
watch you,
even
my storm
will not
speak,
i gather
my belongings
and
move on.
#hope
#clouds
#storm
#nature
#admiration
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That
bring me stones when you come back
from everywhere
of all the cracks you find
bring me pebbles and rare gems
bring me the void between the words
and throw precious stones at me
throw me to the ground with your gaze
throw sand in my eyes
and throw my remains to the stubble
bring me stones when you come back...
from everywhere
of all the cracks you find
bring me pebbles and rare gems
bring me the void between the words
and throw precious stones at me
throw me to the ground with your gaze
throw sand in my eyes
and throw my remains to the stubble
bring me stones when you come back...
#depression
#storm
#disappointment #desert
#disappointment #desert
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the storm
wind and rain were hurling their utmost at the windows and the door was
almost broken, but not quite, he told himself, I’m stronger than that ..
almost broken, but not quite, he told himself, I’m stronger than that ..
#storm
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fall
she
has been
seen there,
peeking
just outside
my windows,
her
heartfelt
beautiful changes,
fabulous,
arranged,
she held out
the promises
that she
could provide
and deliver,
her
tremendous hands
navigate
my day, my night,
i have
watched
her dance,
sometimes
giving a little,
sometimes giving
too much,
like her voice,
quiet
at moments,
thunderous
and boastful
at...
has been
seen there,
peeking
just outside
my windows,
her
heartfelt
beautiful changes,
fabulous,
arranged,
she held out
the promises
that she
could provide
and deliver,
her
tremendous hands
navigate
my day, my night,
i have
watched
her dance,
sometimes
giving a little,
sometimes giving
too much,
like her voice,
quiet
at moments,
thunderous
and boastful
at...
#trees
#rain
#storm
#fall
#nature
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Magis magisque satis est (more than enough)
"its almost humorous to
be born with a
language that’s hard
for others to hear
without .. nights are
cold yet setting my
mind on fire . .
words unfound'd
to describe our past,
present, or future (in)tense
when felt all at once.. .
when co/existing
simultaneously in each..
as if being touch'd by a
provocative lover
as if being touch'd by you
it's like an seeker of
blood honey,.
the warmest cum ever
felt pouring in deepest
parts of me..
..Just like a...
be born with a
language that’s hard
for others to hear
without .. nights are
cold yet setting my
mind on fire . .
words unfound'd
to describe our past,
present, or future (in)tense
when felt all at once.. .
when co/existing
simultaneously in each..
as if being touch'd by a
provocative lover
as if being touch'd by you
it's like an seeker of
blood honey,.
the warmest cum ever
felt pouring in deepest
parts of me..
..Just like a...
#storm
#emotions
#vulnerability
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Storm Theory
Stormy
weather rarely
makes for a dull
afternoon. The greying
skies that most despise
illuminate each time the bolts
commune. The subsequent thunder
roars because it's startled by the lightening.
The clouds cry out as desire dies, it's distant
warning leaves them frightened. The first fork
strikes, holding hands with the branch that
breaks through canvas of green. The promise
of calm and the grounding of nature take
turns to intervene. A voice through clouds
and misty rain as good a comfort
as any....
weather rarely
makes for a dull
afternoon. The greying
skies that most despise
illuminate each time the bolts
commune. The subsequent thunder
roars because it's startled by the lightening.
The clouds cry out as desire dies, it's distant
warning leaves them frightened. The first fork
strikes, holding hands with the branch that
breaks through canvas of green. The promise
of calm and the grounding of nature take
turns to intervene. A voice through clouds
and misty rain as good a comfort
as any....
#identity
#rain
#storm #wind
#storm #wind
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open hearth
the windows
sparkled
with life
from
the startled
waves
that leapt
from
the open
hearth,
the solitary
cries
of the cold
wind
never entered
the thoughts
of
the farmer's
night..
sparkled
with life
from
the startled
waves
that leapt
from
the open
hearth,
the solitary
cries
of the cold
wind
never entered
the thoughts
of
the farmer's
night..
#countryside
#storm
#night
#fire
#wind
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