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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Thunderstruck
Tied, to the middle of a railway track
Hell, there was no, no turning back
Under the guns, sound of the drums
No help, no help from you
Down on my knees
Even askin please
Riding into town
Saw all the lights go down
Texas, yeah, Texas, and we had some fun
Read all the rules
Undid some fools
Cloud 99 had a good time
Kids been................ Thunderstruck !!!!!!
Hell, there was no, no turning back
Under the guns, sound of the drums
No help, no help from you
Down on my knees
Even askin please
Riding into town
Saw all the lights go down
Texas, yeah, Texas, and we had some fun
Read all the rules
Undid some fools
Cloud 99 had a good time
Kids been................ Thunderstruck !!!!!!
#childhood
#storm
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Thunderstruck
Thame and sage oracle feed
Heroin plasma wanted for life
Underground party the Lord
Neurones vacant for transistor
D day we are prepared
Ecstacy while thunder strikes you
Renegade master find me
Sex on the beach
Time to rock
Rain and storm
Ulogy
Cocaine fever
Killers and murder
The end
Heroin plasma wanted for life
Underground party the Lord
Neurones vacant for transistor
D day we are prepared
Ecstacy while thunder strikes you
Renegade master find me
Sex on the beach
Time to rock
Rain and storm
Ulogy
Cocaine fever
Killers and murder
The end
#happiness
#storm
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Bolt
The storm was brewing in the distance...
He could feel it in his bones!
Under the dark clouds waiting.
Nervous and excited at the same time.
Dreaming of catching the perfect shot...
Every second counted as he aimed his camera.
Ready to capture the moment of glory.
Suddenly, a flash of light illuminated the scene...
The bolt of lightning struck the tower!
Right pressed the shutter button with a smile.
Unbelievable, he thought, he did it.
Caught the image of a lifetime...
Knowing he was thunderstruck by the beauty.
He could feel it in his bones!
Under the dark clouds waiting.
Nervous and excited at the same time.
Dreaming of catching the perfect shot...
Every second counted as he aimed his camera.
Ready to capture the moment of glory.
Suddenly, a flash of light illuminated the scene...
The bolt of lightning struck the tower!
Right pressed the shutter button with a smile.
Unbelievable, he thought, he did it.
Caught the image of a lifetime...
Knowing he was thunderstruck by the beauty.
#storm
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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From the sky 2
With long jagged teeth,
lightning cleverly concealed itself
from prey, behind a cloud's brush.
Waiting
patiently
to strike.
lightning cleverly concealed itself
from prey, behind a cloud's brush.
Waiting
patiently
to strike.
#storm
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I don't give a rat's ass about the weather
I care about the planet
How we humans ruined it
But on a day to day basis
I don't give a flying fuck about it
I work outside
Don't own a car
When it's freezing I layer up
When it's hot I wear less
That's it
Weather obsession is not sexy
It's like wearing beige
Don't be proud of it
Got it ?
How we humans ruined it
But on a day to day basis
I don't give a flying fuck about it
I work outside
Don't own a car
When it's freezing I layer up
When it's hot I wear less
That's it
Weather obsession is not sexy
It's like wearing beige
Don't be proud of it
Got it ?
#anger
#storm
#CallToAction
#frustration
#LifeCycle
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The Storm ( a haiku )
Reeds yield to the wind
Stems move ripples on the pond
Thunder breaks silence
Stems move ripples on the pond
Thunder breaks silence
#LifeStruggles
#storm
#nature
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Event
Whoever opens the door is not counting
to see the face of those who come
from behind...
Stabbed in the womb.
The insides unfurled!
Whistling wind
in the cracks…
Whoever opens the door
is not waiting
to have their face licked
by the wind.
The smell of ferns
passing under the door and
the muffled hinges
by the creaking of drying clothes.
Whoever opens the door is not thinking
to take with the door
In the face.
to see the face of those who come
from behind...
Stabbed in the womb.
The insides unfurled!
Whistling wind
in the cracks…
Whoever opens the door
is not waiting
to have their face licked
by the wind.
The smell of ferns
passing under the door and
the muffled hinges
by the creaking of drying clothes.
Whoever opens the door is not thinking
to take with the door
In the face.
#courage
#storm
#wind
#mirror
#confessional
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her lover (the rain)
she stood silent,
waiting,
for the storm
to shed
its raindrops,
as she began to shed
her clothing,
i watched her
completely nude
in the rain,
her open arms
inviting
each silver drop,
to confront her,
to kiss her lips,
singing to her,
their light footsteps
moved as she danced,
making her swaying breast
glisten,
still clinging to her,
tasting every inch
of her skin,
they soon were
devouring
the essence,
the very center ...
waiting,
for the storm
to shed
its raindrops,
as she began to shed
her clothing,
i watched her
completely nude
in the rain,
her open arms
inviting
each silver drop,
to confront her,
to kiss her lips,
singing to her,
their light footsteps
moved as she danced,
making her swaying breast
glisten,
still clinging to her,
tasting every inch
of her skin,
they soon were
devouring
the essence,
the very center ...
#rain
#storm
#freedom
#passion
#emotions
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rain songs
your curved
white
tiny waves
forming,
clear outlines,
you break
the surface
with thin
drumming,
sing
your rain
songs,
sing down
on us,
your stories
anchor
themselves
along
our shoreline.
white
tiny waves
forming,
clear outlines,
you break
the surface
with thin
drumming,
sing
your rain
songs,
sing down
on us,
your stories
anchor
themselves
along
our shoreline.
#rain
#storm
#wind
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not wearing conversations
i will
not wear
these
conversations
outside today,
it is
too cold
for steady
employment
in that
cold air,
that breath
which wants
nothing more
than
to see me
run
and hide,
to admit
i have
been
too comfortable
inside.
not wear
these
conversations
outside today,
it is
too cold
for steady
employment
in that
cold air,
that breath
which wants
nothing more
than
to see me
run
and hide,
to admit
i have
been
too comfortable
inside.
#storm
#wind
#nature
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Huron Shores
Greying skies
An approaching storm
darkens fens
on Huron shores
Lonely cedars
in a sea of grass and rush
Dots of colour
tiny orchids,
bladderwort
paintbrush
They bear the brunt
Wind, rain, snow
from far across the lake
Sentinel cedars
Clinging to tiny hummocks
Battered
a lifetime of storms
Sturdy, stunted trees
Standing corpses
eroded by the lake’s power
Dead branches, stripped of bark
Bleached white
Stabbing from trunks
like sharpened...
An approaching storm
darkens fens
on Huron shores
Lonely cedars
in a sea of grass and rush
Dots of colour
tiny orchids,
bladderwort
paintbrush
They bear the brunt
Wind, rain, snow
from far across the lake
Sentinel cedars
Clinging to tiny hummocks
Battered
a lifetime of storms
Sturdy, stunted trees
Standing corpses
eroded by the lake’s power
Dead branches, stripped of bark
Bleached white
Stabbing from trunks
like sharpened...
#storm
#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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