Poems About Storms by Top Critiquers
#storm
Poems about storms by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Home is where I want to be
The night came on all dismal and profound
the sea acting ever so violent
by the rapid wind howling around
I needed to vanish, to flee
Higher and higher the seas did surge
gale winds louder and louder
vessel consuming water, partly submerged
with torn and shivering sails
Up ahead bleak hills and barren sands
lighthouse flashing so bright
grateful our vessel spotted land
home is where I want to be
the sea acting ever so violent
by the rapid wind howling around
I needed to vanish, to flee
Higher and higher the seas did surge
gale winds louder and louder
vessel consuming water, partly submerged
with torn and shivering sails
Up ahead bleak hills and barren sands
lighthouse flashing so bright
grateful our vessel spotted land
home is where I want to be
#home
#rhyming
#sea #storm
#sea #storm
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MY FAVORITE RAINBOW COLOR
As the storm rages
and the billows roar
and the wind sings
its own songs;
as promised the storm
passes, the sky starts
to clear, the birds begin
to sing and harvest their meal;
and there, as promised,
is the rainbow with its
amazing hues: yellow, green,
crimson, and blue all perfectly
painted by the hands of nature;
as the sun shines behind the
rare work of art, I am fascinated
by my favorite color, blue...why?
I'll tell you why after the next storm.
and the billows roar
and the wind sings
its own songs;
as promised the storm
passes, the sky starts
to clear, the birds begin
to sing and harvest their meal;
and there, as promised,
is the rainbow with its
amazing hues: yellow, green,
crimson, and blue all perfectly
painted by the hands of nature;
as the sun shines behind the
rare work of art, I am fascinated
by my favorite color, blue...why?
I'll tell you why after the next storm.
#rain
#storm
#rainbow #wind
#rainbow #wind
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I see you all clear now see me
with recognition I remember you brothers
of Heaven before we lay eyes on Her
there is a dark woman who claims he encountered her not created her
she was seduced and drew Her portrait
then chained her
after learning her magics
he did dominate her using Adam to humiliate Her
He wanted a show in other words
her children with him rejected
because they were born of his darkness and rape
in terror she released them to Lu to care for
he would not give her peace they found heaven in hell
and Lu taught them self love
his...
of Heaven before we lay eyes on Her
there is a dark woman who claims he encountered her not created her
she was seduced and drew Her portrait
then chained her
after learning her magics
he did dominate her using Adam to humiliate Her
He wanted a show in other words
her children with him rejected
because they were born of his darkness and rape
in terror she released them to Lu to care for
he would not give her peace they found heaven in hell
and Lu taught them self love
his...
#children
#dark
#family #storm
#family #storm
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Vulnerability and Hellfire
Sometimes
Your give me your vulnerable
One moment at a time
Each syllable
Dancing
A rthymic flow
Graceful and amorous
Or a moody storm
Either way
I can't resist
The sweet sensation
Or your fiery finish
That is you
Your give me your vulnerable
One moment at a time
Each syllable
Dancing
A rthymic flow
Graceful and amorous
Or a moody storm
Either way
I can't resist
The sweet sensation
Or your fiery finish
That is you
#fire
#narrative
#storm #vulnerability
#storm #vulnerability
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AT THE BURST OF THE CLOUD
#sex
#rain
#storm #rhyming
#storm #rhyming
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Calm before the storm
WHY is it always before the storm that hangs in the rain drops, that just before the storm arrives that the atmosphere, slowly began to take a shape and form over the world 🌎 For sure you can make an aura of space and time out of the deepness of the sounds, of the rain drops hitting the ground still protecting you ☔ as it falls from the skies, as the clouds begin to change. From white to gray then dark, taking forms of different stages, as the rain is echoing in the back ground like tapping, on a old tin roof that over time has become rusted, and beat up from the pounding, like...
#clouds
#earth
#rain
#storm
#wind
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Storm
In the night your electricity
flashes upon my vein's doorsteps.
Your thunder's roar roams
my brain's craving cortex.
You are here.
No longer protected by just near.
Rain thrashes my ground,
liquid lust.
Flashing, roaring, drenching.
Invitationless.
Away blows my dress,
naked plains of flesh.
To receive your storm.
My deep soul severely
transformed.
flashes upon my vein's doorsteps.
Your thunder's roar roams
my brain's craving cortex.
You are here.
No longer protected by just near.
Rain thrashes my ground,
liquid lust.
Flashing, roaring, drenching.
Invitationless.
Away blows my dress,
naked plains of flesh.
To receive your storm.
My deep soul severely
transformed.
#lust
#rain
#storm
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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...
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...
#rain
#storm
#water #obsession
#water #obsession
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Outside
the rain beats a keyboard
of leaves, mingles as music
with summer dust and drought—
clears a corridor, preparing
for the Autumnal Equinox
When a storm passes
as it always does, we who remain
carry on, pick up the fallen
flotsam and jetsom of debri—
in whatever form
the whirlwind left behind
Everything is fresh, clean—
largely green amid change;
and, ready to carry on
with whatever Life brings
because, Poetry
~
of leaves, mingles as music
with summer dust and drought—
clears a corridor, preparing
for the Autumnal Equinox
When a storm passes
as it always does, we who remain
carry on, pick up the fallen
flotsam and jetsom of debri—
in whatever form
the whirlwind left behind
Everything is fresh, clean—
largely green amid change;
and, ready to carry on
with whatever Life brings
because, Poetry
~
#trees
#storm
#fall
#nature
#metaphor
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blown away
the sun lost his dominance
as thick clouds bullied him into shadow
turning afternoon to complete darkness
no thunder...no lightning...no rain
only the gods breath in full fury
& things meant to stand tall & proud became horizontal
abasing themselves in the face of it
fallen trees & sundered limbs covered the streets
those caught unaware
{among them...my daughter...}
forced to dodge flying debris
we had no warning
& with one loud boom...power gave out
my tiny basement with its crowding...
as thick clouds bullied him into shadow
turning afternoon to complete darkness
no thunder...no lightning...no rain
only the gods breath in full fury
& things meant to stand tall & proud became horizontal
abasing themselves in the face of it
fallen trees & sundered limbs covered the streets
those caught unaware
{among them...my daughter...}
forced to dodge flying debris
we had no warning
& with one loud boom...power gave out
my tiny basement with its crowding...
#confessional
#nature
#storm #universe
#storm #universe
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~the shadow bird
the sudden storming in silhouetty tauktae bird
spreads shadowy high. ..an umbrellaing heavy
eclipsing fallen span of an enshrouding silence..
casts now, the corroding universal erode mode
-a thorough nonstop soulsap~ squeegeeing in
inhumane landfall famine, of the mirage hearts...
fuming off... until all the sparse stuck
remnantal lil dome dotting droplets.. of
warm wet~blotty habitat hut spots...
& the blinding mirrorsuns hung within..
in pure concentrate calendar springs
of the Himalayan...
spreads shadowy high. ..an umbrellaing heavy
eclipsing fallen span of an enshrouding silence..
casts now, the corroding universal erode mode
-a thorough nonstop soulsap~ squeegeeing in
inhumane landfall famine, of the mirage hearts...
fuming off... until all the sparse stuck
remnantal lil dome dotting droplets.. of
warm wet~blotty habitat hut spots...
& the blinding mirrorsuns hung within..
in pure concentrate calendar springs
of the Himalayan...
#love
#storm
#faith
#apocalypse
#pandemic
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retribution
these storms
held back
by
the sun,
wanting
nothing more
than
to give
all of its
retribution,
where
nothing
is safe,
where
nothing
is pure,
taking the
comfort away
from
the masses,
and replace
it all
with fear.
held back
by
the sun,
wanting
nothing more
than
to give
all of its
retribution,
where
nothing
is safe,
where
nothing
is pure,
taking the
comfort away
from
the masses,
and replace
it all
with fear.
#nature
#rain
#sky
#storm
#wind
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