Best Quiet Before The Storm Poems

I remember the look
In those big brown eyes
As you’d smile and laugh
And leave me hypnotized

I remember the touch
Of your hands so soft
How you’d hug and comfort me
And shake the cold off

I remember the taste
Of your sweet lips on mine
Enthralled in a kiss
For hours at a...

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My fingers grasp at the void, empty-handed...
My heart lingers at hollowness, emptied out...
reminiscent when time got wrinkled, worn
when night and day left,
and only nothing remained.

The embers of my burning words
 wither into the palest of ashes,
it makes me think of dead skin cells—
they are nothing...

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by Kerinth Campbell


I walk before you, all the time
Yet I have always been right here.
I hear your calls
I anticipate your sighs
I know in the silent moments when you cry.
I treasure those tears
Yes! I understand your fears
The road you think you alone are on,
I have already...

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Im stillen Kornfeld dort,
wo sie verborgen lag,
des Schnitters Sense,
da liegt jetzt sein Grab.
Und nur der Wind
verweht das letzte Wort,
das niemand mehr vernehmen mag.

Bezwinge deine Seele
und stiehl dich heimlich fort.
Damit nicht Angst dich quäle 
an jenem stillen Ort.

Die Hoffnung gibt dir Flügel
und leiht dir auch ihr...

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In the red desert of the rising sun  
In the surrealness of its silence  
The sky turned grey and ominous  
Amidst the blackened  rain   
As the suns fell into the morning sky  
Beneath the trembling ground  ...

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HUSH ....

                                 it is always quiet after a storm

    ...

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The katydid clings to my chair
Utters not a noise
A golden sun peeks from beyond
Through gray clouds only choice

The white illumination shines
Gives a glow under clouds
As fog settles in the hollow
Making a coolness proud

Wonderful time of solitude
Quiet before a storm
Noises of humanity begin
And a new day...

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“I Am”, said God to Moses
You tell the Israelites:
“I AM has sent me to you”.
I Am the truth and light.

I am the very air you breath
I am your best friend 
I am with you alway
I am, and will not end.

I am the gentle breeze you...

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Evil Shadow

The quiet before the storm, 
is more sinister...
than it has ever been. 
Because, 
there has never been a squall, 
like the one ahead.

Food, energy and resources, 
scattered about on the floor, 
stepped on, and made useless, 
changed and made harder to eat, 
and/or worse,...

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Can you hear that? 
It's the quiet before the storm 
Lets take the tour. 
You may have seen one similar.... 


Silence takes over the meadow 
sweeps through the trees 
and soon takes over the whole forest... 
Now is when the thunder comes rolling 
as if...

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To accept and absorb the grief
Of something that only you complete
That soft touch that element of care
My soul longs for your touch
The way you saw and made me see
Adjusting to the ache of silence
Pushing through the storm and the rain.

The quiet before the storm
That embrace...

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January first twenty thirteen
This New Year's first day nearly gone
It is warm, cloudy, unsettled_
Don't know what will be shown

It looks like snow, but much too warm
Coyotes' pups yap in woods
Someone cuts a treee for a fire
The sounds float through greenwoods_

There's an eerie feel in the...

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I AM LISTENING FOR MY GOD TO CALL

I gotta get closer
To the Lord 
I must come closer open up my heart
And listen
I must…
Hush!!! Be still
Listen
Position myself close to God
Immerse myself be humble
Quietly listens, listening listen
I am listening in sort
I am being quiet in the storm
I...

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Beauty graced the sky and earth that very day
Master painter's painbrush painted the clouds some with apricot~ such a hue
Surrounding these with three shades of blue..

"This is not enough", said He..
Then like magic from the Painter's brush appears a perfect reflection of the sky upon...

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Twirling dress of moistened pain
Dancing in the eye of stillness
The quiet before the storm
Dizzy, spinning, arousing feeling
Tears rising skyward, spiraling...
into a tunnel where hope treads gently
Emotion, turmoil, sailing driftwood
Shipwrecked abandonment
As faith forces eyes toward the heavens
Blissfully look into the eye of nature
Make its acquaintance for...

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