Best Storms Poems

I think of storms I've weathered, and I smile
for those who've sought to break my heart and gain
the pleasure of defaming me with guile
now know the truth: their efforts were in vain

the thunder of their words died down in time
as did the insults hurled against...

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Without a shadow's kiss
           How blooms a hidden rose?
Without a storm's embrace 
          How does an oak repose?

In Twilight's waltz, secrets unroll
    the...

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EVE OF STORMS

As I look towards the horizon,
Without hesitation,
But with determined yet 
Heartfelt trepidation,
And see a distant angry
Storm forging forth
Its spluttering vicious curvaceous
Fearful advance holds my gaze
With historical ageless
Heartfelt emotions, 
That sink and dive,
And furl and curl, 
Knowing no one may survive!
Poseidon and Neptune take...

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Children playing, picking flowers
on this April afternoon
up and down the grassy hillside
shadows will be fading soon

As the sudden storm approaches
all of nature darkening
the children dashing homeward
to their mother's call are hearkening

The rain begins its rhythmic dance
as to their back door they both race
once inside they...

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Storms, mighty storms proceed
Coming from the far west
Bringing Pacific's anger
On their trip with a quest

The north wind howls fiercely
Uses its whip on the trees
Bending, breaking branches
Nature brought to its knees

But during this chaos 
Somehow, I'm allured
At raw power prevailing
Wonder how the weak endured

In your raging...

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The pale white skies, with a tint of setting sunlight,
Spread across the horizon beyond the hill
Gray bark, tall pines and the oak stood proud
Holding their proof of spectacular seasons passed
Wind blown snow hug the tree trunks like marshmallows
Decorative slopes, frozen in collective time
Winter has a...

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In the rocking, rolling surf I picked up a random seashell,
And just listened to the sea storms lullaby, the curling of
Spray urged a hushed soft whispering echo, what an ear
Fulfilling symphony impressed my vivid imagination of
Fertility!
Sweeping this beach combing land locked refugee, to 
A distant...

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The constant struggle
                           There's a storm inside my head
          ...

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The storms of life, they twist and fray
Rain slowly erodes our values away
Caught up in this hectic pace
Can lose ourselves without a trace
Sometimes it seems it's all illusion
Leaving us in great confusion
Wind and rain, blowing sands
The future nestled in our hands
Be wary of the constant...

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Fierce wind fans aghast! energy release
Somber clouds aggregate longing deep cry. . .
Rocket to train slam-bang sounds reign the skies!
Acid bitter sky tears aged litter wry!
Boogie titanic waves contest to flee!

Lightning rocks like disco lights vivid trance!
Giving birth to fearsome galore of storm. . ....

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A storm is brewing inside and out.
Can you hear distant thunder roll?
It mimics the buffeting of his clout,
clouds match the darkness of his soul.

Lightening strikes with its cruel bolts
As quickly as his hand pummels me.
The pain feels like a thousand volts.
From both angry storms I...

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When hearts are enraged 
 by storms they cannot control
 Violent actions may lead
 to murder most foul

 A heart filled with hate
 will not hesitate
 to kill those it despises
 Life it will annihilate 

 Jealousy, that green eyed monster
 Can turn brother against...

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The earth trembles in fear
As the sky goes through yet another rough time
Tears falling from the sky
Falling on me, as I walk into danger
The cool breeze calming my spirit
The whispering wind telling of her (depressing) story

Its beautiful to me
The earth is alive yet again

You have...

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The Wind

The Rain

The Thunder

And The Lightning

All Come Togethere As One To Become A Wild Storms Bride-Groom


Note: Not finished!...

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When the sky begins to rumble,
and the clouds are both black and gray. 
I think it may be God’s signal,
and a good time for man to pray.

For like when a storm is coming,
or it’s just a chaotic day.
It’s a sign that things are changing,
and a...

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