Best Violent Storm Poems
The Storm
The winds of anger blow
fierce against me.
Cold sheets of driven rain
like tears sting my eyes.
Growling thunder strikes
terror in my heart.
I fear the deadly strike of charged
bolts of retribution.
I see the eye of the storm
approaching.
In it I see you walking
towards me.
Your hand extended in
forgiveness.
The violent storm is
suddenly gone.
Baby girl, it seems like you have been gone forever,
I want you here by my side, 'cause we belong together,
You lift me off of my feet, you got me flying like a feather,
Floating in the atrocious storm, but only your smile can change my weather,
I find myself laying down just eye-balling the phone,
'Cause your lovely warm voice, keeps me from being alone,
I try calling you, but all i hear is voice mails and dial tones,
Missing you hurts my heart, like an emotion-packed cyclone,
And that very violent storm, is not enough to take down my love pillars,
Not even death, nothing in this galaxy will be my love's killer,
My love for you is strong, it can overcome any obstacles,
The stormy rain rolls off my face, and drips just like a Popsicle,
And i start to touch myself, but yet my body's all dry,
The rain didn't affect me, and i know the reason why,
'Cause even though we're millions of miles apart,
I will forever and always belong to your heart,
Nothing in the world would make me depart,
From the heart of my lover, that i loved from the start.
Very strong message taking form,
Coming like a violent storm,
Warning of nation’s moral low,
Unaware of approaching foe.
Ignorant! How this world beguiles!
Blind to the culture’s subtle changes,
Dull to enemy’s evil wiles,
Naïve on immoral binges.
Stressed out by malignant ills.
Misguided by bureaucrat vow.
Duped by sharp marketing skills.
Depending on NASDAQ or the Dow.
Wake up, see the coming dark storm,
In midst of silver lining.
Judgment framed by hope’s reform.
Urgent need for land’s refining.
Death belies the darkness summoned,
tombstone-colored is the sky,
shards of memories merely fragments,
wailing wind the sole reply.
Violent storm winds strip the tree limbs
like a poltergeist, unseen,
tawdry feeders, heavy wind chimes,
beat against the window screens.
Waiting for the glass to shatter,
like so many childhood dreams,
china teacups, rosebud patterned
in the dustpan, unredeemed.
© 2009 Danielle White
In mania, the body unbinds itself.
The skeleton’s dense marrow becomes hollow,
an avian adjustment. It is accelerated evolution.
Fluttering and floating in a slew of thoughts
like nervous wind chime chatter.
My brother blew in through the rattling gate
accompanied by October’s cruelest gale.
Eyes unwillingly wide, levered by a crowbar
his hazel doorways ripped from their hinges.
He ran fervently through the streets of West Chester
with lungs coated with cannabis and amphetamines
until there was blood beneath his toenails, dripping out
just like Jesus’ wine weeping out from his searing limbs.
As he entered into the home of our distant childhood,
his back burned from the warm wrath of penitent leather
the self-flagellation, the begging for the flames of Purgatory
To appease the eyes of a looming Lord
his fate-sealing gaze hidden in twilight’s comforting veil
He says he holds a guilt beyond human comprehension,
that he is an evil person. I tell him we are just flawed people.
After a decade of intentful detachment, my brother cracks open
his ribcage as it blooms like a flower from his sternum.
He says there is a sickness in his soul, and that I will
never truly know him.
My mother and father have had heads made of granite
since he has come home. There are heavy eyes shadowed with
bags made of storm clouds. They have prayed with their
clergy. They have contacted multiple attorneys.
My sibling is a storm that has wrought ruin, but
he can heal. His violent storm might sow a beautiful season
The warmth of his first real smile will bring upon renaissance,
and as the tears and snot seep into the soil of my shoulder
our cheeks may grow a vibrant emerald moss.
Alas when specificity is masked in its duplicity
to temper its intensity it may have a propensity
to touch the edges gently to stimulate us mentally
to hide within the lilting verse a subliminally errant curse
with subtle lines a bit too terse - then again it could be worse
they could insert an asterisk - induce headshaking “tsk tsk tsks”
So when asked to specify, I try, I try, I truly try
to force my words into “the norm”, confine my ink, make it conform
and yet it flows – a violent storm, from deep within a whirlwind born
a spinning, loud and raucous horn wailing from a pen pricks thorn
howling in both joy and pain, ranting at both sun and rain
sitting ‘tween tracks rusted stain waving to life’s passing train.
The trick - to call a word a word - not split it with poetic sword
claim it left us empty, bored or thrilled, awakened, reassured
the trick – to let the words find us to chip away our readers rust
outwit our “learned” poets crust, open our hearts and slowly trust
that in its harsh simplicity it stabs with cold specificity
at the edges of rigidity and the barriers ‘’tween you and me.
John G. Lawless
©3/29/2019
There is a need for footprints on the sea.
The sea, prepared for shalom break, not yet.
Sodden, the boat's high walls extend. The lee,
The Life’s on way, two feet, the time is set.
Jesus, the Creator, did water splash,
as deep, you walked, toward the disciples’ tears?
Pelted by raindrop score, the storm cloud’s lash.
You arrived, just in time, to still their fears.
In rocking boat, one other day, You slept.
The calm and peace, the grace of Christ, bestowed.
Inner and outer strength - with crowd You wept,
Between life and resurrection, line towed.
Authority of God - imparts His will.
Christ speaks to waves and storms, and us, “Be Still.”
Immediately he (Jesus) made the disciples get into the boat and go ahead of him to the other side…Meanwhile the boat was already some distance from land, battered by the waves…Jesus came toward them walking on the sea…When they (Jesus and Peter) got into the boat the wind ceased…(They) worshipped him and said, “Truly you are the Son of God.”
—Matthew 14:22, 24, 25, 32
Suddenly a violent storm arose on the sea, so that the boat was being swamped by the waves—but Jesus kept sleeping…”Lord, save us! We’re going to die!”…He (Jesus) got up and rebuked the winds and the sea, and there was a great calm
—Matthew 8:24, 25, 26
When Jesus arrived, he found that Lazarus had already been in the tomb four days…Jesus wept…(Jesus spoke to Father God) After he said this he shouted with a loud voice, “Lazarus, come out!” The dead man came out (they unwrapped him)
—John:17, 35, 43
Jesus told him (Thomas), “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. If you know me, you will also know my Father. From now on you do know him and have seen him.
—John 14:6-7
Fear not the violent storm
I am comfort safe and warm
Treasure all you hold so dear
Taste the memory of a falling tear
Never forget things of the past
Let their wind fill your mask
Hold your course steady and true
Be the person I see in you
Through out your journey never fear
Know in your heart that I am near
Never more than a whisper away
I'll always hear what you pray
I am the beacon, "The beacon of light"
Guiding you through this stormy night
I realize you are tired and sore
Come maroon your ship up on my shore
And after this storm has had its way
Tomorrow will be a much nicer day
A day for you to sit and write
Of the comfort found in a, "beacon of light"
When the call of the Lord came to Jonah,
“set out for the great land of Nineveh!”
he was angry inside,
and decided to hide,
on a Tarshish bound ship leaving Joppa.
Then the Lord sent a great wind on the sea,
ne’er a more violent storm could there be,
there on destiny’s brink,
the ship threatened to sink,
while, old Jonah, was below deck asleep.
Surely, each sailor’s heart fainted with fear,
as the ship they were unable to steer.
“Wake up, Jonah!” they cried,
“get thee quickly topside,
and fervently beg your God to draw near!”
Now, Jonah knew that this storm was for him,
as in his heart he remembered his sin,
he thought he was sunk,
when they gave him the dunk,
and had to choose whether to sink or to swim.
As soon as Jonah met up with the ocean,
Both the winds and the waves ceased commotion,
then along came a whale,
and old Jonah grew pale,
as it swallowed him up in one motion!
Three long days in that big fish he stayed,
vowing never again would he stray,
relieved not to be dead,
and with kelp on his head,
onto dry land, our dear Jonah was sprayed!
Please, allow me, now this moral to mention,
that when the Lord God gives thee direction,
you must not delay,
set out right away,
His good judgment you must never question.
Should by chance, you hear God’s voice compelling,
“ head thee out to Bangladesh or New Delhi,”
best get on the right boat,
and pray that it floats,
lest you end up kelp covered and smelly!
Dreams of spring
The violent storm has passed
The sun has risen
Hopes have been resurrected
Phototropic dreams have been awoken
The skies are at peace now
Their tears have dried up
The clouds have lightened up
Sorrows from the sky have ceased to flow
Arids lands have been watered
Plants have garnered strength to shoot
Streams are no longer stagnant and silent
Nature's bread has been battered
Seeds of survival are germinating
The mighty waters have fallen
Oaks and shrubs have been swayed but remain standing
The soil's soul has been quenched of thirst
The wilderness is singing joyfully
We too celebrate the rain, and treasure the sunrise;
Then we go home and tilt the soil
And let nature sing the praises.
As the fog settles in the vale
thick, heavy white as snow
Like a blanket resting in place
But mad Mockingbirds row
Barnyard Swallows check out realestate
As tender oak leaves shine
The dampness penetrates
Fog coats thoughts and all that's mine
Confusion rides upon the air
That stillness conveys fear
What is coming in the quiet
Is a violent storm near?
A heavy hand seems to pressure
Weighs down my peace of mind
There's a sun hidden behind clouds
Feelings there undefined
Maybe the sense that there'll be many
Left behind, soon saved gone
Satan will come in His full power
Terror will start to dawn
Earth has seen nothing so severe
Three and one-half years pass
Then horror will reign here even
Earth will bear many carcass
unfinished
Like tornadoes passed
flood waters receded
and hurricanes stilled
he was gone-
the 'worst was over'
and somehow
supposedly
life got right up
and carried on
So they said, in time
I’d get better
I would forget it happened at all
but they didn’t see
the damage in me
my soul left twisted
mangled and mauled
Whispers of past pain
mindless manipulation
echoing off my walls
of alienation
shrouded
in shadows of shame-
Cruel words curling
around my brain
endlessly repeating
his refrain
“worth-less”
“use-less”
“less”
“less”
“less”
Subtracting from
the sum of me
until there's nothing
left of me
and no way- how
to fill this space
Like aftermath
of violent storm
he’s left debris
and chaos behind
and blown away
the best of me
Roof and siding
torn off exposing
the brittle timbers
and broken framing
of years spent blaming
he was the cross
I silently bore
and now that I am
finally free
I’m at a loss
to imagine more
What it would look like
or be made of-
a home for a windblown
wandering waif-
place of comfort
kindness and healing
where I’d be whole
happy and safe?
The water swirled
and then was still
a calm appeared;
but below was frantic .
Lurking in the deep,
cold , dark underneath
was a large and ferocious
striped beast.
Again the water churned
and the small darted away
seeking a shelter; an escape
from the striped’s feast.
A line was thrown
under a bow drooping low
a popping of the line
as it came slowly toward
the one so anxious for a feast.
With the sudden rush
a violent storm appeared
without so much of a warning
the line grew taunt
amid an explosion of sound and fury.
Mighty was the noise
and fearsome yet the fight
as a warrior and his adversary
fought to see if the other would give flight.
Then as quick as it began
it was over in a flash
the water was stilled
the noise drifted away
and calm returned in the midst of a summer day.
The water swirled
and then was still
a calm appeared;
but below was frantic .
Lurking in the deep,
cold , dark underneath
was a large and ferocious
striped beast.
Again the water churned
and the small darted away
seeking a shelter; an escape
from the striped’s feast.
A line was thrown
under a bow drooping low
a popping of the line
as it came slowly toward
the one so anxious for a feast.
With the sudden rush
a violent storm appeared
without so much of a warning
the line grew taunt
amid an explosion of sound and fury.
Mighty was the noise
and fearsome yet the fight
as a warrior and his adversary
fought to see if the other would give flight.
Then as quick as it began
it was over in a flash
the water was stilled
the noise drifted away
and calm returned in the midst of a summer day.
The emotion of your call came over me and I can't stay impassible
this silent keyboard which I can get wonderful sound
my fingers are moving, and can not resist petting and be sensible
the first notes escape and fly in dark night aground
The night is conducive to desire and fantasy
each note one by one is delicately balanced
stronger than a caprice, in pleasure I slip easily
Soft music flies to a new space, light and spiced
I feel within me with every movement of my hands
as a violent storm, strong and melodious
this wave through me and takes me far away to the end
in a world of accents lyrical and harmonious
The strength of a desire expressed beyond the mountains and seas
the inevitable need to create and to leave in the joy of playing
I lose myself In a divine and solitary ecstasy which it releases
under the sweet stare of the silvery moon smiling
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L'émotion de ton appel m'envahit et je ne peux rester insensible
sur ce clavier muet d'où peuvent sortir de belles sonorités
mes doigts glissent, commencent à le caresser, en gestes paisibles
les premières notes s'échappent et s'envolent avec célérité
La nuit est propice aux fantasmes et aux désirs
avec délicatesse chaque note est harmonieuse
plus fort qu'un caprice, je me laisse aller au plaisir
une musique douce vole vers une autre dimension gracieuse
Je sens en moi à chaque mouvement de mes mains
comme une violente bourrasque aux accords mélodieux
cette onde qui me traverse et qui m'emporte très loin
dans un monde aux accents lyriques harmonieux
La force d'un désir exprimé au delà des montagnes et des mers
le besoin inévitable de se livrer à la joie de jouer
libère mon extase divine et solitaire dans laquelle je me perds
sous le regard doux et bienveillant de la lune argentée.