Short Violent Storm Poems

violent storm strikes 
light lilac turns violet...
dew heals bruised petals 






11th July 2019
Sponsor	Kim Rodrigues
Contest Name	haiku-hue
howmanyssyllable count 5/7/5...

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HOPE

Turbulent water, tempered by the wind
            still remains at peace
       with itself below the surface
though tossed through the most violent storm.

Janet Marie Bingham...

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Preferable for me it is, my love,

A violent storm in the open 

To brave

Than 

A single tear of pain in your eyes

To confront! 



©Demetrios Trifiatis
    7 January 2012...

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He, the lighthouse beacon 
keeping harm at bay

I, the wind tossed ship
in a violent storm near the quay

Lightning flashed, his strobe dimmed
On jagged rocks I ran aground

Flotsam floating from the wreckage
the tragic night I drowned...

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You are the peace that
Lives within, the center
Of a violent storm

You are the light that
Fills the morning
Sky, as the sun rises
At the break of dawn

You are the bliss
That makes birds to
Sing, as the sun takes
Its grand place on high

You are the love that
Lives so deep within,
Which my Spirit needs
Each day to survive....

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Hurricane winds course through an island 
deprived emotions lie like branches caught,
blown wreckage of a violent storm; 

Racing towards the eye of the storm
seeking the peace of an isolated island, 
prisoner of your thoughts you are caught; 

Tightly braided rope somehow caught 
calm intensifies and softens this storm 
a welcome gust upon a fragile island; 

My mind is an island caught in a storm....

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Defined by the wind and clouds
The violent storm came upon the shore
As waves crested against the dry sand
Leaving evidence of forcefulness
As tracks from wind and water
Gave way to new topography

Standing on the dunes, mesmerized,
I then realized change itself is imminent
There are actions for everything
There are, in turn, reactions
Define not, the source of change,
But define the effect, to understand...

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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...

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V-iewed by the guiding light, you will never go astray; 
I-nstead you will remain treading on the right way. 

B-eacon brightly shines 
A-new during fine weather; 
U-nderneath the blue sky 
T-he violent storm is 
O-ver. 

M-istakes and errors 
A-re things of the past; 
A-n effective guide that shines 
M-akes you totally trust. 
B-ecause of the Lord's word 
O-ne wrong turns so true; 
N-ovember seventeenth day 
G-uiding light shines anew....

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This night is fill with fear the aroma of blood is in the air.

And plus this night only happen once a year.

Demons walking the streets craving for fresh meat.

As they repeat these three words trick-or-treat.

Because Hollween is the only time that they feel free.

And today they will be no running from the banshee.

We will be witness to this violent storm this world is trap in a meteor swarm.

Each day is a different form of  stress our life is deform....

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One rainy day
Is peaceful and gentle
Light tapping on the window, soothing the mind
A soft mood set
Like it can wash all of your worries away
One rainy day
A violent storm
Trees swaying, threatening to break and fall
Pounding thunder scaring one under the covers
The power flickering
One rainy day
And the world is gray
Nothing matters anymore
The ambient noise numbing every sense
Stress, anxiety, depression
And you let go
For many
All it takes
Is one more rainy day...

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I had no idea it was love I was falling in,
But through the freefall I saw his eyes,
And from the eye of the hurricane we stood within,
He saw through my every disguise.

He bent my will and lit up my sky;
His thunder silenced my fear.
Coppery clouds have me wondering why
His violent storm makes my eyes see so clear.

Broke me and fixed me, he promised to carry
My burdens tattooed on his veins;
He was the thunderstorm in the valley
And I was the girl who smelled like rain....

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How fragile is life?
One minute we smile,
the next we grieve...
taking with us all vanity,
which is worthless gold!

How fragile is life?
Be aware of the one
spreading hate to defend
the hypocritical creed:
your existence means little,
or nothing to him who seeks 
blood to sacrifice any life
that appeases his god.

How fragile is life?
It's a very delicate flower
swept away by a violent storm,
which can quickly erase
the incredible beauty not seen
by the eyes pursuing death!...

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