Storm Poems | Examples of Storm Poetry

As the warmer temperatures rise Suddenly storms comprise Sun faded Winds blew mightier Cluster of Clouds gathered Darkened skies got darker Lightning bolts after lightning bolts were streaking here and there Rain poured unmeasurable Thunder spoke Humility came to a brief end in cool Refreshing soak Storm passed Brief and swift Damp ground Quickly dried Summer storm Many more to follow Summer fun Never outdone ...

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He’s someone she once knew. He’s the reason she loves the rain and why she finds herself always waiting for the next storm. The bigger the storm, the more she remembers, sitting on the back porch at Angel Ave, wrapped in his arms. He always made her feel safe during the loud cracks of thunder. The...

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So, "let it ***ing rain." "The death of us." Drowned in fire and ice. "Good knight" Carrie you broke my heart But, you, Crystal, shattered my heart, mind, and soul....

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Tropical storms bring Devastation, hurt and pain And harm to others...

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The whirlwind rolled in rings at the eyewall, Wild gale blew through the open tropical field. I'd forgotten to close the windows tight, And the ensuing rain inundated each inch of my niche. The hurricane hurriedly stripped the veld of its peace. Dry air pacified the expanse of the grassland, The massive flood drained into a sunken cesspool, My thoughts swayed to...

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Rain falls on windows; Beautiful notes on the panes. Faint sounds of thunder; Memories flooding my mind- Consciousness waters' raging. Crack! Lightning flashes; Illuminating shadows- Darkness is preferred. ...

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pain is like a storm rivers of tears overflow with cold chill and flood sharp arrows from the dark clouds pierce into my hope for joy strong wind whips my heart hurting my spirit and soul but not my firm faith...

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A ghost still lingering in my head, a shadow of what once was Echoes of your voice, did I hear amongst them a mournful sob I walk on, I walk on, I walk on There is no point in looking back; I can’t change what can’t be My heart is broken, but at least this broken heart remains free I...

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from the forest deep she came like one jaguar gently prowling drawn there by my late-day flame typhoon in the distance howling black hair with a coal-blue sheen eyes like ink that shimmered golden ...

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Something was changing one day— I felt it when a cool breeze blew. Restless branches danced and swayed while the world around me grew silent. With the first touches of rain I smelled ozone in the air and in a moment of glory raised my arms. I embraced the moment as mine alone but looked for the word to describe how I felt like...

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stretching hands pointing out blaming skies yearning for the sunlight without any ability to radiate with own might when it's asked for the rain, it shudders; for blue hue, its yellow beams remain unfathomable during typhoon because here at the center of storm there is no swarming heavy rain's tune the piece of ice flake don't seem to fit the moment it dropped on the puzzle just give it...

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Here at our rooftop, collegiate, ‘resort of the mind,’ an early heatwave has struck - we’ve been advised. Like we needed it. It’s 94°f and climbing - we’re not insensitive. We’re aware that the sun is bright and the air is crisp and hot. It was Friday morning, until the sun pointed to noon. Nothing’s going to stop the summer...

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lord i know the storm yes i am sure i have walked in the path of rain before lord i know the storm before...

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I feel it all.. the highs, the lows.. The silent grief that never shows. I smile like I’ve not seen the fire.. But flames still flicker beneath the wire. I play it cool, a practiced game.. While inside burns a nameless flame. A storm of thoughts, both sharp and deep.. That churns beneath what looks like sleep. I’ve danced through hell at a...

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