Storm Poems | Examples of Storm Poetry

I should have seen it coming when the sky got dark, A shadow creeping, stealing every spark. The air grew heavy, silent, and too still, A whispered warning on a lonely hill. I missed the signs, the fading of the light, Too lost in moments, beautiful and bright. The distant thunder, soft at first, then loud, A tear unspoken, hidden in a...

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Dragon was rainbow warrior’s cartooning muse She bought swirls of turquoise and purples to the canvases Rainbow warrior was fiery and fierce like her muse Together they were the storm...

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"The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire". Rains then poured out like held-back tears of anger, shedding emotions from the sky like a recently heartbroken damsel. The raindrops beat on the rusty roof— a drum that only children could dance to. But they danced not in the house, but right there...

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After the storm, everything was still— but not peaceful. Just... wrong. Shingles scattered like leaves. Walls torn open like someone needed to look inside. A tricycle, flipped over. Bent. One wheel spun, slow. It kept going like it didn’t notice the end of the world. A child sat near the wreckage. Barefoot. Silent. Mouth open—but no sound. I watched. Wanted to speak. But silence had teeth. And it bit down hard....

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Why do we call the good old days, good? Grandma was always talking, talking about the days that had passed. I wonder if they were really that good, or does our mind play a trick on us? Grandma loved sitting on her porch, looking out over her land in her rocking chair. Now the old rustic white fence, is falling down...

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Occasionally the weather forecast can be of help: by poet Does the sky and the sea have a mind of their own? It was a tranquil day. I started the motor Of my boat and headed out in the bay. Suddenly all changed. Sky became overcast and heavy. The sea became restless. Gulls squawked above me in derision. My heart felt...

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It wasn't the storm that ravaged the dark sky, nor the heavy silence that settled like a velvet shroud, not the muffled cry beneath layers of quiet breath, but a single tear, from the left eye, falling secretively, slow and full of meanings, carving its deep truth on the face of a man who had never known tears. They say the...

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´ for : This or That Vol. 33 sponsor : Edward Ibeh submission date : 26/5/25 ___________ Along With The Thunder Along with the Thunder came Tempestas, goddess of storms turtle doves scattered on corrugated roof, grey feathers flying when glimpsing her fierce amber countenance this is time of rattling cracked panes loose screws when weather ruled, seemingly profane warmonger wind howls or laughs...

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Dark clouds start to mass, Distant rumble, wind picks up, Tempest drawing near. ©bfa051725 ...

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Edward Ibeh's This Or That, Vol. 33 Contest...posted 21 May 25 [Verse 1] Most folks flinch when the skies turn black, Shut their doors, never once look back. But I’ve always loved a storm’s bold rise, The holy hush before the skies. [Pre-Chorus] I’ll stand barefoot on the porch alone, Let lightning carve the clouds in stone. Each drumbeat closer, wild and strong— It’s more...

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It sounds like the angels are throwing furniture at each other Such crashing and bashing! I listen to the hard rock channel There is a lull; I peek outside. Rain drizzles down my window. I switch stations to classical; the kind of music you find in Fantasia. Lightning flashes outside smash along well with the frenzy in this...

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Weightlessness My soul floats "along with the thunder," Saturated with impending rain, Scattered back throughout the earth, Lost among ancient ruins and countless seas. I awaken, feeling hollowness within my quivering heart. Frantically getting dressed, The front door blows open— Listening to its siren's call. Piece by fragile piece, I must absorb it back into my mortal coil. Hike through deadly nightshade-tangled forests, Sleep amongst somber...

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Beat the drum softly, and beat it with heart, Lay down a rhythm that rises from soul; Small though indeed is the size of our part, That which it is, we can still play in full. Loud are the clashes that crash from the street, Ominous thunder that thrashes from storm; Myriad pacing of multitude feet, Let still not chaos be your...

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Standing on a crag Frozen against the storm Wrap another layer on Rain biting through me Throwing coins to the waves Trading hope for affection Thunder without lightning Blind on wet rocks You pull up alongside me Drawing back the clouds Peeling off the wet layers Baring my skin to the Sun Taking me below decks Holding me while I shiver Safe and warm in your embrace Melting into...

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