Storms Poems - Poems about Storms

Smooth flows rivers perform as nature intended. Even when storms send it to churn, its God bequeathed responses are right on. Not so, emotions in my heart, ripping me from faith's base. I long for cued smooth flows. ...

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

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How merciful the is Neptune that we must travel the sea does Poseidon make the waters choppy might man wish to conquer the seas As woman treats the world horrible might she find a lover then she'll smile Vishwakarma ,ay bless the ship maker only for Neptune to curse him the ship stands tall in the what are cat tails to drift into the stream through the...

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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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No one may ever truly see The storms you hide so silently. But you don’t need their eyes to gleam— You’ll build your crown from every dream. A princess now, a queen you’ll rise, With fire behind your gentle eyes. One day you’ll shine, a blazing star, Your light will heal the hearts afar. ...

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When it rains it catches you completely off guard No mercy when it thunders and comes down hard Your mind and heart starts to go down memory lane Thinking about accidents and love that went in vain It's inconvenient and it slows normal activities down But it provides clean air leaving a saturated ground It's cold and could be deadly...

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She started crying in the middle of rages— not the soft kind, but sharp, like she’d cut herself on something I couldn’t see. She slammed drawers. Shouted at a spoon. Broke a plate and sobbed as if the world had cracked with it. Before she left, my mother filled the kitchen with notes written on paper towels— taped to the cupboards, the countertops, the fridge. I couldn’t read, but...

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The day’s hours were worn down and a sudden sunset, that resembled a master’s painted glimpse of Valhalla, was upon us, its majesty of deepest blue, blood red and black. From our tenth-floor skew, the river looked, for all, like a wrinkled sea expecting a storm. Boats moved to tie up before the dark body of windswept clouds arrived trailing a...

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Thanks to these storms to which I owe the power to wield my angst like a shining sword, For they have taught me to shake off my fears and crush them at my weary feet, I feel a whirlwind of air entering my anxious being, freeing me from the shadows of fear, I owe them their icy stillness,...

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Tornado Warning all of its might was soon aired But Haskell was spared. ...

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I looked up and I saw love in the sky; it had cloud shaped just like your love in the sky. The clouds were shaped in hearts and kisses; they even had your sweet face in them. It was so beautiful, it warmed my heart. I gripped my chest and started to cry. Tears...

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The Queen Of Emeralds. Thy mothers name is victoria! So full of strength and love! Thy mothers voice is that of a songbird, spirit is of queen of storms. Thy mothers net is one of safety, not just for me and my siblings, however strong enough for all children of the sea. Thy mothers passion is of furious pain...

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skies of sapphire s t o r m...

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Storms rolling through, A sense of peace within you, As you hold on to what's true. Knowing exactly what to do, With the emotions within you, Cultivating energy within you, Using it to plant your seeds, As the power of storms feed, Filling their needs, Speeding thoughts breeze through, A tornado within you, One...

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Lord I don’t know what to do. I’m in need of help, so I came to you. Things seem not to be going well. Today life at home a living hell. Over little things we seem to fight. It seems I can do nothing right. The answer I don’t have a clue. I seek your face to get us thru. Ephesians 4:2 just...

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