Storms Poems - Poems about Storms

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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Every Spring brings storms because a new season has growing pains, just as a new season of life has such pains. However, both kinds of seasons, introduce beauty that takes your breath away and calms your soul....

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Tree-branched bird staring, Looking me right in the eyes; We both confused: Humsn and natural nature, Inhibiting springing peace:- Wars' twofold nature: Destructive storms and bombings; Both dooming in spring:- God's spring cleaning is coming; Let us get to sowing peace:-...

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Life unfolds like a winding road, with hills that rise unexpectedly, where shadows stretch long across the path, and storms gather, heavy with unspoken words. We stumble through moments— the weight of doubt, persistent as rain, each drop a question that lingers, Are we enough? Will we...

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Where everything is peaceful, no obstacles, no fears but something feels off Instincts stir, whispers of a change, a storm brewing inside, shaking everything I knew. In that moment life shifted, forever different. ...

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When life’s storms come your direction It can be like an infection They cause you to feel kind of blue So don’t let your storms define you Storms should not define who you are Allowing them may cause a scar These burdens may cause you to skew So don’t let your storms define you You are not defined by your past Do you know...

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A weir holds back the river against the flow of the morning tide I wonder how many thoughts, unspoken, lie behind its barrier- ponderings of love, turmoil, betrayal obstructed by the dam of emotional blocks struggling to break free from their confines. Like silent storms beneath the surface, they swirl in the depths of the mind, the dam of fear,...

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Storms will come The wind will rage But do not be afraid My love will keep you The Storms did come The wind did raged hard But you never let me down Your steadfast love kept me. The wind was hard on me But your love welled up in me Praise from the inside...

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Hurricanes coming, storms of life challenging me; my spirit ready...

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Behold the abominable annals of the Storm domicile, A living, groaning edifice of lumber and bureaucratic despair— Where Allen Storm, the paternal prodigal of procedural pedantry, Treads upon its creaking floors with the rigor of a misfiled memo, And Betty Storm, matron of mundane mismanagement, Douses its sentient walls with detergents of dire discontent, While young Charles Storm, a cherubic herald...

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I love the month of February, The shortest and coldest month of the season, For an array of personal reasons. And yet, it feels like Feb is the longest, For the events that happen haphazardly, Amidst treacherous winter storm blasts. Quasi everything is frozen and solid near the nest Of the American bald eagles, Except the Mardi Gras masks under the rumbles. February is...

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I was born into the weeping skies of July in this part of the world where the monsoon speaks in a language only the soul understands. Rain, like liquid glass, trickles down the banyan and banana leaves, the air hums with the rhythm of life reborn, and as a lullaby induces me to sleep. The sowing takes place in paddy...

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The sun rises up, Then the clouds move in. Heavy with drops, Soon the rain would begin. It’s wild at first, With lightning flashes, Then the thunder, With booms and clashes. It moves quickly by, The high winds blow. Then it calms, As if to know We need a break, From the summer sun. We want to play And have some fun. Under the trees We make up games, Freed from the heat By...

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Love & Faith To believe in love is having faith without sight. While holding on with all of your might. Yet lingering doubts dance in our minds. We waltz with our hearts, tender and blind. Chained by our doubts, We long to be whole. The answers we seek lie deep in our soul. If we pause and listen Clarity will rise, As love’s...

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Miles apart in the gleam, I believe her, Upright on the porch, staring at the mighty above, Her glassy eyes shimmering with a deceptive smile, Her loose hair flowing like ocean waves. Must she be seeing the moon similar as mine? Our children lie in slumber deep, Too young to grasp the storms we face. Here I stand, lost in whispers...

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