Strom Poems - Poems about Strom

the wind does rip through the rustling trees and debris races tumbling carried in the wind chill is the wind hinting at rain and the land lies darkened by the threatening storm yet in endless struggle though mightily strained a small bird struggles in the darkening sky wondering gaze I from far below if it be hopeless the struggle in vain yet hope do I triumph will be the tiny storm rider so high...

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Verse: (32 bars) Yo, listen up I'm bout to set your mind free, with a rhyme spree Gravity heavy, pull you in, let my mind bleed Expressive poetry, purposeful wisdom in my arsenal Multiverse theories, monumental reflections beyond college Shine the light on what's right In the darkness, we walk hand in hand through the night The...

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There's this little fragile Betwixt the escort. Trying to understand Their psyche, Their interest. Are they really the armours Or the aviary? And will the dust devil arrive, Rising from our own silhouette, Compressing the cage of ribs With the bludgeon? Illusion of something erroneous, Or may be some nave. Perfect guard, Guarding the heart, The cascade of truth For the so called panoply, Squeezing the heart out. Every piece of the jigsaw...

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It's sad I swear All the things I hear It gives me a chill Though it's nothing real Everytime I swear I go through it again In the crowd, under their gaze Still they say, I am out of my brain The silence behind the Strom it is Which wreckons and destroy everything I am certained to give a strained tune If you pull...

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Strom struck the seashore, speedy winds, deafening waves, dense rain with a roar! 13/06/2019...

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It's raininy, it's windy, and the power have gone out. The storm is going, but it won't last. The storm is there to clean up the trash that's left. The storm is an expression of how we feel about our lives: anger, frustration, disappointment, hurt, resentment. Try to move forward but it's always something in our way. It's storms like...

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its harrican season for this reason watch out can be a amesses pain THE STROM AND THE RAIN...

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THROUGH THE STORM... Strange fruits no longer hang from trees; they’re boxed and stored: seeds left behind lie rotting in blood soaked streets. Yet we have overcome the poverty of spirit and still march in solidarity with a world imbued with the blankets of fear and bleak confusion of purpose. Today, the circadian rhythms of time weave us together breaking bartered bleak...

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things you did I feel like a kid it hurt a lot the tears wouldn't stop it was a deep pain it was EYES OF STROM AND RAIN...

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it rain was a pain it was gods thing so love it bring no where to go hard to buy ina store tell you most was closee too it was every race every where the reach too help and share on STORM RAINING DAY Care...

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today the rain came it was insane like no other i ran for cover its was a sungun i had to run am done it was a bad RAIN STROM...

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storm clouds gather in the gray of your eyes clearly I see the rage in you rise my heart starts to pound at my imminent demise knowing what’s coming the feeling, it’s numbing your hatred is clear even through the blur of my tears but I’ll weather this storm a routine that’s become our norm...

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Dylan Strom is a name everyone in a small town knows, They see him as a nice guy who helps eveyone out, He makes them feel better when thier sad, He makes them laugh when thier mad, He is the most well off person in the town. Dylan Strom is a name that i know very well, He helps everyone out...

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rollingly storming the rain sluggishly batters the window-glass pane...

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