Take By Storm Poems - Poems about Take By Storm

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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I longed for it, the release I wouldn't mind if it rained all day At least one of us gets to empty ourselves I can never stop overflowing I need to step outside and pour out the pain I'll scream with the sky, and pray the water cleanses me I'll stretch out my arms, and pound my bare feet into...

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Clouds rapidly fluctuating, from chalky white to smoky ash. Rain falling down from the darkened sky. Leaving a subtle scent of fresh earthy tones in its wake. ...

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Contest : What Happened After Sponsor : Nette Onclaud Date : July 20, 2025 After craving storm calmed down, from yonder rainbow-splashed sky descended euphoric clouds. Enticing memory mist draped her entranced serene face. She then let her essence fly in air of dream on cloud nine. ...

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[Stanza 1] Suddenly, the clouds above become gray, Like a sudden sharp knife, the words you say. My heart used to beat so strong, pure, and true, Now lies destroyed under the sky so blue; [Stanza 2] My spirit just bleeds from a wound so deep, This silent loss makes my soul read and weep; I look for hints of reason I can...

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I wonder if I search for storm clouds in peoples eyes or if I put them there. Shocked when the rain starts and the thunder roars. Lightning flashes. I wonder if the rain stops. I wonder at rain drops. Falling, stalling, halting. I wonder at anger. Where it comes from and when it will pass. The smell of...

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