Thunderstorm Poems - Poems about Thunderstorm

We loved like a thunderstorm Brief, but powerful Before the thunder even started There were warning signs Like a slight breeze And when lightning struck It destroyed yet stopped after a while But there would still be more lightning And the rain drizzled Like the tension always between us The grayish blue clouds Were like the barriers Hiding your secrets from me A thunderstorm always ends And that's exactly...

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Darkness surrounds me on the path I walk, Isolated and distant from everything, Secluded from everyone, But I keep going. Rain starts to pour, The world is crying with me, Thunder shakes the soggy ground, And lightning strikes a fallen tree. My heart knows it’s over, Life doesn’t give a second chance, But just as I start to give up hope, Something catches my glance. The shapes...

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I fall asleep to thunderstorms. Though I’m under blankets, nothing warms. The storm winds blow and heavy rain pours, The lighting flashes and the thunder roars. My fears light up the night’s darkened sky. I can’t escape, no matter what I try. I fall asleep, but then awaken To find my peace now has been taken. Please someone come and take my hand Because...

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The house rocked with the power Of the thunder this morning As I was sipping my morning coffee I could hear the deluge of rain Hitting the windows and roof I am thankful I am safe inside But every storm makes me so aware And in awe of the power of nature as my thoughts and emotions Converge into their own perfect storm...

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• My day be so fine • Then boom! A thunderstorm • I found a nearby college and they let me stay • They even allowed me in a vacant dorm...

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what nourishes and washes away are mirrored in a concave/convex spectrum where perfection somewhat conversely ...

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yellow light tinge to the air ... crickets fall silent...

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the whole world is happening at the same time every conversation, every bird call, every lion roar every everything bunched up to oneness in my head I carry the white noise of distance wherever I go I am an out of tune radio coursing through debris and tin whistle high notes playing one key in harmony that is my head, that...

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gray tranquility cloudy unmoving pensive endearing silence moments before rain loud whip cracks across the sky wind quickly picks up full blown thunderstorm peace is obliterated nothing tranquil now...

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When you don’t expect a thunderstorm, It sure can take its toll, Being at the mercy of a power Out of your control. You can hide or duck for cover Or confront it and get soaked, For the rage that it embodies Needs no cause to be provoked. And eventually it passes Which, for everybody’s sake, Is a welcome calm, but repercussions Linger in its wake. ...

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darkened flora winds thunderous gun metal clouds flash...

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Thunderstorm wakens, is the barbeque covered? Oops. I don't think so....

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It came in waves, the wind and rain, With just a clap of thunder, But while it raged, it seemed insane, Surroundings ripped asunder. Then it would stop, the branches stilled; The sky would start to lighten, Forecast promises fulfilled, With just enough to frighten. When bam! The gusts would start anew, A downpour set for drenching And there was nothing we could do; The...

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The wildflowers begin to bend Amid the fields' western end, And in the distance, drumming Telling you that I was coming Darker and darker drew the sky The thirsty earth, no longer dry, A blinding flash, a warning of A lightning bolt from clouds above I rumble down with all my might A thunderstorm now at it's height, Moving east with such persistence...

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For an hour Cicadas saw at the early August evening While thunder purrs as kittens In the yarn of dark clouds balled up out west over Ionia County Trees prepare their umbrellas The Tigers on TV swing away in the 3rd inning A good book in hand Then out of hand A den of lions-wind roars outside our patio window Devours the screens I jump...

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