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Ian K 3d
The urge came.
Desire filled my breast
and before I knew it
I was flung from one corner to the next,
a branch iced over and shivering
as the tempest of want threatened
to shear me from my past,
to break me.

The urge left me
yearning to be carried away
to a place far removed
from these safe harbors;
over lands where I knew no names
and had no kin,
To a place unfamiliar,
but where the breath of God filled the air
and made sweet the prospect of new beginnings.
If they let me,
I will lead,
I will carry this torch,
Through the storm and flood.

For if not for poetry,
I would be one with none,
This art is a language,
We must carry on.
I selfishly believe I am an answer to the concerns of those elder poets who need a great mind to pass on this art to. If it turns out I am not ready for that honor, I will work to be,
Rose Mar 5
Mentally expecting the worst
Everything that could go wrong will
But what if it doesn’t?
Either way, my list of to-dos gets longer
If my phone rings, I don’t answer. Keep it on silent and no voicemail.
Didn’t pay the bill now I have no service
So what am I gonna do now?
One less thing to worry about, I guess.
Wishing I could disappear
Hiding behind clouds like silent storm waiting to strike
Maybe it’s time I get some rest
Can’t enjoy the moments, it’s always what’s next?
Reece Mar 5
Whenever there’s a storm,
And I hear the rain pour,
As the wind blows,
I’m reminded of the coziness of home.
That feeling of safeness,
A place to hide from the darkness,
When it seems hopeless,
A bed for your tiredness.
Though I know,
Not everyone has a home,
Or one that is safe,
One without pain,
So I feel empathy,
For those who may not be,
Lucky like me.
As I write these words,
I hear you,
And I’ll hold you,
In a tight hug.
It’ll be okay!
The storms aren’t here to stay.
Even though the winds may blow,
You can find a home.
We had a bad storm this morning. A tornado was super close to causing some damage in my area. That's the inspiration for this one.
When it comes its like chaos, and likes to run,
It’s a fierce storm that descends, blocking out the sun,
Sudden whirlwinds, a force that’s full of might,
Unleashing its wrath in the day or night.

Large, hard hail, a relentless assault,
Cascading down, a fearsome exalt,
Large, thick & heavy, the rain pours down,
On the roof, makes a pounding sound.

The rain pours down in a hue of grey,
Thick and heavy, obscuring the way,
Lightning cracks in the sky’s a dark veil,
The elements tremble and begins to wail.

Thunder rumbles, shaking the house’s core,
Sounding like a monster in the sky letting out a roar,
A symphony of destruction, a sensational show,
As the mighty storm’s fury continues to grow.

A shroud of darkness, a cloak of dread,
Enveloping all in its cold, murky spread,
Buildings vibrate, foundations shake,
As the storm’s fury refuses to abate.

After a light flash follows a fearsome rumble,
As the trees sway and begin to tumble,
Trees bend and break, houses tremble and sway,
As nature’s wrath reigns the dark day.

Gale force winds, relentless and wild,
Blow through the land, a force ever so mild,
No shelter from the storm’s embrace,
As wind & rain leave destruction all over the place.

Beware the storm, its power untamed,
A reminder of nature, forever unchained,
Nature’s wrath comes in all its glory,
A testament to its eternal, never-ending story.
Inspired by devastating storms, my heart goes out to people who are or have gone through this
Lalit Kumar Feb 25
Silences grow where words once flowed,
Love unsure, yet still bestowed.
A question lingers, a fear untamed,
A love too fragile to be claimed.
I am the darkness!
Fierce and unafraid
Monsters in the shadows of my mind

You shine your lights
but cannot **** me!
I blind you
and you stumble on
in the night

I am the wolves!
Howling at the moon
We revel in the black forests
of impending fear and doom
and laugh at the screams of terror that echo through the woods

I am the phantom!
Crying out to be set free
Wandering aimlessly through the trees
Growing accustomed to the dark and the cold
Did I choose this fate?

I am the magma!
Flowing deep in the core in the earth
You do not see me
but you know that I am there
You marvel
You fear

I am the fire!
Surging furiously through forests and hearts
Igniting undergrowth and passion

I have no enemies
I have no friends
I only rage, consuming everything in my path
until it's all gone
I cheer at my triumph!

I am the rain!
Falling in rivulets into the midnight
I extinguish the flames and leave nothing but ash
I cry for what once was
before the unforgiving fire stole it away

I am the storm!
Screaming, screaming screaming in thundering cries
Striking down anything and everything that gets in my way

I am unstoppable
Flooding the world and drowning all who claim to be good
Laughing mercilessly, leaving no stone unturned!
Anything I cannot reach is struck down
by lightning power
unrivaled

I am an ant!
Intelligent and strong
patient, persevering, hardworking
Serving my queen
Caring for my colony

When intruders come to **** and destroy
I fight bravely
Tiny warrior in a vast army
Struck down cruelly by giant, fumbling hands
Dying a warrior's death
of insignificance

I am the monster!
lurking in the night
I torture and ****
anyone who dares to set foot in my forest
Wiping my bloodied hands on ashen trees
and laughing in twisted pleasure
as my victims scream for mercy

I am an angel!
Watching the bloodbath from afar
and caring for the mourning innocent
as they ascend to heaven
I weep for the life lost to the monster's hands

I am the darkness!
I am everything
I am nothing
I am beauty
I am fear
I conceal
and I illuminate
Fear me
and revel in my beauty
Stéphanie Feb 15
I hate myself.
Ah, what a shocking revelation.
Another day, another shipwreck,
Like I ever had a map to calmer waters.

I hate myself.
A song stuck on repeat,
An anthem my mind refuses to rewrite,
A weight pressing against my ribs, unyielding.

I hate myself.
And here comes the grand finale:
The urge to tighten, to silence,
As if choking on air could quiet the waves.

I hate myself.
So much that even my reflection looks away,
So much that even my shadow hesitates to follow.
So much, and yet, I am still here.

But you are here.
Somehow still standing,
A survivor of a war no one sees,
A heartbeat that refuses surrender.

You are here.
Your chest is tight, your hands are shaking,
Your mind swings between stay and run,
But at least you still feel, right?

You are here.
Breathe. Or let your body do it for you.
It knows how to stay afloat,
Even when your mind is begging to sink.

You are here.
And you deserve better.
Not because it’s poetic,
But because no storm lasts forever.

You are here.
And so am I.
So tell me, do we drown, or do we learn to swim?
If this storm feels familiar, you’re not alone. Let me know if this speaks to you.
Tristan Corey Feb 13
A linden sways in Berlin’s air,
soft and still, yet drifting where
it once had danced in golden light,
now falling, fading out of sight.

Once it stood, so strong, so free,
born of spring’s sweet memory.
Once it warmed in summer’s grace,
now autumn’s breath has torn its place.

Yet long before the cold winds came,
I was the storm, I bore the rain.
I dimmed your light, I broke your soul,
never knowing the weight, the toll.

Your roots, once deep, began to fade,
drowned in shadows my heart had made.
And though I never wished you pain,
my weight was yours to bear in vain.

And as our leaves drift to the ground,
we stand as ghosts, lost, unfound.
For you, my light, my heart, my stay,
are gone—and all is cold and grey.

Love once held me close to you,
like roots that held my world in view.
But without you, what remains?
An empty vessel, a soul in chains.

So now I call the wind once more,
to bear us where no sorrows soar,
to dance again, then set us free,
a fleeting breath upon the sea.

Through restless tides and whispering trees,
it sings of loss, it hums of peace,
it stirs my soul, it beats my mind,
then leaves no trace of us behind.

Yet know this truth, to most unknown—
leaves will never die alone.
They follow where the love is blown.
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