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Sya Aug 2020
The warmth wind that rushes past my skin
The faint smell of rain that clouds the air
Bringing back tumbling rolls of emotion that had once been
The wind chimes that clank each other in the distance somewhere

The sky above carefully trickles water
Almost as if the sea of blue was crying
Blue, maybe it was sad and couldn’t be stronger
Or strong enough to keep on trying

Trying to withhold all of the awful memories
That been stored in its clouds, slowing turning into a summer storm
when the summer heat had clawed open the treachery
The trickle of the rain had become a pouring storm

Soaking every bit of happiness with the sadness in its heart
Everyday people would point at the world above them and admire
The beauty it was, but they could never tell that it was being torn apart
Yes it was beautiful but it was a beautiful disaster, engulfed in the fire

That had been lit by the “treasure” it held inside
The treasure that was poisoned and gold
There had once been jewels but they had all died
The moment somebody had told

There secret to the world, the secret that would only let them be free
Once the water had make contact with my glistening skin
It was soon dulled and all the familiar senses filled me
The water had grabbed a hold of my mind and pulled it a little too thin

Leaving only the harmful metal
Soon turning into rust
The brown colors matching the dirt and pebbles
The metal rotting away only reminding me of the past

The treacherous moments that had caused the storm in the first place
The person in these horrible memories had been drowned in the roaring waters
Like an assassin killing all the joy in my life without a single trace
It had been a ******, a slaughter

The clouds could only continue to let out strangled noises
The lighting flashing like cries for help
Only after their whimpers can they share their voices
The ground below them turning into a sea
A dark scary ocean that shares the same color as the sky
Sadness has overcome both of them leaving nothing to be
Except for those who had learned to fly

They soar across the sky
Dodging the poisonous water hearing the calls
The only question on their mind being why

Why had nobody heard their desperate callings
Why was the downpour happening

The only thing they hoped for was a rainbow in the morning
The calm after the damaging
Aidan M Jul 2020
Storms in us are barreling, taking aim at our threats.

Land will impact the wind. Hurricanes, powerful wind, moving west.

The center of wind, rain, and surf strikes close. Halt the move. Storm Center had wind.

Located on moving mouths, a storm watches for strength until it sees a chance. It reaches for heavy areas. Could it flood?

Meanwhile, expect a long line. Storm forces could reach night or day.

The earliest storm follows from the son.
This is a blackout poem I made from the weather section of a newspaper. It symbolizes the nature of arguments and fights as storms. You can never predict when they’ll happen or why.
You have the strength of a storm, but the fear of a child.
You're stuck in a rut, yet you yearn to be wild.

Every mistake you've made just won't seem to leave,
But have faith in yourself; you just have to believe.

You've slid into a funk that you just can't explain
It's okay though; not everyone understands your pain.

You have a lot of love to give, but not right away.
Have patience for what will be in your coming day.

When night falls, and you lie there forever awake,
No more will you cry for someone else's sake.

You will emerge stronger than all the storms on Earth
And find someone who understands your true worth.
I was greeted early by your oncoming storm
A whirlwind with a violent, turbulent swarm.

Through the power of spirit, we will end your suffering
Endless thoughts of chaos will cease their fluttering

I see you there; I know you're fighting
Beyond the walls, beyond the lightning.

I can't hold you right now, like I know I should be
But keep on fighting until I can bring you close to me

Our days will be golden; they can never be taken away
As soon as your souls collide, I promise, I'll make everything okay
Eloisa Apr 2020
Shadows, memories
Blindly chased the bitter storms
Wild dreams in daylight
Bhill Apr 2020
the amazing stones have been sinking
without warning  
without reason
the only question is why
after all the quakes and storms throughout time
why now
what is prompting such activities
this question survives all others
this question exists unanswered forever...

Brian Hill - 2020 # 117
What are the amazing stones?
Reappak Mar 2020
Slowly, I advance towards my destination
Bravely, but lacking dedication

Often I complain about this journey
How is it even worthy?

I criticize this intolerable heat
And the coarse and bumpy street

I grumble why the stems are wearing thorns
And the rocks and stones cover the lawns

Suddenly, an angel appears
And teaches me lessons essential and dear

He says; about journeys I'm unaware
What importance in future they wear

"Journeys make you confident" he states
" how incredibly it changes fates

They make you flawless and mature
A fruitful tomorrow they insure

On personalities they perform miracles
and undo all the chain and shackles

Admire the present journeys instead
Avoiding all the hate and dread

Witness the petals, not the thorns
Be grateful, it's the sun, not the storms

Fight the failure and the wrath
Fetch the fruit in every path
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