"strom" poems
What if
You have been fighting
A losing battle
All along
What if
The silence
Within you
Is only
The calm
Before the strom
And
It is going to be a fight
You just cannot
Win
-jt
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 1:16 PM UTC
People
Have told me
that loneliness is a heavy thing
That it sits in your lungs
It ways you down, dragging you
But my loneliness is a bird
And it lifts me
It lives in my hollow bones
I am traped in an empty sky
The strom pushes me higher
Further from the ground
And I am lost to the night
Forgotten again
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 1:52 AM UTC
*it's foggy outside and i can't see anything,
not even you and barely myself but
i inhale and it feels different, maybe
because you're not here but i found out
that i can breathe without you but
my problem is that even if
a strom was raging on,
i would still hold your hand.*
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC
2k19 month of September
Alarmed an international terror
Climate change, change in weather
Drought across the nation
Turned into fire Strom centre
5 months from now
We can still witness the ember
Smoke, ashes from bushfire
Travelled thousands of acres
This inferno had us surrender
We lost a million of species endangered
And pushed many near extinction
Humans were no exception
32 were lost in this render
People lost their land of ancestors
Houses which were a place of
Laughter, revitalization and relaxation
Now are nothing but melted shelters
Firefighters to social writers
All jumped to help out the situation
From taking control over fire
To spread awareness
Seeking for helpers
Nature finally blessed us
It rained and things got under control
Before fire would swallow everything
And melt us...
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 6:32 AM UTC
I thought it was over
I thought it was reached the end
I screamed alot of pain
Searching for a help
That terror reached me
A disaster strikes
Started when I see in the sky
A big Aurora Borealis
With it yellowlight
Shining in the sky
Switching my compass around
Strom and thunder attacked
It beat me down to the ground
Making me dizzly
And fall
I kept praying and wishing
It was over
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
Warm hands
Barely touching
On top of freedom land
Flaming fire in the water
He is willing to burn up
She is cooling down
Conjuring chaos
Controlled reaction
Tangled mess of thoughts
Carve out of beautiful words
They are like wind and sea
Buried mass of emotions
Rubble left after strom
A torpedo half explode
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
A snow storm passed my soul
lessn the suffering
Others dying its sad isn't it
My hopes crashing
My thoughts colliding
Different faces same words
Different places same voice
Teenager coming through
Won't please you but I got to do what I got to do
A snow storm passed my soul
To End the suffering
Act like you don't see whats happening
Its a cold world isn't it
And God loves a believer
But the devil is a creeper
Caught in a snow strom
Time stoped for me
But the world keeps going round
Spinning without a sound
Robed from idols
Loving the disasters
Some are playing roles of a master
Denying the bad side
Freezing my inside
Its nice isn't it
Dreaming !
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 7:14 PM UTC
sins and it's correspondense to luck,
on a tree house on an empty island am stuck,
helping hand for help in the present eyes,
just a foolish thought i dried,
essay of problems are here to be understand,
helpless i become tightly holding my self hand,
empty selection of friends results the lost of faces,
forgetfullness is better in that top time of spliting shoe laces,
peoples are gentle but to insert the drug ,
so that there need ,
become necessary business for there greed,
fel of helpless words is foundation;and frustation,
being of influence in strom under shattred hood,
life feels as punitive and lost the dots of happy smelling sandalwood,
drops of frozen tears stops on skin ,
cosy warm nothing remains ,
good as tight string,
beging for need and confident wealth ,
bending down head touched knees i need help .
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 7:41 AM UTC
Losing all hope was freedom
You think it's a diesease but
It gave me the confidence to breath
I sit alone in the malignant kingdom
Trying to hit bottom
I try to prolong this condition
Sturring in a boiling *** of contrition
Can't you see my new perpetual phantom?
I'm broken, nobody wants me
Lost in the senseless pages
My internal strom continues to rage
Sitting for days, hungry, in the oldest dragon tree
I'll wait for you, your beauty, so ageless
I'll wait for you atop our favourite tree
We can hold hands and for a second feel free
You make me feel priceless, when I know I'm worthless
I'm A Shamed (not ashamed)
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 8:27 AM UTC
Stop !
" smack "
Here comes another slap,
Suddenly the barking of dogs stop ,
I look up,
The mirror holding a my unknown pop.
The room is looked,
Yes , i am alone ,
Hands still trembling, stuck in invisible strom.
I hate the girl standing in front of me ,
Still lost , drizzling and comparing both the " we " .
The wall behind still dancing with my old part ,
Smiling , thriving , Carefree , shining,
With innocent and open heart .
She is light and the only remain ,
Dancing,
she paused and looked up,
Back in the mirror ,
Same eyes , same face ,
But all left is unspoken pain.
the devil drifted in ,
' you both can't be the same ',
Another " smack " .
But This time my heart burned ,
I hate this , every part of it,
I shut my eyes,
Breath shuffled.
On the verge of accompanying the last peice of darkness ,
A shadow stop me ,
Smiling , thriving still the same beautiful mess.
She came close,
eyes met,
For first time she spoke but a torn set.
" we are indeed not the same ,
The war is different but not the blame.
We can nver be alike,
We are rides of same bike,
These scares are no less precious than my smile,
You are the most important part of this pile.
Your struggle is real ,
And worthy as well ,
I hold the heaven, coz you took the hell .
You don't need to be anymore prefect,
No need to stand beside another's sect.
All you need to do is hold on,
stay and led the strom. "
This time the darkness cried in pain ,
with a flicker , i was back ,
The sound of a forgotten laughter echoing in room,
Everything is gone or so i thought ,
The one in mirror still Clutching the gloom.
But the eyes were different,
The smile was still missing ,
But life wasn't,
The scares were there,
But no longer burned.
I finally opened the door,
The strom inside still roars.
I walked out,
But now embracing the gloom,
The sound of a forgotten laughter still echoing in room.
Divyanshi solanki
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 1:23 PM UTC
Right now
I feel something
I don't know what
It's not a happy feeling
but it's not sad either
I'm in the eye of the hurricane
Everything is quiet for now
and calm
But you can see the storm
and it's frightening
it's getting closer and closer
a strom behind me
and a storm in front of me
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 10:28 AM UTC
In an ocean of misery,
Sail away with me.
I can't promise a painless ride
But I'll stay by your side.
In a strom of angry shouts,
Run away with me.
I can't promise a tearless night
Believe and you'll be alright.
If life gets to rough
Maybe dreams are enough.
In my fantasy land,
There we stand hand in hand.
Sailing away,
Sailing away
Morning, the sun shining bright
Open my eyes, no one in sight.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 9:34 AM UTC
Caging her would mean cutting down her wings,
And maybe the world wouldn't care,
Because she is just a girl wishing her dreams will sooner or later come true,
Wishing that the morning she wakes up to is new.
Why is that I suffer this suffering?
Questions the heart to the suffering soul,
Maybe this is the prize you pay for that nature of yours,
Replies the soul with the shivering tone,
Have you ever wondered what made you this way?
Just some handful of habits and the constant thought of helping around.
Maybe all this won't make you stay long for the sooner days to pass along,
Ever wondered what will happen to this dying warmth?
Stay alive and be strong,
For the strom will pass as you go on,
Keep the head high and walk on,
For you'll never be cagged if you keep believing strong.
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 7:07 AM UTC
I sometimes feel like ocean
lonely, deep and blue ...
What tomorrow will bring
not having a single clue
whether it will be calm
or if i'll suffer from strom
if moon will raise the tides
or there will no change in form
when people tell their secrets
i listen to their tales
like ocean receive the waters
and help the sailors sail ...
And when i get so tired
i want to talk to friend
like waves come to shore
in a hope that he'll mend
but then realization hits
there is no friend of I
like ocean stands alone
till the day it's dry !!
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 3:56 PM UTC
'Twas the way she said,
...be sure to call me, don't forget...
then turned off her phone,
3 days net
I cast her a line
will she bite or let free?
readily lost from mind
the bait was me!
Oh mused from her loving
her plaything, her joy.
I spat out love poemz
Less haste did annoy
Lifted kindred spirit,
no more wobe-gone for me
was but a lie from a Strom
too blinded to sea
"You and I are going to have
a great love affair."
Should have been warning
Foundeld on note in sunlight morning
I asked the project wood
It for-told me, "Why Bother?"
Alone in my room, to ration or despair
Ignore nature's warning,
'tis up to me, I declare.
Sealed my fate...
I'm strong, been here before,
I'm ready for this...this...this time winning!
FOOL
Her's unslaved, mine unscathed
night,
was just the begining!
Oh the joys,
Such sweetness up to the edge,
but not quite *****
As promised her lore
THE everything abash
Irie romming back,
gonna get IT,
this time?
Maybe mohr
The musing doest stop,
genuine dost frey,
Lovings subside
Betrayl dost pay
"It will melt your mind"
Were the last words I herd
all in due time
her torture, my absurd
Communicate?
Communicate she says?
Why were not those words
so heards
Whence whining and pining decays?
Hypocrispy so blatant
it must be ignored,
and the melt of the mind
gets restored
For it was up to me
All along on this journey
The most painful part
Is I always did see
This dance with the devil
The game of fairie,
My loves lorn lost
To the leanhaun shee
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
Le mouvement de lacet sur la berge des chutes du fleuve,
Le gouffre à l'étambot,
La célérité de la rampe,
L'énorme passade du courant,
Mènent par les lumières inouïes
Et la nouveauté chimique
Les voyageurs entourés des trombes du val
Et du strom.
Ce sont les conquérants du monde
Cherchant la fortune chimique personnelle ;
Le sport et le confort voyagent avec eux ;
Ils emmènent l'éducation
Des races, des classes et des bêtes, sur ce vaisseau.
Repos et vertige
A la lumière diluvienne,
Aux terribles soirs d'étude.
Car de la causerie parmi les appareils, le sang, les fleurs, le feu, les bijoux,
Des comptes agités à ce bord fuyard,
- On voit, roulant comme une digue au-delà de la route hydraulique motrice,
Monstrueux, s'éclairant sans fin, - leur stock d'études ;
Eux chassés dans l'extase harmonique,
Et l'héroïsme de la découverte.
Aux accidents atmosphériques les plus surprenants,
Un couple de jeunesse s'isole sur l'arche,
- Est-ce ancienne sauvagerie qu'on pardonne ? -
Et chante et se poste.
774
It was the around the month of August, 8 years ago.
We had just finished class and were about to go home , we had to walk a little distance to catch the bus.
To reach there we had to cross a huge junction , as we we walked out without any warning the sky went dark instantly ,
puzzled by the happenings we rushed to get to shelter before it would start to pour down ! (Wellthere was nothing special in what was happening , but it was because of her .
Yes she's my first rain , the one that could spur a smile from oneself with just a grin eagerly splashed from her face,
her presence could cast silhouettes in the air drawing me to her closer than ever,
such was her pristine yet delicate voice ,
I can never describe words of her unending charisma which knew no bounds such was the power of her presence)
we managed to get to that busy junction ! All we would think was to get that shelter ,
as we were waiting for the signal to turn green, it had already started to drizzle,
she turned her face towards mine and her crystal voice said
"when the lights turn green we will Sprint across the road!"
With my trembling tone I whispered
"I'm scared to cross the road". This time with her Stark grey eyes staring into mine,
she held my hand , my senses shook not to be rattled by the Strom but by her warmth ,
with all this going I felt a drop of rain touch my hand , yes the one she was holding,
so rejuvenating I never thought I could've appreciated the rain as much as I do now,
the magic of her touch had awakened my senses!
As we crossed the road all I could do was Wonder what was happening ,
Was it the rain? Was it her? Was any of this real?
We finally reached the shelter, she was no longer holding my hand ,
Yet I still had the same feeling wiring me into flashes!
Since that day rain has never been the same ,
Every time a drop touches my skin I can still feel the flashes thatI first felt the rain!
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 8:32 AM UTC
FRIENDSHIP IS LIKE A PLANT THAT CANNOT BE UPROOTED BY ANY STROM.
HAVE A SWEET DAY AND FRIENDSHIP DAY.
GOOD MORNING
:-)
^_^
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 3:16 AM UTC
What it feels like
To feel like a deserted path
that no one takes
because they have fears
because they dont know where it leads
and are afraid to take
the risks ...
To feel like an
abandoned ship
stuck in the middle
of strom struck deep
blue sea ?
To feel like
a jumbled up puzzle
with a missing piece
destined never to be
found ...
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC
After all these years a part you strom back into my life as if nothing has happen.telling me that you still love and want me.but i am not that stupid teenager who is still in love with you.
You have broke my heart once and you will do it again.the love we had is nothing more than a memory.so many nights were spent crying because you hurt me.
Time changes things leaving nothing as it once use to be.the truth is i don't need you anymore i am happy now.we learn from our mistakes i will never come back to you.
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 2:58 PM UTC
Its been a month, when I last saw you
There was a strom, when I last held you
There were big drops, hitting our faces
There was no one, still we kept walking
Dragging your laguage, taking u to bus stand
I was sad, all deep inside
We had a querel, when the rain started
You didn't speak, You didn't look at me
I did everything, what ever I can do
I cheered and laughed and pleaded but nothing worked
Then I was sad and cried and I dont know what was left
I left and came back caus I cant leave you
Every bus passed by, was striking me deep inside
like a pin, poking in my heart
she came and calmed me down
but the buses kept string my heart
Finally she left and I stayed behind
as she came to visit me.
I was happy and sad and wish to see her soon..!!!
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 2:28 AM UTC
i recall our talks
our inner jokes
and the stupid
stupid nicknames
that you called
and it is like i am
in a thunderstorm
i rain down
rivers of tears
enough to create a sea
enough to make you flee
and between that second
when the lightning strikes
and all of the dark sky
is painted in light stripes
it's like seeing the sun again
but it passes, oh so quickly
and then the strom continues
but i can still feel
the jolt of electricity
and the sound of thunder
of your voice
interrupting in my forever-going
thunderstorm
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 11:57 PM UTC
here we are
looking at grief in the eyes
sitting side by side with the pain
without it we won’t be standing still,
firmly; and as resilience; as tough;
as brave as we are right now
somehow deep down, we knew
when the strom was going to hit us,
and perhaps we didn’t remember
how we managed it through;
how we managed to survive
at last,
we made it to the shore
though in crumble and collapse
the storm don’t last forever;
it's over in the end
Jan 2, 2024
Jan 2, 2024 at 3:13 AM UTC