#storm poems on Hello Poetry

Devil Atticman Jun 19

The sailing Sun
Burns through the sky
With huge clouds of black and purple
Hot on her tail.

We all pray that she beats them to the horizon,
That we might remember this day as a beautiful one.

#sun #sky #clouds #weather #storm #approaching #run

Bri Jun 10

Storm in Your Chest

Clouds gather,
Holding on tight
To your weak little lungs
And hurt little heart.

Suffocating,
Fast and strong-
Your ribs crack like a whip.

Pushed under pressure,
Breathing becomes a distant memory.

Rain leaks from your eyes,
Slipping softly down your cheeks.

Thunder sounds when you open your mouth.

The storm in your chest-
Overwhelming.

You are engulfed.
Your stomach writhes,
Yearning for release.

You reach the zenith of your pain.

The storm calms.
The wind slows.
The thunder fades.

Leaving a tranquil, serene place
In the midst of disaster.

#anxiety #storm #body

Rhiannon Clayton Jun 6

I Remember

I remember kindness.
I remember love.
I remember grace so pure that it blinded me like the sun.
I will carry that with me always.
I will shield it like the light within me, a light that grows each time I rise above the ugliness I have known.
Every time I choose life, I remember you.
Every time I choose to care for myself instead of letting this world make me feel unworthy of love, I remember.
Thank you for all the love you poured into me and for being a light during my storms.
I remember…

-Rhia Clay

#remember #love #thank #you #light #storm #blinded #sun #grace #pure

kate May 21

06.29.2024

I am a resilient seed in the eye of the hurricane.
Once the storm calms, I will bloom and nothing can uproot me.
I don't care if every other plant is wiped out.
I don't care if I am the last one standing.
I refuse to care anymore.
You failed as my haven.

#bloom #storm #resilience #grief #perseverance

alex May 20

Our storm

I’m bored now.
I don’t want the calm before the storm
I want the storm,
right now.

break me,
burn me,
do whatever,
I’m ready.

I crave the storm that makes me feel alive again

#love #storm #burn #breaking

Kewayne Wadley May 20

Storms Get Hungry Too

I don’t know if you ever listened to the sky

when it gets hungry.

It growls.
It rumbles.
Even roams.

It sits in the dark,
contemplating what it wants.

Then,

Boom.

Thunder hits
without warning.

At some point,
we've all been there
hungry, with no idea
what we want to eat,
no one to ask,
everything sounding good.

Thunder hits again.

The hush left to whisper
between lips,
******* in air.

It’s enough to make you mad.

The rain doesn’t wait.
The lightning
not knowing where to begin.

Hunger waits for release.

I am the moment
that waits for you

in-between

#poetry #community #free #verse #thunder #storm #season #rainy #dark #skies

Vitæ May 18

Quiet storm

The cold end of a knife

is a hail storm—

a biting reminder

of why one cut

runs deeper than disaster.

How loud,

each thundering heartbeat!

How silent,

the fall of a thousand fears.

When your body

is inside the eye of a storm

long enough

for each howl to cut through

everything, then

you’ll know how to breathe

out without bleeding.

When you’re free

of all the things you have seen,

come outside—

the wind

is a dance of good things.

Soft, unsharpened things.

Things that do not ask

to be survived.

#wind #hail #storm #transience

MetaVerse May 17

$?

Rolls through the valley
A May storm with itchy *****—
What price bonobos?

#may #storm #nature #haiku #bonobo #animals #ginsberg #buson #spring