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The storm in the sky  It can't be controlled The rain comes down  The thunder sounds I try to take cover but no where to go  Hide your treasure Don't let them know
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Do you hear the storm coming? feel the thunder shaking the ground? can you see the lightning in the distance? feel the wind weaving through your clothes? can you hear the rain getting closer and louder and heavier?
  Bipolar is:extreme changes in mood, from mania to depression. Between these mood episodes, a person with bipolar disorder may experience normal moods. My idea of bipolar:  
Like a flower bright and tall Surrounded by weeds But shines and never hides Making it through Being pulled down to doom  
Stormy weather comes with the lighting that flashes, but never strikes The thunder that cracks, but inevitably fades The wind that pushes, and almost wins The rain that drenches, and weighs her down slightly
He shook me furiously and the thunder shook the house surrounding my fragile skeleton.   ~awatr
The storm was closing in The ship wouldn’t survive The Captain told us to take the lifeboat “Go back home to your wives”   We all piled in But we didn’t want to leave The Captain was adamant
It’s said that you only really appreciate something when it’s gone It’s a cliché, I know, but I can’t tell you how real that is Especially when it’s something you’ve never even had I can’t say much,
water drips from the sky like blood staining all the land it hits the ground without a sound there is nowhere safe to stand
I see it over there on the horizon and dread what it is to come. Knowing there is no escaping makes me feel all numb. Oh why on why do I feel this way, I thought I got help.
my friend’s funeral was a cloudy day. a joyous celebration of life. the clouds spoiled the ambiance, but the rain never came.  
Poetry is a storm  Forlorn and freeing to me. Drops in an ocean,      drops of emotion, a crazy wild downpour  of speaking human feeling. Drops of wild,      drops of love,
It smells like rain Like screen porches and grass Earlier the sky turned gray Almost green And the rain sounded like hail
To see the world  Through the frame of words   The moon in the sky Above ponderosa pines This scent in the air  Of the rain and wind   To catch and pin  The world to the page
The worst part was waiting in this uncanny limbo. We were sitting prey for the storm to come.
Rain, Rain don’t go away, Please stay for another day. Your voice is calming, Your air is taunting. The sleep you bring is blissful,
who am I? nothing feels right. I cannot see with sight or, at least not quite, my skin feels too tight  around this soul. around this hole; that's consuming me, their presuming me;
The silk-soft dewdrops crash so quickly against the calloused ground,The scent of fresh earth fills my nose.The birds take cover all around,I see the blooming of a rose. Calmness fills the silence,I watch the soft flowers be rinsed.The water glide
  The trees they sway. The wind convey, Their branches all a ’swinging. The breeze can whisper, Make you shiver, On feathery wisps a ’winging.   The wind grows louder,
Sunday’s best paired with lightning clouds Corrective seems too staged Your heavens never cleared Ain’t like you to cry on this page
Little girl, now don't be sad, I understand your pain, How you feel there's no way out, That you have gone insane.
As the storm passed the sea hushed. The winds aroma of salt and  the calm waves send her in a sway. As a child of the cosmos, her soul belongs to the universe. Her lungs fill with moon dust.
The angry skies on a sleepless night, Rolling thunder, flashes of light, A tireless battle midst roiling clouds.   A quick parry, a sudden thrust, Their booming voices,
“Storm”   Have my anger, my greed, and my anxiety But foul thoughts, aren’t reminiscent of my piety. So time after time - and via subtle rhymes.
My love For thunderclouds And rainy nights Is like my love For you   Cold and depressing.  
Time slip beneath no wind as the purple star shaped petals glisten Voices can be heard within the hollow air The clouds hold heavy as it grew by the minute
The clouds start moving in, obscuring the midday sky. They layer upon one another, blocking out all available sunshine.   The wind picks up, rushing through the trees.
Several thoughts circle around my mind sometimes, yes, I'd be lying if I said I was fine. These thoughts know my mind more than I know myself, they have made a home between my nerves. A peaceful place inside the chaos.
A long voyage to undertake embarks Sailing ships through waters tumble and rough Veiled mystique takes hold of shipmen’s hearts Arrows try to end the war before it starts
Deep-throated thunder booming across the vale Shattered glass and Called out to my heart like home.
The thunder; it roars in the night resembling my stomach, for which I haven't ate a thing in days. Staring at my food, picking around it with my fork. The wind seems to blow cold sharp shards into my skin.  
Lifting my eyes to the sky above me, I enjoyed one last glimpse of the light. And as I prepared my heart, in came the clouds of darkness To surround me in a seemingly endless night.  
Against the stormy gusts of winter’s day Thy edge should blunter be than appetite For, thou betraying me, I do betray
This year has tested me. Tested my strength, Tested my courage, Tested my ability.  Problems arising like constant showers during a storm, All day and all night, It's never ending.
if i could tell you one thing i would tell you that i was sorry really sorry, aching chest sorry and i would tell you to love yourself
With eyes like thunder, The girl raged like the sky and Spewed lighting as if it were words. With mirroring fury, The ocean thrashed and beat the cliffs As the girl swept away her room and
You’re making me new Giving me a new groove. Wiping clear the past, Correcting us with Your divine chast. While the rod de God hurts
All these tears are washing away with the rain All these fears are stripping away my insanity Every memory fades away with the past And each thought of you hurts more than the last  
A storm is coming  The school is quite  kids slam car doors and ride off on bikes  with unbuckled helmets   fast  they hurry home    Wheels buzz  like bee's wings 
Who knows me better than the Earth? The rain pours down to where I perch This feeling, being all alone Think to myself, "What am I worth?"
Rain-laden clouds Swept Over the land, Meeting with The untouched Dusky sky, Heralding the treacherous, Disastrous deluge from the Heavens that was Yet to come.
The rain falls and it sounds like bullet casings; The rain falls and it sounds like home.  The thunder comes and I am hiding,  Under a table, away from you. From your thunder-clap hands,
My mindset is a thunderstorm. In the darkness I am lost and blinded by a storm cloud. There is, however, some hope for this natural disaster.  
I love when it rains like the Heavens are crying And I wonder if it’s that or something interstellar Maybe the stars are happy and the clouds were watching So they cried tears of joy Maybe He saw that we needed rain
the feeling of raindrops  the smell of heavy skies  the warm water-laden breeze   remind me of home    the dark earth smell  and clear cut water   make me want to bottle up  
I've never heard such a ruckus, Even after the rocks, and the hail panging against the clean window. Scratching, tearing away- The storm lifted higher Those clouds now emerge even
All I ever wanted is gone, down on the ground with the debris. All is lost undrneath the dirt and rocks Down with the worms, the bird seed amist of rain washes away into the gutter. Unchained and unchanged am I
A fire: I will take everything You ever loved And burn it to the ground. A wind: I will whip these ashes around you, Taunting you with memories lost,
I am a whirlwind, A tornado, A hurricane. I am a force of nature. And I am trying So, so hard Not to tear you to pieces. But Storms were not meant to be contained
Like a sudden wind she was there in my life A gust that blew in from parts unknown Swirled clouds around me, and it had my attention And soon, a sweet rain started to fall Refreshing in a way I had forgotten
The lemon grass scent belonged to her pecan tinted skin.   Her stare soft but filled with a pinch of fear.   When the breeze roared and fell on us heavy like a brick.  
I gasp in fear as I for the first time see The frightening, frothy foam around me With selfish fright, I see the swiftness of the water Flowing steadily to you, my father  
The dust swirled with great aggression, resembling my thoughts, twisted and uncontrollable. The sky illuminated with darkness, black and gray, and ash,
Pludering towards the shores  the hurricane rises higher, each wave more fierce then that last.  The sea green water churns  and those on land fear the damage it may do,
(written 6/2/2015) A furious cold envelopes my envious starving flesh In the same way that the crying streetlights flood the earth in clouded salty tears
The wind will rip through your hair. The rain will pound on the ground. The thunder will roar overhead. But you msut stand your ground.   The shots will be fired. The dust will rise.
If tears are only saltwater streaks, then my heart must be as wide and deep as the ocean and just as rough and salty.  The waves are crashing  against me, but I only feel numb now.  
In your eyes is rain on the dese
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Gracefully I dance
My senses are sharpened  The will has toughened Into a planet I go With a shadow of a dream   The darkness surrounds me In destiny I stand Come here little man The slaughter comes fast
Pain, pain, so easy to feel, so easy to see
The rain pounds down
 Shifting
 Dancing through the air
 Without a care in the world
 And meeting the ground
 In the harmonious union
 Known as mud
 The wind howls
 Jealous of the rain

Purging concerns and shadowed secrets, Spilling tears and spitting hate. Catharsis is a spinning storm Where you release the weight.   The storm comes back again, As night claims the horizon,
She was dying. Withering away inside herself.
My life, is a ship lost at sea, with the wind raging and waves tossed up at me. On a course unset, with the sun set beautifully. That light in the distance is my little fix that I use to see.
The air hangs heavy in the room  And one can only feel the gloom As one sits there all alone As the storm goes on  
One look has more power than a lightning strike for in her eyes you can see the impending storm The fierce clouds that once colored the distance
Who is it that I see when I look into the sky? Is it her? No, maybe it’s her. No, neither, it’s a blank canvas to me.
it started with a wave no a tsunami. it started with a tsunami bringing chaos to the order crushing the structure flooding normal until i was drowning in an endless ocean
Rivers, made of streets, rushed by;rising higherthrough the night. Houses crumbled to the ground;people lost anddead were found.
If you asked me to name your beauty, I would say you are a sky.  
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The clouds roll over the sky, And the rain begins to fall, As if they have lost everything. Some think it's beautiful. But if crying is beautiful, then so is the darkness.
Sunny day With a light rain Calm, peaceful, beautiful  Suddenly, a strong wind rises It gets stormy; wild Violent weather, and the rain intensifies The sky is dark
Soft, Calm, Cataclysm Thats what I call a storm Barely suppressed fury Thats what I call a storm
He'll beat you with secrets He'll be drunk off lies You'd be a fool to fall into his trap   I know I cannot control you Your life is yours to live Experiment with your set of boys in
Sometimes I think the weather follows me.The moon she still watches melike the day I was born.The storm on the air, it destroys with me.Lightning from inside of meleaves us blistered and torn.
I am a wind. I am the air rushing through the leaves, Happy and energetic, Flying and free. Sometimes my speed picks up. I get angry. I run from my problems. I know I can be too much sometimes.
Pitter patter pitter patter The rain falls so softly As I sit and drink my coffee Thinking to myself how peaceful that day would be Sitting there writing poetry Sinking in my chair
Ask my grandmother what it is like to live  with her husband, my Papa, and she'll point her doe eyes straight  into your soul with a gaze full of fear. Fear of the constant storm that hangs 
H appine    ss unknown to us as promising as GNIHTON as obtainable as air
I feel a poem like you feel rain hanging in the air, stirring the skies soon to strike skin but not quite yet the way birds declare spring miles before you smell puddles how the beetles cower in tree-nooks
I am a force to be reckoned with. I seize emotions, Dazzle with my inner chaos, And topple egos.
Watching the storm grow stronger, so do my emotions.  
A night of rain brings many memories, each drop whispers the words of love for
Let me hear the rolling thunder Let me stand out in the rain Envelope the days and troubles Wash away the hidden stain
The sky begins to turn black, The thunder rolls on, The winds pick up, And the storm moves in. The grass sways and stirs, The animals grow wary. The storm has arrived,
I step into the grass Feel each soft, dew-slick blade
I’m wrapped up tight within my sheets Behind my curtains blows a gust Up and down the lonely streets   Calm my heart, this I must As the shadows find me still In gentle dreams can I trust?  
Simmer in the sun, Dive in the lake. Roll in the fescue, Feel the wind break.   Frolic in the flowers, Dance in the rain. Twirl under trees,
Hear the rushing and the gushing Of the wind’s resounding might, O’er the ruckus of the rain
One day, my shoulders will give inDefiance will admit defeat, and they willDrop, like theBone-weary man wrapped around himself, shivering in the cold.  
Droplets of water fall from the sky
Her hair frames her face in tarnished-golden wringlets barely going past her shoulders her face, long, glowing with  elegance and grace  her eyes, an aqua blue so light in tint
Thunder striking Rivers crashing Lightning blinding Storm raging Foaming darkness Screaming anger Swiftly moving Billowing clouds
Hold on tight as the wind is blowing by  Grab onto the side and don't you let go, It will feel heavy but the days will fly.   The vibrations may make you want to die
I never thought the day would come
the ladies of the foam prepare for the dance their legs kicking higher as they stretch to the sky the ladies of the foam start the opening number slowly
These cold hands are stuggling  Can't get warm if anything I try and try again Only to get colder than The heart of this dead body walking I can't resist the coughing
  A Christmas tree puzzle sits in pieces on the dirty-white carpet floor. A little girl in a decorated blue sweater is looking out her rain-drenched window to see her slowly flooding street.  
A light coral stains her pale cheeck
Are you frightened by the storm? Come with me where you’ll be warm, The moon tried to reach the earth, Casting midnight’s afterbirth. Lightning scars the blackened skies, Come with me, we’ll run and hide,
The calm before Yolanda
Waves crash against the shore, A storm is on its way. I cling to my desk in a bitter hope That it will all pass over me.   But as they walk by, Their lightning strikes— Cold, hard stares
Your generalizations on girls Could be a hidden truth of My worth to you, But in your eyes I spot Total opposite of these "hidden truths". Your worth to me seems So much higher than my Worth to you,
I wish I lived alone so no one would have to hear the rain fall and the rolling thunder Instead I hide and bury myself in blankets and pillows in fear of being heard.
I am stuck between two conflicting forces They pull me side to side as if I am in a storm on a boat Well today my boat is my mind and my hair is the storm   Pull left tug right A flat iron or curls
  Each time I peered down the rabbit hole I got a glimpse of a forgotten world It’s dreamt about, but no one ever dares to go there I wasn’t any better Just an audience, a speculator from bird’s eye view
That storm was a woman.Once nearly silent; she sat away in the corner. Her beauty and sparkling eyes disguised her strinking tongue.
Why, my daisy, Do your petals droop? Fading, falling to the ground? And why, my daisy, Do you bow down to the wind When gusts growl and roar with rage?
The Rain It Falls. Those Cannonballs Exploding Upon The Ground.   Destruction   Our Home It Crumbles. My Sisters They Drown. The Life of an Ant  
You're like a storm, Beauty and power rolled into one. I'm strangely fascinated by you,  Yet afraid of the havoc and destruction you'll leave in your wake. Your eyes are lightning,
One runny nose and two puffy red eyes says she's being irrational, A barrage of words only partially heartfelt, Unstoppable and not the least bit held back Tongue. Teeth. Lips. Air.  
Silver shining, lightly lying, beneath the bellowing clouds Creeping slowly, settling flowing, rising from the ground Not a whisper or a sigh, missing or awry, in the wondering eye
I write to feel.   I write becouse I need it to be real.  The words on the page solidify my brain, allowing me to no longer feel the pain. I write for the good, I  feel the evil.
When in October, the showers did fall The fierce winds piercing, they had destroyed all A roaring monster, an ominous beast
I fly because I have no wings. My dreams are never constant. My hands sometimes have blood strewn across my fingers, my head is sometimes a floatless blob. To dream means that you care.
I use to sit alone in my dark room surrounded by clouds of dark thoughts My life was so cold back then and I kept thinking I couldn't last too much further on
  Watch the rain drizzle downIt threatens to ne'er endBut all wounds someday healAnd wings will always mend
The roaring of the seas, Clogs my ears for me. Fears pound around my head, Hidden now and then, By rising droplet armies,
I don't want a sweet heart no flowers or sweet nothings It's not for me if it doesn't scare me I need the fear  it brings So take your easy lover  and wash it downt he rain
Panic sets in..  There's another storm in my temple, but it naturally stands firm. A place of ryhthmic vibrations, and home of love's peculiar creations. There's a need for an outpour,
You're all I think about; morning, noon, and night. When you're not around, I miss you so much and it hurts so bad... You take a big part of me...my heart...and I'll never ask for it back.
 The king within his castle looked out upon the sky, The dead-still air seemed restless, the sunlight seemed to die. The clouds came marching onward, an army dread and chill; Within his purple chambers, the king kept watching still.    A rippling
-----------------------------------------   Like a storm baby Let's make way   Lightening. Thunder.   No sight of day. Dark Cold and damp.  
Superstorm Sandy took away my home.  She didn't take away the walls or the floorboards,  and my bed hasn't moved at all. But She took away our light, for all of seven solid nights.
Just like the calm before the Storm There was serenity in my heart Then you had to come into it And everything just falls apart   My Mind is a screming chaos Like a ship stuck in the Storm
They tried to teach poetry as a class in fifth grade, Even the teacher opposed to ‘teaching’ poetry, Poetry is not taught, it is felt in your heart and soul, It is a way of expressing yourself like nothing and no one else,
stopped in the street cant feel my heart beat snow falls down most wonderful dreaming clouds all the bad things in the world obliterate into an unknown swirl chills through your spine
The calm, cool wind Whistles outside A storm rising Threatens to take a life Raindrops tease the ground Toying with the air A blanket covers the sky Taking away light
A ship was caught on the sea one night, Caught in a massive storm. It was as if it were fighting a big fight. Almost no one could cease to mourn.
There is a fire in the sky! A beautiful arrangement of clouds burning alive! Celestial inferno! You have come to call for me With a blaze of Inti’s fire!
I saw you dancing in the rain As your body swerved The treacherous wind swayed Your foot skudded skud skud against the pavement floor and with it the rain beat beat against the earth's core
When love breaks its like a storm Inside everything is torn The smell of rain is rolling in You know this love is about to end For a moment everything stalls While the first rain drop has time to fall
The storm takes all that it tuches Consuming and Devoring is al it knows One man ravles the wast land of the storm Looking for one rose The storm has taken all that he has This man has nothing to lose
His night is rough and bleak Tears run down his cheeks As the rain pours and slaps the ground His father hits him, yet he doesn’t make a sound For he knows the consequence of yelling
A sweltering hot summer’s day Clouds gather like a funeral procession And let down their tears Earth is cleansed as pelting sheets of drops flood empty streets Empty but for one bare-footed stranger
Kiss me good night As the stars crash around us And day turns slowly to night-- As fog rolls across your face Blocking you from my view, But not from my heart. Hold me close As the clouds dance above
Long ago, you were a clap of a thunder, the power behind a gentle smile, the pulling of a window shade the clinking of ice cubes against glass. You were the lines of experience around dark, bright eyes.
Down the jaded, dusty road to the west, Clouds form coalitions with no lassitude, And white billows transcend beyond the dark ones, Occult behind the density of the precursors of a transformation.
Before the day of the wind, Before it aggrandized and became a threat, Before it swirled above me, becoming anything but vapid, I had the sleazy, grass-topped shelter that I called home.
Shining drops caress the leaves Singing the song the nighttime weaves. Lightning flashes, the thunder chimes To the chaos of my mind. Passionate love, wild like fury. The edges of reality becoming blurry.
The sky is dark and haunting. It speaks with a voice that echoes across the world in omnipotent waves, forcing the weak into the shadows. Pockets of grey precipitation are illuminated intermittently by a heavenly source.
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