Storm Poems
Reflections of the Self
by Ayatullah Nurjati
As I stand, a poet in an ocean of words,
Unspoken feelings, unheard verses surge.
What is this craft, this calling to write?
Is it light for others or my own plight?
I pen the tales of others, the struggles they bear,
Yet each word I write is a weight I wear.
To live, to serve, to break free from norm,
A poet’s life—a perpetual storm.
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Pleasant Aftermath
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Emma Morris was ten years old, when yellow moon danced with stars;
On raven nights of magenta twinkling, in company of mulberry Mars.
Emma had sisters and brothers, and they dwelled in a house in town;
On a street bordered by orange sun, when dusk was colored brown.
Emma enjoyed singing, as do rapt songbirds, from morning to night,
In hues of red, yellow and green. Like vivid circuses, blithe and bright.
Firecrackers proclaimed fervently, the hundreds years old, Fourth of July.
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Storm - Before And After
by Tonmoy Datta Mishu
This time, the wind blows,
Just like I wanted once.
I wanted to feel the strength of the wind,
Standing by the seashore.
I wanted to give all of myself to the nature.
I was hungry,
There was no shelter for me.
It was cold, I was shivering.
I didn’t know what to do,
I was all alone.
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A poem written in Rain
by Aditi Hayaran
During the rainy days, I'll step outside,
When the sky is dark and no people in sight,
To get drenched in the rain,
And feel the rain drops.
I will walk until the rain stops,
To see the pits filled with water.
In the puddle, I'll try to find,
The reflection of you I have in my mind.
In the puddles—fleeting glimpses, a smile, a touch, a goodbye.
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When the Clouds Roll In
by Leo Warne
On this new day the sky is mad
darkness seems to doom all man.
The clouds far up away from this land,
all of life seems to have ran.
Soaring along with the mourning lark,
while all the world is shrouded in dark.
Through the door my spirit flies,
and up unto the Heaven's high.
Pleasant Aftermath
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Emma Morris was ten years old, when yellow moon danced with stars;
On raven nights of magenta twinkling, in company of mulberry Mars.
Emma had sisters and brothers, and they dwelled in a house in town;
On a street bordered by orange sun, when dusk was colored brown.
Emma enjoyed singing, as do rapt songbirds, from morning to night,
In hues of red, yellow and green. Like vivid circuses, blithe and bright.
Firecrackers proclaimed fervently, the hundreds years old, Fourth of July.
......
Storm - Before And After
by Tonmoy Datta Mishu
This time, the wind blows,
Just like I wanted once.
I wanted to feel the strength of the wind,
Standing by the seashore.
I wanted to give all of myself to the nature.
I was hungry,
There was no shelter for me.
It was cold, I was shivering.
I didn’t know what to do,
I was all alone.
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Along with the Thunder
by Ghairo Daniels
Along With The Thunder
Along with the Thunder
came Tempestas, goddess of storms
turtle doves scattered on
corrugated roof, grey feathers flying when glimpsing her fierce amber countenance
this is time of rattling cracked panes
loose screws
when weather ruled, seemingly profane
warmonger wind howls or laughs
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A poem written in Rain
by Aditi Hayaran
During the rainy days, I'll step outside,
When the sky is dark and no people in sight,
To get drenched in the rain,
And feel the rain drops.
I will walk until the rain stops,
To see the pits filled with water.
In the puddle, I'll try to find,
The reflection of you I have in my mind.
In the puddles—fleeting glimpses, a smile, a touch, a goodbye.
......
Reflections of the Self
by Ayatullah Nurjati
As I stand, a poet in an ocean of words,
Unspoken feelings, unheard verses surge.
What is this craft, this calling to write?
Is it light for others or my own plight?
I pen the tales of others, the struggles they bear,
Yet each word I write is a weight I wear.
To live, to serve, to break free from norm,
A poet’s life—a perpetual storm.
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