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For Every Storm

Rating: 4.3

For every storm there is a room
And find the palace now,
From deserts are a tomb and gloom,
Where clothes must just allow.

The clothing kisses us on cheek,
When effort made us worse,
The cloth we wear is rather chic,
And worry is a curse.

The storm shall grow at all the speed
That problems make us mad,
You did not follow, or then bleed
As madness is your dad.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ken E Hall 14 May 2010

For every storm there is our castle and dad will use his sword.pity my did'nt he took off when I was four ..good poem open to different thoughts...regards

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Michael Gale 06 January 2010

Great poem. An easy ten was given here. God bless us all-MJG.

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sumaira .....ir 19 January 2009

Beautifully write.. Had a different touch...

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Adeline Foster 02 July 2008

This is a good poem. Yes, to be reread and the desert theme can be felt. Although I expected the last word to read “For in madness we are clad.” to go along with the clothing reference. Still very good. Adeline

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Greenwolfe 1962 29 June 2008

I gave this a 10 because I believe I understand it, and if I can, I figure others can as well. This is a magnificent poem to read again and again. There aren't many of those. GW62

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Chinedu Dike 25 June 2019

An insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing and remain enriched.

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Iftekhar Ifti 27 February 2019

“For every storm there is a room” There is deep thought you expressed. Nice

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Prabir Gayen 06 January 2019

The storm shall grow at all the speed That problems make us mad, You did not follow, or then bleed As madness is your dad......very fine expression..

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Howard Savage 07 February 2016

For very storm there is a room, a very profound poem.

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Howard Savage 03 January 2016

A very encouraging poem good writing, concerning reality.

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