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Crying In The Rain

he thought he knew her 
this man she married….

inside those morning glory eyes
her tentative blooms unfolding 
soft and pink with desires fire….
reserved for just his caress
that he crushed and stepped upon

whiskey is much better
when its aged…
and he has some growing to do 

amid the whimpers of a sudden rain
pelting with a vengeance
all the skin can do is take the cracking
as its human capacity is limited

where did she go he wonders 
questioning her disappearance 
with unjustified despondence
(still consumed with just himself)
as she vanishes without a trace

sometimes the ropes break…
and sometimes they come untied
even steel chains come unbound
in moments of clarity

he remembers how he once held her
(vapors are fragile but consuming)
even then in a choke hold
grasped around her once willing 
pale and bruised up neck
with rough hands and lies
he believed as well as her
leaving her mummified and torn

oh ignorance leaves one in nirvana 

violins sound sorrowful when played at loves demise

so when the music floats upon a lonely air
going nowhere on a ripped up wind
does he have a right to grieve what is lost
(a bit like a baby that lost its toy)
when he threw it out with Mondays garbage

and only now 
when its gone 
(attempting to excavate a grave)
does he mourn its passing…..

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  1. Date: 9/18/2013 10:52:00 AM
    miss reading your works, hope all is well....TAH

  1. Date: 6/3/2009 11:18:00 AM
    Christie,..Awesome write,..sad but true,..lifes burdens inspire writes such as this. Great poetry Christie, just great !! james

  1. Date: 5/27/2009 7:41:00 AM
    this is so well written and so stunning. it burns me to read it. great job. janetta

  1. Date: 5/25/2009 7:57:00 PM
    an amazing write, and you have pointed out the most powerful message that no one seems to find till later,,you never miss what you had untill its gone, then you end up blaming them for your loss when it was all yours,,,wonderfully written,,and Thank you for your precious words and especially for reading my poem,,blessings..Cecil

  1. Date: 5/24/2009 5:02:00 AM
    Another amazing piece Christie, my you can certainly write poetry, just wonderful, James

  1. Date: 5/20/2009 10:44:00 AM
    This is a great poem Christie, life is a complicated kat and sometimes very unkind. however, we shall continue to love and to love and love some more ... alopez

  1. Date: 5/15/2009 8:51:00 AM
    A beautiful exposition of a fragile sensibility ... you have the tact of excavating th eundertones of human relationship and bringing petals to life ... in such sustain way that brook no overtelling ... pure precision of brilliance!

  1. Date: 5/14/2009 7:28:00 PM
    Sometimes the object of desire becomes the victim and it takes unheralded courage to undo the bonds. Meanwhile the other half never even knew the beauty of what they once had. You are an exceptional writer. God Bless. Vince

  1. Date: 5/14/2009 7:55:00 AM
    One of my favorite! "Amid the whimpers of a sudden rain" lovely line...beautiful piece that captures my heart!

  1. Date: 5/14/2009 2:12:00 AM
    My dear, you know I know this. and it makes me sad for the both of us. I'm crying with you, hun. biggest hugs ever. love, me...p.s-will call soon, as soon as my insane life slows a bit! I had to witness a kitty being put to sleep yesterday - it was a really hard day. :(

  1. Date: 5/14/2009 12:09:00 AM
    Just love this image Christie'violins sound sorrowful when played at loves demise' Thanks for your kind words today.Rgds Brian

  1. Date: 5/13/2009 5:20:00 PM
    Smile~Oh, I thought it might be about myself? Because I have been being slanged by so many people as of late! And I do not know why? Do "You" why? But anyway, sorry for the mis-interpretation, "Precious, Gifted & Beautiful Christie Moses!!!!":):):)~I truly & sincerely hope that life has been treating "You" absolutely wonderfully dear lady--And this was a powerful write, from an old friend, and a "Magnificent Poetess!!!":):):)~"My Love Always To 'You & Your Angel Brianna,' Forever, John!":) Bye~

  1. Date: 5/13/2009 4:26:00 PM
    Beautiful write my darling little niece. Forgive me if I'm wrong in posting this but...As for you John, you obviously have no idea who Christie is. She writes of life,lose,pain and is always honest with her words. I wonder John, could you be one of these abuser's Christie writes of? Is that why you take offense to her poem??

  1. Date: 5/13/2009 3:37:00 PM
    John this poem is written about a real persons life and a real persons troubles and has absolutely nothing to do with Poetry soup or anyone on it.

  1. Date: 5/13/2009 3:36:00 PM
    Sigh.... up to your old tricks again John... how tedious

  1. Date: 5/13/2009 2:56:00 PM
    Sounds right on. This guy was a candidate for a frontal lobotomy. Correction! A frontal L. was probably too good for him. Verbage I can sometimes understand, but violence? NO WAY! We are resposible for our actions. I have little sympathy for retrospect. As usual, Christie, you be de one! Love, daver

  1. Date: 5/13/2009 1:16:00 PM
    ... as always you write... and the words speak volumes. No matter what the subject matter... I remain the humble servant of the Goddess of Poetry ........ :)

  1. Date: 5/13/2009 1:13:00 PM
    Hi Christie... the greatest strength a man can possess is tenderness. It takes most men a long long time to learn this and some never do. As soon as a single hand is raised, it reveals their weakness for all its muscle, and stalwart masculinity .. to be man... emotionless ... except by violence..... What kind of man is that ? Not a man at all, no, just a bully who's oppression of the weaker and frail.... feeds a sad and twisted ego of a shadow of a man.

  1. Date: 5/13/2009 10:27:00 AM
    Beautiful work Christie, "violins sound sorrowful when played at loves demise" beautiful line...Raul

  1. Date: 5/13/2009 8:00:00 AM
    Powerful write, full of angst and regrets. A lot of 'if onlys'. So realistically written, the writer being one with her writing and succeeding to put herself in her characters' shoes. In the end, both characters end up losers and just like in an old Kris Kristofferson song..."Nobody wins". A damn good write, Christie. Fred (PS This reminds me so much of the Everly Brothers' Crying In the Rain and Fred Rose's 'Blue Eyes Crying In the Rain, though the themes are not exactly the same)