Little Blue Bird of rain.
Rain, rain go away
Little Blue Bird of Rain, needs to shine again
In her version the sun dried, up all her tears
Leaving hurtful rain inside the bird
Destructive past sudden cheers
Waking up to empty words
When abandoned by her peers
Just not knowing what had just occurred
Drowning herself in a life of Jane Doe.
Never know who she really is
When all she loves hanging her lowest moment
The rain brought out Mary-Jane.
As the bird lost its glow.
The rain tricked her once to use Cocaine.
As her feathers met that one Joe.
He broke her wing and brought more Rain.
Very young, very sweet.
Living her life in the fast lane.
Hard for her to stand on her feet.
Balanced her life on one leg, like the crane.
Curtains hang over her wings.
While she let no one near her domain.
While she flies through the heavy rain.
She finds her comfort with a pen.
Using the lords name in vain.
Cursing all her backstabbing friends
With no one around to explain?
All the sorrow left her on a railroad track.
Ending up like the runaway train.
Only she can get her life back.
If for myself I ever felt pain?
I felt more pain at what she wrote about.
In my face on my left side
Your poetry comes to life in my head.
Visions of her wanting to be dead.
Oh! How I wish this life she did not dread.
You hide the tears you shed so well.
A life with balls you cut the chains.
You diss, Your parents to go to hell.
Little Blue Bird of Rain, don't let them fools drive you insane.
Little Blue Bird of Rain.
If a sparrow could show you,
There is more to life than pain.
Under the umbrella, the sparrow would cover you.
No one wants to see her colors drain.
What a world to master her feathers into art.
The gift of words runs through her vein
The paintings on her wall.
A dream of a bad seed of grain.
One day our Little Blue Bird will stand tall.
To free herself from all the Rain.
To: Rain aka- Joy Loveless
Our sweet 16-year-old
Tears Of Serious
Two rivers of silver approach you at a time by crying
Taking on water in rain as they serpentine by around black rocks
And other fears that gather up about their banks
One silver moving wall of water is shallow in its depths
Remains nameless all the same, once again, then evaporates
Hides, mourning on the shore and then it is no more
The other moving liquid body flows by, goes by Serious
It turns in pain, winds around the landscape meanderings
Serpentines, absorbing rain and young children to its depths
No one knows why the river runs so long so deep
But there are tears in it originating from old faces
Forming on old mountains as they trickle down, cascading
Tears of Serious are created from many deaths
Now in her depths
A thorough yield
On a farm field of far east
It took me time to realize
How far I am to my far east of coast
Call of my weather
Call of my winds
I sailed further and farther
To my naked coasts
Naive songs, Nimble rains
Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds
Reaching this far
I kissed my earth
Ground of my grief
Glory of my ghosts
Glad is those leaves
However scanty they are
Cast is my shadows
No longer they hide
My colors and my figures
They cast numbers on stars
Measure their light
Scope my winters
Scale my summers
Scanty my rains
Scuttle I wish my springs
Now let me see my greens
Their leveling heights
Their leafy gaze
Their spiderly gesture
Their primordial texture
Now let me be slow
In company of my greens
#Poem by +Gokul Alex
Those were the days of my youth
I was young and I was wild
Days were young and I was new
When money became my pride
I was searching in all the places
To see what I was gonna be
Searching all around the world
Not knowing, the answer's within me
I was blind in my pride
Love made it hard to see
Didn't know?really money
Could be my enemy
Took me days and I grew old
Finally I found the truth
Love and money had ruined my days
The precious days of my youth
Minutes pass like the slow falling grains in an hourglass.
Days fade away like the clouds of spring showers in early May.
Time goes on though you may not hear the ticks.
With mysterious design
Time; one of nature’s best tricks.
Some of us move forward,
Others stuck in the past.
Though we must be quick to make a move,
For this moment could be our last.
Seconds waste no time like the beating of my heart.
Hours can seem torturous.
Those who are impatient would rather be torn apart.
Your life may end when expected or suddenly,
But remember time doesn’t stop for you,
Neither will it for me.
On that cloudy weekend in June
I hear a soft and graceful tune
from the grey bird on the tree
Singing sweet lullabies felt
blessed in the moment
My body tingles of joy at sight
Gazing out through
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon
Heart filled with emotion came
Grey bird stood playing its tune
for awhile and on the wings of
Then as the rain fell from the
sky the grey bird flew away
I blew a kiss to the clouds and
utterd these simple words of I
Love You father ( who's now in
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear
that grey bird sing again once
more for me
Farewell, love your son
Poem contest for Debbie -referential
Unnamed God’s Of The Winds
Ethereal unseeing creatures drink up the feathery winds
Immortals, ancient gods, ride on the backs of clouds
Smoke them like cigarettes unfiltered
Rise invisible to drink the sky and everything in it
Once rain fills them up they turn to fog
Another unnamed god
Filling up the bodies of the wind
Fog clouds empty again as rain
They come down just the same as puffs of smoke
Solid winds are stronger on the storm
Dragged down by water falls then drowned
You can feel them on the skin between the drops
Falling through the atmosphere
Created on 12/23/14 for -Shadow Hamilton’s -“Gods Of Winds” Poetry Contest
Bubbling brown ridges strike
The confining dimensions in a hostile yawn:
Walk the world no longer, an ending beckons,
A precipice builds moments where swallows wager wings
On new seed: New breeds.
Falling buys the assurance of seconds
From a sinking well.
Remember us when the globe begins to slip,
Bang drums for our pity:
Our crescendos mean less than meaningless.
And then, when spheres crack, continue
On the whorl of a thumb,
Stretching hope to nothing.
Droplets of water hit the roof so hard
I could barely hear myself think
as it washed down dirt from the corrugated
The smell of dust hung around like
the scent of incense burning from the altar,
heat steamed from the sun burnt earth like water
poured on hot coal.
From my window I could see empty
polythene bags hovering in the air,
trees swaying to the rhythm of the wind
and animals scampering for shelter.
I took-off my clothes and jumped into
the rain reminiscent of my childhood when
Mother would let us dance in the rain
and bathe us with warm water afterwards.
but now I'm a grown man and all I want
to do is dance in the rain.
Been living like a train,
running on a drawn line.
Drinking too much wine,
to fight all the pain.
Tears fall like rain
Under despair's reign.
And I search for a sign,
that will show me all's fine.
I don't want to whine,
but I got no place to dine.
I'm too far across the line,
I cant even feel the pain.
Been down every lane,
there's nothing left to be seen.
I'm a lion without its mane,
just waiting to be slain.
Come... we are wet clothes
clung to bodies clung to storm
where the rain falls up.
Jousting and parrying the parasol defend the brolly Etiquette has lost the brawl on the way to the trolley To raise it a little higher a common courtesy Today they are wielding them with no mercy Wetter now two men stuck in the door with their shields It is not the days of chivalry I’m glad they're not fighting for real It’s like they are standing under a tree after the rain has quit In the age of selfie’s they have forgotten some etiquette
Tropical rain forest gracious beauty grand and small
North of the equator from our scale it begins at our wests wall
Rising vapor flows a river twords the sunlights ever turning call
Mud pits splot, moisture hides here a lot, it warms as the lava flows
Vines whip as the air grows stale and sticks, happy is the Crow
The river rises and then again picks up speed for a circle and dips it's feet
The Harboring Crain decides to move. Leaving it's sticks furrow glued
It's working a global groove nothings ever new
No surprises the oldest extents of on going crises
WHEN LOVE RAINS SUPREME…
There they sat on their raised verandah,
looking out and up at the celestial canvas
nature had painted. Puffed up
Puffed up peacock-like nimbus clouds
slowly strutted across the skies; and
in a chameleon like fashion, they changed
from white to a darken blue hue
that edged toward the borders of blackness.
Fascinated by this heavenly transformation,
sets of eyes mingled; and curious smiles
drew themselves across mysterious faces.
Suddenly, lightning flashed! Then they heard the thunder!
And without hesitation, the celestial pouring pitcher
poured down its waters---as if a great earthly thirst call
had been sent up to God’s heavenly cistern above.
On the desert like ground below, once wilted life
took on new meaning--- terrestrial gardens
bloomed and gleamed with resurrected beauty; and
the warm humid air blew an arousal scent teasing old desires.
Hearts throbbed as love hollowed out
her footprints in the moist mud,
leaving a trail to rejuvenated ecstasy
withering in the desert of old age.
Synchronized in the moment,
they madly dashed for the bedroom;
lit aromatic candles; put on Coltrane’s
A Love Supreme and pull back the sheets!
In that ecstatic moment, they smiled
and drifted off to sleep---serenaded by the music
and the pitter-patter of rain drops falling upon the roof:
Oh what manifestations ‘A Love Supreme’ brings when it rains!
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POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI
Your...sweet smile...'n-the-rain...lightning and rain!
Mud Impact - Haiku
mud covers rock round
smooth, dark facial, solid, wet
rains pure disclosure
I do not know?
Listen to the rain. It's wet but the sound sings.
You remember other rainy nights.
The million gray drops
Were small horrified cries from a maize without walls.
You called a friend in a faraway place.
You took long hot showers to relax.
You felt new rain on your skin.
Rain, Rain, Rain!
The health of nature
The wealth of all
The life of an amature,
Rain, Rain, Rain!
How we play
How you burn me
How you wash my everything away,
Rain, Rain, Rain!
Come by everyday
How you drench us in April
How we miss you in May,
Rain, Rain, Rain!
Stay here forever
Stay here for us
Stay here for humans
Stay to clean us.