Elegy Rain Poems | Elegy Poems About Rain
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The powdered rain comes down in torrents it’s as if the sky was torn
No birds to calm the trees this morn, they’re tossing turning in the winds
The lampposts shiver in the center of my island, and the flowers nowhere to be found
A soggy worm comes out and slithers round the bend then goes away
Into the ground where ants lay eggs and scurry round and round
I think of her the girl in rubber boots that splashed in puddles on her way to school
The wooden necklace made of empty spools the starchy shirts the uniforms
And all the little stickers that never found their way
Into her little story book
Her mind was a composition of words longing to spill
Just like the powdered rain that slowly fills the drain
There’s nothing here today, but memories n' pain
Copyright © Mystic Rose | Year Posted 2015
Goodbye little rain,rest your soul in peace.
Your memories will remain in our hearts,
Lay down little munchkin in cotton candies.
The echoes of your laugh left in the corner of our house.
You'll be our forever baby, our little brave warrior.
time has come for you to leave,
Take away all our pain and sorrows.
Bring with you our hugs and kisses,
A cuddle of love and kindness,
The spirit of unconditional love.
Goodbye, little Rain,I sing you a lullaby.
To keep you quietly sleeping until the morning comes.
Until we embrace tomorrow in a promised paradise,
Where no more tears, pain and sickness.
Only joyful hopes and happiness arise.
#In loving memory of my nephew, Mark Rainier De Torres :)
Copyright © Aiyah de Torres | Year Posted 2013
Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2013
On Sunday March thirty two thousand fourteen, my sister
lost her grim battle to cancer, she was much younger than I;
nobody would believe that she fervently prayed while waiting to die...
who gave such strength to endure pain, if not her faith of believer?
I stood by her touching her forehead to offer some consolation...
she tried to smile, but was overcome by pangs of desperation.
If horrid fate had cut abruptly her life, prayers provided endless comfort;
and accepting death as a relief from suffering, she cherished that thought!
Farewell, Catherine...even the March gloomy sky cries
to express its ample sympathy for someone with moribund eyes!
A treasure you have left: gems that gleam as the eternal stars,
and each one of them reflects the gentle smile of your shining grace
that everyone saw when you opened those warm arms...
and by loving everyone, you taught us the meaning of an embrace!
Farewell, Catherine...find joy in that celestial place above the earth's sphere,
there happiness is heard through songs that praise glorious love, not fear!
We'll remember those delightful moments you shared with us...
when joy shone on a face that did not know the bitterness
of tears! Yes, they are imprinted on these weeping hearts
as the words of Virgil who commemorated the brave souls
that accomplished great things never forgotten by fleeing time...
isn't your story of indomitable courage for us to read and admire?
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2014
Softly the rain falls upon my face your memory I can't erase.
Alone I stand now silently remembering how it use to be.
How I would caress your face and dream about a far off place.
Where we would sit beneath the sun making love until the day was done.
But one dark day you were taken from me now all I have are these memories.
Softly the rain falls upon my face....
Copyright © Joseph Sergi | Year Posted 2013
I feel the hand of the invisible smothering my skin
The rule Maker up in the sky
Lull my heart of a better tomorrow
With a make-belief smile i retorted
But the departure of grandpa
In September drained me
If my head is sitting well on my neck
And if the birds still build nest on my head
It was in the September
That a pack of owls invaded our hut
I was just boy in those days
But i could decipher a woman from a girl
So i was not a boy
But please don't tell papa
Lest he will invoke his iron fist on my coconut head
Maybe, he has coconut head also
Pattering feet all in the farm
Aunt and i contesting a bowl of eba
Suddenly, the rain began
It was the rain that ruined and rent my heart
Watching him groaning
Watching him beckoning for help
In a sharp glance, i look into the sky
Does the rule Maker care ?
I moved swiftly into my room
Emerging with a machete
To fight death
But the dreaded monster left with grandpa
It was in September
Today, i stood before his tomb
With gins, ginger, garlic, and black goat, and cowrie
Last night he requested for all these in my dreams
Because there is famine and economic crunch were he stays.
Copyright © awoh kingsley awoh | Year Posted 2011
An old man sat on his porch
rocking his life away
watching the sun fade in the horizon
each and every day
He wondered of all the days gone by
all the memories he had lived
trying to remember the reasons why
he chose the life he did
The old man who rocked the chair
was burdened by years of pain
but I told him not to close his eyes
for there is beauty in the rain
The old man said many things that day
and one sounded like goodbye
so I touched his hand asking him to stay
but his head lay silent at his side
I rocked him in the evening wind
silently beginning to cry
knowing I didn’t ease the pain
my father carried inside
Old man you tried to rock away
those many years of pain
but decided to open your eyes
and join the beauty in the rain
Copyright © Xavier Keough | Year Posted 2005