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Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Artillery Rain

~Perfect Rain~

I can see!
All the tribulations around
A rage against the burning wind
Nobody hears the crackling sounds in my voice
Everybody avoids feeling the smoke hidden within
A rain so deep it burns all the enamel off my skin
A rain that cut my soul in half
Two-piece that will not entwine or merge down a dragon path
I feel this eternity has no ending blaze
Trigger happy rain, extinguishing a bonfire around my rose.

I will sleep under the artillery stars tonight
With the perfection of my fiery crystal lava teardrops
Washing the ashes of my face,
Suppressing the overwhelming fear
Knowing no one will ever, "BLAME IT ON THE RAIN!" 
As long as the torch keeps loading another artillery round.

~*~
PD
4/12/12
Trashed  #3, sponsor, Broken Wings
Date Trashed November 2nd, 2015

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012

Details | Terzanelle | |

An Epic Battle With A Simple Question

A beautiful heart pines from afar. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! Celestial winged heart beats faster, Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. Embarking from sun brewed and moonshine skies Two alien races, in war, collide. Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. All brothers' swords raise, marching with pride. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Two alien races, in war, collide. The angered clouds rain blood from the sky. A new path finally found. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Brothers' swords low now to the ground. A beautiful heart pines from afar. A new path finally found. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! In universe Out bound energy Where are we when we die?

Copyright © Edward McCormick | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic | |

HURRICANE HATTIE

              HURRICANE HATTIE                                                                

It came like a thief
After midnight
Stealthily
Unawares
Mischievously
Spitefully
Desperately
Determined 
With preconceived plans
Across the Caribbean Sea
Suddenly turning west
Making a beeline
To British Honduras
In Central America

It foiled expectations
That it would arrive
At seven the next morning
And
Instead

Made a surprise visit
Six hours earlier
And
Like the Gestapo
The KGB
The Secret Police
Attacked

While people were
Least prepared
Snoozing
Snoring
Dreaming
Of better things.


Discriminating
It attacked
Belize
Ignoring neighboring
Guatemala

Honduras
Mexico 
As if 
Remotely controlled 
By some
Vengeful fanatic
At 150 miles per hour
And more
It 
Clobbered
Battered
Hammered
Pounded
The coastline


Of 
The Jewel

People still ’memba
How in ’61

It wrecked havoc
In Dangriga
Belize City
San Pedro
Cay Caulker
Among others
As it 
Thumped
Hit
Broke
Lifted
Pushed
Carried
Dumped
Submerged
Their valuables 
And
Like a Repo Man
Dispossess them 
Of their 
Treasured belongings

Within the 
Make-belief safety
Of its eye
Poor people 
Thinking it was over
Sought their fortunes
On the beaches
In the shops
In others’ property
When Hattie
On a round trip ticket 
Came back hurriedly
And with 
More gusto
Lashed out 
As a category five
Storm
Typhoon
Hurricane 
To teach them a lesson
In

Tort
Honesty
Respect
And dignity.

In the end
One third of the coast
Was devastated

One third
Damaged
And 
Another third
Standing
With 264 dead
And millions
Of dollars lost
The place lay wasted
Spoiled 
Thorn
Flooded

Damaged 
Wounded
Smashed
Muddied
Polluted 
As
Debris
Corpses
Belongings
And victims
Wallowed in its wake.

As it distanced itself
From 
Its handiwork
And Observed

With a smirk
Its power 
To 
Subdue

Man
Woman and child
It grinned 
In satisfaction
At its exploits
And its supernatural supremacy
To shape destiny
And vanquish the vulnerable

Copyright © Karan Chand | Year Posted 2014

Details | Epic | |

Scent of Paddy Flower

Scent Of Paddy Flower

                                   By Goutam Hazra

           1
Reminiscence

My father told me 
first time 
I was just a boy then,
“Follow the scent of paddy flower
move with the wind it carries,
surely you will go to heaven.”

I remember
he would catch 
fistful of wind
bring near to my face
and wonder,
“Isn’t it godly!”

Magically, opened his hand
but I never felt
what scent he meant.
            
             2
Days of kind rain

“Son, see the misty wind
rushing all over the paddy field
comes every year
to drink the scent of paddy flower.”

Mere as a boy
I could see only
tides of a green plane
touching my little finger
and racing far… too far.
I would ask  
“Where have they gone?”
Smiled my father 
and said
“Did not you listen,
they are going to heaven,
call the goddess then,
‘come goddess dear’
we all are ready with paddy flower.”




Curious was my face,
“Papa, then?”

“Goddess will arrive smiling
her feet will be here
there
everywhere.
Seeing a pot in her hand
all those paddy flowers
delighted, will open their mouth more wider
and life will be poured…”

“Where these flowers come from?”

Remained my father smiling
speaking all his mind
looking high at sky
asked me to see there
spoke he again.

“Rain, rain, kind monsoon rain
on the first day of its shower
kind rain would ask me to come here
with bagful of paddy seeds,
‘let seeds be spread all over,
let its eternal relation with soil
be the fertilizer’
when all said is done
waiting rain 
starts showering its kind
make visible hiding life in the abyss of seed.
Happy wind changes color
being green all around
waits for the day
when the wind would smell the scent of paddy flower.”

Days passed by,
kind rain was still in waiting
sometimes hidden beyond horizon
or simply making sun blind with its smoky face
and whenever wind said,
‘Dry I’m now’
quenched the thirst.

Someday wind played naughty with sun
asked kind rain to make it misty
and with brushes of sun rays 
painted a rainbow on the face of east sky.


Wait was over
green field blossomed with flowers
and wind said,
“Fill in my heart
with scent of flower
I shall bring life…”

Happy was my father’s voice
“Rain, rain, kind monsoon rain
said so
green wind brining life 
did so
scent of paddy flower
is made so.
Bare footed be here
print your soul
in the dust of this soil
kind rain will come
green wind being there
life will be yours 
beautiful
simple
with the scent of paddy flower.”
           
             3
Cruel entropy

How old was I then
nine or ten
my father looked up
up to the sky
again and again
for a month long
only to see 
change of sky’s color
from the color of a summer day to a long humid night.
Dry wind cried at last
over my father’s sweating body
“Rain, rain O kind rain, where have you gone.”

One day sudden
kind rain came again.
Cried to my father
“Why no green wind came this year
from ocean 
to bring me here.
Desert wind why
dry my breath
seeds you have sown
how could I then
enliven with my rain.”

Question 
many question
my father had asked the rain.

Short-lived, hurried rain could spell its last breath,
“I am not that rain 
as was your friend,
I am the curse of dying forest
I am the ghost of all pollution
I am born out of acid weather…”

Who knew, it left for where?

My father cried 
As kind rain left him alone
hiding in a dry wind’s bone.

My father was still
going every morning
asking the soil
in vain
if soil could alone
make the paddy flowers to be born.

Year passed by,
came back the time, 
for green wind to bring kind rain.

Rain came one day.

But why
as a cloudburst
treacherous
roaring always
pouring unwanted
like an unkind monster
flooded misery
in the life of a simple farmer?
           
            4
Relinquishment

Dumb remained my father
for days together
sad was his voice at last,
“Run away, son, run away from here,
sky rain wind
river village land;
thread of this garland
who cuts it
go, stop now there hand.”

Draught and flood,
uncertainty of life 
changed my mind 
as of a farmer’s son.
Books, studies and education
reasons, truth and compassion
might have had fulfilled my father’s mission.

But… 
Does not this civilization
converts us 
as the products to do more production.
Run, run and run 
run ahead of time
let be it, at the cost of inhaling killer tension,
stress taking  over your life.
Insomnia, cholesterol or cynicism
is our success’s companion? 
‘A’ is shaped as ‘B’
and ‘B’ is sold as ‘C’.
Modification
innovation
sophistication
but I found the basic
what it remain
as life’s supreme conviction 
‘simply a fist full of paddy
and its grain’.

             5
Scent of life

So here, I am again
standing in front of this green plane
searching for the shadow of my father.
Green wind surrounds my existence
I can see the dance of those bunches.
My mind whispers to my ear
echoes those words of my father, 
“Bare footed be here
print your soul
in the dust of this soil
rain will come
green wind being there
life will be yours 
beautiful
simple
with the scent of paddy flower.”

I never felt so,
what I smell now 
is the scent of paddy flower.



















Copyright © Goutam Hazra | Year Posted 2013

Details | Romanticism | |

A Flower's Funeral

A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.

Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.

Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.

Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.

What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.

My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.

Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
Long walks,
cosy talks,
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.

-10/6/2013-

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Rain

Thy God sent forth water from heaven
To bestowed upon the earth and
To encamp the adhere globe.
It is the happiness and blessing of God.
Thou provide us with the necessity of life.
Let rain fall on your life successfully?

Copyright © Ajala Samuel Akindele | Year Posted 2014

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

King Of The Fallen

King Of The Fallen



Look upon the king.See his proud stance,his gentle eyes,and his charming smile.Once the prince looked over by and loved by everyone,no one knowing his true self.
See his proud stance,he stands and look down on people.
His gentle eye show nothing more then lies.
Such a caring smiling he uses to massacre thousands.
Let him rule your mind but keep your heart
Let him judge over you but never about you
Let him rain cruelty over but may you remain pure
Look upon my king see his monarchy shatter before his eye's,as the evil he has done catch up to him.His children taken,his wife's broken,and his castle destroyed.
Look at the prince who was loved,look at the king who was feared,looks at the king who is now fallen into despair.
Look upon the king.See his proud stance,his gentle eye and charming smile.
See his proud stance as he looked on down on the weak.
See his gentle eye's,see the lies that spur in them.
See his charming smile,like a wicked prince ready to tangle you up and put your out of your mind..
He has fallen
He is broken
He was taken
He is now in despair
He has ruled your mind,now his heart is gone.
He has judged you,now is being judged for himself of himself.
He has rain cruelty over you,now he is impure and Ingenta.
Look he's kingdom has fell and now the deed's of his injustice has ensnared him.
Look his leg's broken.
Look his eye's have been gouged.
Look his smile has been cut.
Look at his wives they are broken.
Look at they children are taken without words of appease.
And his home is destroy in flames.
Look upon the the fallen king,no tears shall fall from his eye's only the blood from his mouth,and the words of death.
Fare thee well world,this game of cat and mouse,and of death and life.How I enjoyed it to the fullest,but now my home is in fired my children taken my wives broken and my body destroyed.This must be punishment for being the King of the Fallen.

Copyright © Marcedies Rhodes | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

Like the frightened Jackrabbit, I run away from Love

Jump up and down like a jackrabbit
running through meadows
running from what?
Could it be heartbreak,
a venemous snake that hides in the grass,
hiding with fangs ready to pierce the tender skin
upon the tight, bronze flesh of everyday life?
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now!
I need a vacation a long way away from the faceless smiles
and ignorance of young girls, who don't look at you,
who don't show you love and respect.
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now,
as jumping spiders hop everywhere, crawling eight legs around me
my soul black like carcoal, but my heart still beating
slower this time, not like the days before
and like the jackrabbit running from anything and everything,
I run to seek love and vanish away from the empty voids
that people call, their souls.
Recording a film with no tape,
talking to a woman you love, but not having the guts to tell her how you really feel
Jump my boy, like a jackrabbit, take my advice
tell her before she leaves
turns down the endless avenues of endless dark love
the trees grow taller, taller than you
and you sit there feeling away yourself die, missing out in life.
I cannot see you lose your love.
Say it, say it, Say it!!! Tell her! Tell her! Build the guts up!
Build up the courage, tell her how you feel. Take her by the hand and never say goodbye! Never say goodnight, stay with her till the flight comes in the morning
of the first rays of sun shine through your dorm room take her and love her!
Do not be like me, the jackrabbit! I see no happiness
Reading poetry it makes me sad,
to write of others falling in love and I never finding the one.
People tell me, you'll find yours, have hope
but I am a frightened little jackrabbit
who flees from sounds of deep emotions, not having courage to fall in love,
not building the guts up to tell her how I really feel.
She walks alone, I find my oppertunity and sing my love song
She smiles and moves on,
please tell me I cannot fight anymore.
All I have to say is Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
I need a vacation
to go to some sandy beach on an island of love
and write and write and write, the same poetry that depresses me
but makes you all fall in love with words!
Fiction about love stories, please kiss me
Blue eyed death comes, plays a game of chess with me
I bet twenty, he bets my soul
Kiss me death, the only love I'll ever get,
besides my poet friends who kiss my ass
Listen to my heart, truely, I don't write of beauty
I write for the sorrow soul, the fleeing jackrabbit
running away from love.....

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric | |

In Bloom

Written July 29, 2013


The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around

The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June

The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me

See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars

Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
Like before

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

Details | Romanticism | |

Goodbye my Summer Love

Though the midnight summer rains
as we sit together under the geraniums,
hanging low and at full bloom,
we hold hands and talk of old times;
times that were kind to us and our youth.
As summer storms light up the night skies
We kiss the storm away, as it rolls through the grey skies
and the lighting cracks the clouds in half,
riping a hole in the universe, as we kiss the night away.

We sit throughtout nightlong summer dreams
and talk, and we hear the storms roll into the golden hills
of summer meadows filled with roses and a field full of daisies.
Love rests in time to see us grow old together,
and love strengthens its walls and pulls us closer together.
We shall go now, as day turns to night,
into our chamber of love and sleep the night away, together.
Hold us close to each other, as I rest my head on you sweet bossom,
and you nurture me to life of talks of love and beauty.

Nature whispers and sings us songs,
as we kiss and go for walks through the countryside
looking at the golden hills soaked in the rolling storms
that summer offers every year, upon a silver platter.
Sooth me, my love as I tell you of the sorrow I have witnessed.
Embrace me with your curiousity and tell me of the beauty in
the secrets of life and its hidden messangers
that hold secret letters from Devils that send temptations
to destroy something that we share, that is so beautiful and true.
Tell me that life will be okay, and my love is still true and with you.
Tell me my sweet and beautiful love, tell me if everything will be alright.

Love has seen us come and go, through the narrowed and sprinkled streets,
as we move through life fused at hands and eyes blind, not noticing the possiblities of death at any moment stalking us with knives jabbing at our backsides.
We are blind, for we see each other and only each other.
As we live life eyes a blazed looking at the sun, we do not notice the obvious between us.
Caring from me, at my time of need I never noticed the betrayal of our love.
My heart sees, but I deny the obvious and see what I hear.

As I see the knife drive deep in my heart,
you with a suitcase in hand,
I stand on my front steps and I watch the summer storms
come back over the golden hills to say, "hello"
Love is the same everytime, like a summer storm;
beautiful to watch, but when it leaves, it is depressing to say, "goodbye"
Now I sit, as the geraniums dry up and die
and the wrinkles at my eyes make me blind,
I see love walk past my house and mock me with lone kisses.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad | |

spring rain

The spring rain, I hear it's song, 
The spring rain, It covers my pain,
The spring rain, I welcome it's cold,
The birds, worms, butterflies, all come around,
To bathe themselves in natures fresh flower tears,
I feel so alive, so made new, yet I shiver, not sure what to do.


The Spring rain, I hear the sounds, it is hitting the sidewalk one drop at a time,
Can I please pause the clock, to enjoy this moment? 
Where is everyone going in such a rush?
The birds are singing me a song, the hummingbird is flapping it's wings,
It is bathing in the waters of our fresh water pond, the grass will surely be green and lush.


The Spring rain, not everyone is welcoming its cool breeze, 
But I am happy, to sit in its presence, for it is bathing me in New found love,
Mother Nature made the rain, sun, snow, to show us that there are many seasons, to enjoy in life, to help us see that we should slow down, bend down, go barefoot in the sand, the mud, to feel the wet, cold sand, between our toes, for when our time is up on this earth, we can know that we danced in the cool, spring rain,  we danced with laughter, love, tears.. For if you can only remember me with tears, then don't remember me at all..





Copyright © Jennifer Donnay | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

What Beauty Is

Beauty Is…

The sharp crunch of a leaf,

red-yellow under your feet

the crisp air of morning hours

the endless colors of all flowers

the exciting sensation of deja-vu

quand tu marches dans une nouvelle rue

it’s the gentle pounding that you get

when your hand touches your chest

the constant beating of your heart,

with no effort on your part–


Beauty is…

The steady patter of the rain

as it goes down the sewer drain

reminding you that with love

come the blessings from above

it’s the sound of a laugh

finding your other better half

it’s the song of a bird

those touching words that you heard

it’s the curve of a smile

that you’ve craved for a while–


Beauty is…

The confidence of an animal in the wild

the innocent sincerity of a child

the softest touch of a mother

a surprise hug from a brother

it’s a father’s warm, gentle gaze

helping someone through a maze

it’s the bond between sisters

of the likes I’ve never known

it’s in friendships so strong

you can’t ever feel alone–


Beauty is…

The balance human beings have

to stand straight on two feet

it’s the magic of the pen

to realize ideas on a sheet

it’s how humans from different

worlds can relate,

it’s your kind neighbour

and supportive classmate

it’s the patience

remarkable people go through

in situations so mind-boggling

you only wonder what you’d do–


Beauty is…

Found in visiting someplace you’ve missed

undeniable in that priceless moment of bliss

in the silent loudness of a sound

as you prostrate with your head on the ground

the sparkling tears of joy from one’s eyes

the discovery of deep truth among the lies

it’s in the unique snowflakes

with their meticulous design

it’s in looking through a microscope

at nature’s details so fine–


Beauty is…

Praying in the woods

among fall leaves and the trees

It’s that sweet smooth loving caress

on your cheeks from the breeze

Beauty is not found in make-up,

nor found through luxurious gates

it’s a universal blessing that many

forget to contemplate–

Now I’m not sure how to end this,

Cuz this topic is quite endless…


Simply put– Beauty is serenity

It’s the peace found within you

it’s no wonder now that we say

Salamu alaikum, Peace be upon you…

So may you find on this day

Colorful wonders out of the gray

You have all the beauty that you need

To satisfy your soul’s spiritual need,

After all, God is sprinkling on us some of His Beauty

And to appreciate it is the least of our duty…. ~

Copyright © Aya Salah | Year Posted 2013

Details | Romanticism | |

Lovers Chant (Cowritten by my love, Rain)

Wind: My head to my pillow, it sings me my song,

Rain: With dreams that you and I, together aren’t wrong,

Wind: Your imaginary voice, I touch your pure skin,

Rain: Though dreams are the only time together, our love is within,

Wind: Your bedsheets, my arms, caressing you so lightly,

Rain: My lips, your throat, kissing you so gently,

Wind: Our heartbeats a sync, our bodies a dance,

Rain: Moving gracefully in our true romance,

Wind: I hold your waist, cherish your skin,

Rain: I look into your eyes, get lost within them,

Wind: Together we become, one romantic Aether,

Rain: True kiss lay upon our lips, as we lay at last together,

Copyright © Jay Smith | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse | |

Death, it is a sad way to go

Death, it is a sad way to go,
to leave this earth, dressed in your Sunday best
While faces surround you with tears
breaking the barriers of their emotions
tearing their hearts apart, looking down
upon my stone face, upon the face, lays a simplistic smile
that shows no emotion, no teeth, no life.
Death, it is a sad way to go.

People hurry, say their goodbyes,
but when your alive,
they never come around, they never call, they never even think
of you and how you are feeling.
While you walk the streets, with a smile on your face,
nothing but knives stick sharpe in my back and gossip
burns a hole in my soul and heart;
but I keep on walking and smiling.
I keep rolling on through like a summer hurricane
tears apart a coastal city in the heat of June weather,
Walking till death comes to shake my hand and grin at my soul.

Then as you lay their in your casket
with a buqouet of your favorite flowers, (Roses and Tulips)
they sit around you, the same faces, the same blind eyes
and they all shed tears and says good things.
Too late for that don't you think?
Death, it is a sad way to go, but what relief you get,
when finally departing in peace and leaving the drama
and careless people in your life.
After I am put six feet under, a week of crying passes,
After two weeks I am lost and long forgotten,
nothing but a stone at my cranium to keep me company
and my new friends, who sleep along next to me.
Dead and forgotten, but the dead never forget their fellow lost souls.
Only the living forget such souls that were so good to them,
now they are gone,
I am gone.
How do you feel, now that I am gone?

Death, it is a sad way to go, but what peace you recieve in Paradise.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

Until Horizons Find The Rain

Winds of change
Carry tears of scarecrow away
Where ravens sit
Sins upon a straw man jin

Applause
Withered corn it does
Tattered flags beneath a desolate sky
Months drudge, but never cry

Thus, the Elderberry blossoms regardless
Muses to the ears of sadness
Till plagues of Magpie pluck its eyes
And all are desperate further cries

From Rockwell farmhouse dreams
Aging timber creaks, struggling just to dustbowl breathe
Underground sleeping shadow clouds dormant
Consciousness dried up, offers copper leaves

Rising sun thrusting triumphant as do emerald weeds 
Macbeth lends death comforting fields of grains
And what can, crows to fleas migrate east
Along trodden roads great escape, till horizons find the rains

Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

This Is War

Bring the rain! It might 
be wet but it wont 
dampen my spirits!

Bring the blazing sun! 
It might burn me but it 
wont dry me out!

Bring the strong winds! 
They might blow me to 
and fro but they wont and 
I repeat they wont stop 
me getting where Im 
going!

Try me! Test me! I might 
not be battle tough?
But my spirit is built to 
out live life's war.

Copyright © siza sibiya | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

STORMY WEATHERS

wether to weather stormy weathers,
crucial to any understandings.
dire to decision,
more like a feeling never mentioned.
heavy to the struggle;
when the weight of the world is on your shoulder,
rise above the storm,
rise above the norm.
critical to the lifestyles,
hard to choose where to begin.
to wait till' the sun shines,
not waiting for the tears to rain.
so many unaware;
the choice you have to make,
the effect it has on you and everybody.
to stress getting through,
to make the right changes.
better to mve on, 
don't linger on the problem.
not to get undertow by the trials and tribulations.

Copyright © Donn Ronquillo | Year Posted 2013

Details | Bio | |

A Deal With Death

As i sit in this hospital bed right now i start to get weary and i stand up to catch my bearings and i collapse. and as soon as i hit the ground i fall down the rabbit hole so to speak. i reach the end and fall out of a rain gutter, and i fall into this dark street. As i look around there is nothing but these old rickety projects for houses built in this "Jack The Ripper" looking area. and i started walking and saw someone and with every step i took my breathe got a little colder. it wasn't concerning me until i started shaking i got so cold, and i realized i didn't know where the hell i was going i guess i had just been walking for 2 hours. and i stopped walking and realized i was in the same spot where i fell out of the rain gutter. now this bothered me, But then i heard a very old man's soft voice calling my name, i didnt know the man but i recognized the voice. so i started to run towards the echo of his voice and finally caught up with him but as soon as i went to touch him he collapsed into a lifeless corpse laying on his stomach wearing exactly what i was wearing and i turned him over and it was me............. and then i woke up and i found out i was in a 2 and a half month coma and i just came out..

Copyright © Jake Lammerman | Year Posted 2012

Details | Epic | |

incessant rain

each drops of incessant rain pours

its just all bore and boor

but the scent of success issues the awaiting game

the rules are set and the stage is ready.

 

the poet with no aspiration does not stumble

he has no dreams and has counted the passing moments

just doing the time- he jokes, and hope the rain drops will stop

but the heart as usually beats on cruelly without any melody.

 

he on the other side, mourns for the poet

as if it was all his call

the King of Solitude does not expect the touch of souls

rather the incessant rain to continue the ever pouring rain drops.

Copyright © sohel sharif | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic | |

The Rain

It's raining pitchforks I say,
Always in the middle of May,
O! The day in May,
When pitchforks come nay.

Copyright © Eitak Nella | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? | |

The Sun's Bright and the Rain's Might

The sun burned so bright
This morning, it was merely exposing
Its beauty
The clouds drifted away like white, puffy balloons 
This afternoon, it was coming back together 
Unveiling its extraordinary grace
Suddenly, the clouds turn black…
…
It was growing black as night
And it made me ponder:
Is change important? 
And I shudder…

The rain showers might
This twilight, it was truly enthralling 
To simply…
Glance at it and its sparkling delight burns on
Seeing this in person 
Is like earning a brownie or a sugar cookie!
This evening, it was arriving faster than
A cool cheetah running 
Super fast in gracious fields…
Of golden grain and grass
…
It was glowing white as light
And it made me jump!
Is everything alright?
And I melt like butter

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2014

Details | Epic | |

I wonder

The cloud talk
There goes the thunder 
We take a little walk 
It will fall under
We run, we fear, we hide
And I wonder
There goes the hill
An the seed do grow
the rain drop 
here goes the crop
The trees stand still
Will I ponder?
Make haste tis the rain 
Tis the rain that fall beyond
And I wonder
and just as I step out the door someone ask me were is the thunder?

Copyright © STANLEY JACQUES | Year Posted 2007

Details | Rhyme | |

rain and rays

dripping rain,
tapping on the glass,
my eyes will follow,
the winding paths,

and in the end,
a whole new race,
of rolling drops,
at their new pace,

no control,
in where they go,
so rain can fall,
and i wait for snow...

Copyright © jezabella singe | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

A Rainy Day phantasmagoria

Translucent droplets descending aimlessly

Thudding to the earth, exploding into fluidity 

Transcending in sync with any  exterior element


Condensing intensity with each thunderous blow

Caressing the atmosphere with friction intensifying heat 

All the while, lubricating the possibilities of limitless evolution



Plush carpet of primitive sod
Seducing the blades of foliage budding with comers 
Embrace the earth in a manner of plow and grace

Let Briar patches catch the droplets of reflective charges
Let us flush our cheeks in the breeze of calm
As we knead our nails into agil land
We perspire in the moistness of the dew of creation



The earth is its own composition 
And we as entities must coincide
Because Vitality exist only within the rawness of us all

Copyright © Lauren Patton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Silver spring with vipers

 
silver spring,
hardens archly  on the   magnolia  dreams,
greedily and  ice
 
sailors
replenish  their   pompous short epic sorrows,
(scurry in happy life)
 
tiredly, raining gently...
the hideous frost... pomegranate poses on  your lips
kissed by the wind.
 
 she, viper frightening, 
embrace sadly
insipid eager,
the  trees with unknowing flowers...
 
(she wanted destroy my ego,
but she fall  in the hell-
pervert woman)
 
raining
boundlessness plunges verses for
melting human pure soul who
screams mad
...at the faintly sun
25.03.2013

Copyright © DANIELA VOICU | Year Posted 2013

Details | Classicism | |

i have read

I have read about the destruction of jerusalem
But i do not think the mortality was greater than  in Mexico
When Cortez heard
that Monteczuma was approaching
Speaking through Malinche he hung round emperor montezuma´s neck a falze 
necklace
And he attempted to embrace him
But the scort composed of great princes gasped Cortez arm to prevent him
For they considered this an indignity.

After eating a sumptuous dinner in a native style
Montezuma ordered the lords of Texcoco and Coyoacan to show him his 
quarters.

Large houses capable of accomodating all the soldiers and horseman
And artillery in a convenient spot.

After the capture of the Emperor
When he demanded the emperor the treasure from Guatemoc
It rain and thundered that evening 
And the lighting flashed
And up to midnight heavier rain fell than usuall
The lake was full of heads and corpses


Cortes ordered a banquet to celebrate
The capture of the city
And plenty of wine from Spain 
And also some pigs brought from Cuba

Unaccustomed terror the voyage of discovery
It must seem very strange that after many battles
Cruel deaths was  inflicted
Before the aztec eyes multitude
And was torture a prince as Guatemoc for greed of gold
all the gold and silver and jewels were collected together.

While cortes has taken a king´s lodged in a palace with white washed walls
On which it was easy to write with charcoal and ink
And everymorning malicious remarks appeared
Some in verse
Some in prose
In the manner of lampoons.

One said the sun
Moon
The stars
And earth
And sea followed their courses,
And if they ever deviated from the plane
For which they were created
Soon reverted to their original place
As a aztec goddess jade skirts swiming in blood.

According to Diaz this was Nov 7 ,1519. 
And after that they went to Florida,
What is now call California, Texas, 
And Peru.

Copyright © juana Guillen | Year Posted 2008

Details | Rhyme | |

Walking Away

As the wind rushes by,
Already shy.
I watch as you lie,
Making the seasons cry.
Sometimes I would always wonder why,
They always do their best to try.
You show you turned,
As though you never learned.
But yet your love is what they try to earn.
The rain drops go and run,
Drying on the heat of the sun.
As I walked upon your shoulders,
Trying to relieve all the bolders.
The beauty of our past,
Has not yet last,
Among the lands so vast. 
The rain drops yet fall down,
Letting my emotions drown.
I have not yet made a frown,
I still stand,
As though this world is so bland.

Copyright © Matt Daniels | Year Posted 2012

Details | Blank verse | |

Rain comes down again

Rain comes down as the ski goes dim as the water falls in puddles and puddles into

cracks in the sidewalk and grass routes and into holes in the pavement runs deep

Copyright © William Herzog | Year Posted 2016

Details | Epic | |

In the rain

I still can feel you holding my 
hand.
I still can feel the kisses that 
land, 
On my lips when I was your 
man.
I will do anything for an other 
chance.
But we both know where my 
odds stand.
I hate standing in this rain.
But it's cold and it helps to not 
feel the pain.
I stare at the mirror and I don't 
know who to blame?
I see you in me, dang.
It's the smallest thangs,
That I miss and makes me go 
insane-Mario Perez

Copyright © Mario Perez | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

That Mountain

 
A belt of blue cheese at the feet
Makes the mountain beyond Bachuma gate
Glow in that mysterious hues that all distant 
Mountains carry upon their crooked humps

A wall behind which the Mombasa sun sheepishly hides
Until the herders of the low lands suffocate it with dust  
From a thousand pairs of hooves, then it rises up the mountain 
That splits a people into two Counties, a farmer and a nomad
 
The watchtower of our fore fathers  
Against animal and fellow man
That mountain saved lives 
And became a shrine 
For the exaltation of HE who curved it
From raw matter, embellished with caves
That invites humanity from E and W to drop jaws 
 
A fair day will beckon from this mountain
With orange smile of a sun eager to ascend into sky  
A dreary one will keep you waiting, encumbered 
By a shroud of fog, that smoky mesh that covered 
Burnt sacrifices in the golden days, yet a day 
Of profound beauty, as colourful as a people tending a field of crops
Watered by the mountain spring, will emerge

The mountain of peace, for the elders swear by it
While mending feuds, Will remain forever
Its work among the creatures of earth undone
 Interminable strife betw’n man and beast
Getting louder by day in the corridors of Tsavo Park 
May the stony humps echo the survival anthem 
Before the giggle and belch of hyenas drown it

Herders of low lands, for a century, scrutinize the mountain’s shadow
To stay off hoof breaking haste driving their speckled animals to rest

That mountain will be standing there tomorrow
Waiting for the sun and rain
It will hear man sobbing
It will listen to birds singing
The hyena will growl 
It will not hear

Copyright © Kilalo Mwashighadi | Year Posted 2016