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Evil Rain Poems | Evil Poems About Rain

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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

Details | Free verse | |

Hissing Flame -raindrop-

Enigma of whispy desire
pulling upon withered soul
gripping flames of yearning 
ever changing 
influentual roles

Hear hisses longingly whisper
raindrop upon flames
rapidly hissing deoxidation
body turns toward sound of rain

Have you ever touched the flames
ever felt the scorching burn 
regret as soon as end comes
ahhh never will we learn

Watched so many perish
from this elusive 
hated drug

having to turn my back on friends
knowing tis my weakness
my deathly love

Thief in the lights brightest rays
goddess cloaked in the darkness
ruling my body 
controlling my heart 
owning my soul

Never to let go
it chains itself to me
yet i have broken away
giving thanks for
another precious day

Two plus years of fighting
my shield being my children
yet my demon always is there

Copyright © Melisa Karpinske

Details | Free verse | |

only me

Sleeping as I awake
Falling as I climb
Dreaming in my present state
The future is left behind.

If death is a sweet release
And life is all a lie
Why do we all sit in shock
As the whole world dies.

I cannot accept this prize
The finish line I haven’t crossed
Laughing at those before me
Oh how bad they’ve lost.

I do not care to speak
My words so eloquently betray
All that I love and seek
Is rotting in decay.

I am only one girl
Yet my army rises high
Fall and pray to a deaf god
As you choke and cry.

Copyright © mary youkhana

Details | Blitz | |

Heavy About Thirst

Heavy Thirst

The clouds are dark
The clouds are heavy
Heavy clouds bring hope
Heavy hope for rain
Rain to refresh the scorched land
Rain scorched land is bereft of water
Water to quench its thirst
Water for thirsty plants and trees
Trees reduced to bones
Trees that look so skeletony
Skeletony enough for us to afear
Skeletony as they have been boned with drought
Drought to wipe away all that was born to flourish
Drought rid land where not a thing lives without rain
Rain I do wish to ask you a question
Rain bewildered question me why wait
Wait not too long to be flooded
Wait not  for my startling answers
Answers I said will resolve my queries
Answers to questions that have been tormenting me
Me the sinner remains petrified
Me wary that you have for us no care 
Care that is wanting in life
Care without which life has become corrupt
Corrupt because the world has become selfish
Corrupt is the very soul of all humans
Humans within and beastly without
Humans sans love and warmth
Warmth amiss to keep the households together
Warmth necessary to keep devastations away
Away from the evil eye
Away  from what the eye can envision
Envision what the eye cannot see
Envision how difficult to keep any danger away
Away from man's heart and soul
Away from soul which is our healer
Healer of sorrows
Healer that can be turned
Turned into fragment
Turned and spurned as worthless 
Worthless because they come in parts
Worthless parts lack any great strength
Strength frightens inert cowards
Strength overtly will continue abode
Abode on this kingdom 
Abode that often remains in thirst
Thirst because there is no rain
Thirst be quenched Man you yourself have answered

Balveen Cheema
September 3, 2015

Copyright © Balveen Cheema

Details | Free verse | |

Me, My Music, and My Gun

In the city late at night,
Just me, my music, and my gun.
A light drizzle through the haze,
Orange light posts shine along the street,
Illuminating millions of droplets in the halos.
Hard cruel and dangerous
But beautiful too.
I walk the city late at night,
Just me, my music, and my gun.

Copyright © Dean Marais