Alexandrine: UPDATE 07-30-24 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Hilo Poet
Natural I like the feel of rain, a mix of hope and pain. As the drops sting my face, I start slowing my pace. Nature understands me and my reality. Raindrops are not gentle tears but more liquid spears. And I lose myself in that hurt, my mind inert. Betrayal broke my heart, and my dreams fell apart. To filter love from lust, my hopes relied on trust. Now, nothing feels the same, and I’m crying in shame. The rain helps to conceal my tears and calm my fears. Visual I like the feel of rain; a mix of hope and pain. As the drops sting my face, I start slowing my pace; Nature understands me and my reality. 7-Raindrops are not gentle tears, 5-but more liquid spears. 8-And I lose myself in that hurt 4-my mind inert. Betrayal broke my heart and my dreams fell apart. To filter love from lust, my hopes relied on trust. Now, nothing feels the same; and I’m crying in shame. 8-The rain helps to conceal my tears 4-and calm my fears.
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