Regina Mcintosh Poet Pantoum

Notes About The Poem

Written on July 31, 2023

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When Doves Cry

Rain pours down over the hills, like God’s tears
Jewels peppering petals, impulsive
Lightening rages in skies, bleeding fears
Wonders so amazing they’re compulsive

Jewels peppering petals, impulsive
Skating along roses, a faint pleasure
Wonders so amazing they’re compulsive
Creating hope in hearts, beyond measure

Skating along roses, a faint pleasure
Reflecting joy descending with showers
Creating hope in hearts, beyond measure
Nourishing the oaks, pines, all the flowers

Reflecting joy descending with showers
Risking all to abide in His sweet grace
Nourishing the oaks, pines, all the flowers
Knowing beautiful beyond any place

Risking all to abide in His sweet grace
Singing like stardust glistens, secret love
Knowing beautiful beyond any place
Soft light flowing down from heaven above

Singing like stardust glistens, secret love
Painting souls in music from falling rain
Soft light flowing down from heaven above
Here is more love than a heart can contain

Painting souls in music from falling rain
Lightening rages in skies, bleeding fears
Here is more love than a heart can contain
Rain pours down over the hills, like God’s tears

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Akkina Downing September 6, 2023 at 7:55 PM This is just beautiful and I absolutely love it! A fav :)

Sara Kendrick August 25, 2023 at 5:29 AM Creative work. SK

Ink Empress August 18, 2023 at 8:31 PM Wow you are definitely a queen of pantoums absolutely loveeee this pantoum especially your chosen refrains

Mystic Rose Rose August 1, 2023 at 9:28 AM An over flow of emotion so well penned Regina, you created a master piece xo

Kim Rodrigues July 31, 2023 at 6:23 AM Skating along roses… Nourishing the oaks, pines, all the flowers… Rain pours down over the hills, like God’s tears. A lovely right, dear Gina!