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Details | Concrete |

The Eternal Tree

I am Alive    Forever and always         Essence        Rebirth        Renewal
          I have earth to ground me      I have wind to move me   I have fire to cleanse         
     my     spirit        I have rain      to quench    my thirst    for growth
                      I have sun to    enlighten me        feed me  I am my own mother
              and an extension of the whole     I am   Earth         wind
                       rain   sun  fire    I am as old as life  and I am     as young
   as time   I am shelter to those who seek me   I am a bird  a flower and  the breath
              of the earth itself        I am exactly where I want to be     I am life
       I am first and last  the beginning and the end   I am one from many
                        I am what I am   I live  I grow  and I die. I am  Reborn unto myself
                                                          I am the great circle                   
                                                           My limbs know no                          
                                                           Boundaries; while                            
                                                           My leaves whisper                      
                                                           The one truth of the                      
                                                           Whole  through the           
                                                           Seasons changing
                                                            Colors that I wear 
                                                            Upon my   heart's                  
                                                            Sleeve, I'm home
                                                           To Earth Mother’s
                                                           Melodious  Life; I
                                                           Sing for the whole
                                                         World to hear - trees
                                                       Are Earth Mother's Song
                                                       Blowing 'round the leafy            
                                                  Globe; eyes of the world song 
    {{{{{{{{{{{{{{ Of the Mother   breath of the living   soul of the earth }}}}}}}}}}}}

***Senses evoked here are: Touching, Tasting, Hearing, Smelling and Seeing
***Elements evoked are: Water, Wind, Earth Metal, and Fire

Copyright © Kristin Reynolds | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse |

Mourning Since Dawn

Why must the mourning come
with every dawn?

The sky is crying again today.
I heard her sobbing
as I laid in bed.
She would calm down
for a little while,
then it would start up again.
Did I do something
to upset Mother Nature?

I watched in solemn silence
all afternoon
as her tears
streak down my window pane.
I wonder what I can possibly do
to comfort her.
There are no tissues large enough
to wipe away
a streaming flood of sorrow.
Maybe this is just Mother Nature's way
of grieving,
and soon it will pass.

The newborn flowers
open their blossoms
to receive and embrace
her gift.
Mother Nature is so beautiful
even when she cries.

May 13th, 2014

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |



April rain fell like whispers on grass,
Soft and light like a half felt apology.
Dark clouds wafted overhead in shamed silence.
Distressed by a cold winter’s return. 
Daffodils wept and bowed in fading despair,
My Father’s favourite plant was slipping away. 
As my Father had done and now my Mother too
Lost to a world of cold whispers and sorrow. 

Dead flowers I had placed on their grave so light
Were fading like a memory, a star un-bright.

Still the rain whispered but failed to cleanse,
The grit of sorrow that inhabits my heart.

Copyright © Seosamh De Burca | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

Out Of Sight

t's dawn again ushering light to mother earth,
Like pregnancy to the young one, its a new birth,
But the sky, so clear
that I gaze into it with deep fear,
so I ask will it rain again,
to drown away my pouring tears and piercing pain.

Long, dark and rolling was her beautiful hair,
Her twinkling eyes, an amazing pair,
Soft Lips, Like rippen summer strawberries,
Her memories steeping into me like winter-cherries
Those days and nights of endless pleasure
But Dreaming of you is no leisure

It's the Holy book that lessons to forgive and forget
But losing you, I will forever regret,
Reaching out to you, only for parcels of air to fill my hand,
Only then, I reckon you have left your mother-land
To kiss you I still try, only for the lips to brush the wind,
Hard to realise, only your thoughts will never leave my mind.

It's dawn again ushering light to mother earth,
Like pregnancy to the young one, its a new birth,
But the sky, so clear
that I gaze into it with deep fear,
so I ask will it rain again,
to drown away my pouring tears and piercing pain.

Copyright © Tawanda Chidombwe | Year Posted 2006

Details | Verse |


hushed by angels singing do re mi
dark cloudy skies grin to twinkling stars
casting a spell of sweet romance...


skies unending tears
seeps and seize humans and beasts
abstract earth portrait


dozen thorns only a rose
who will care to bear the bloom?
bracing it's petal scented swells..


liquid drops drumbeats
it's fall drench the trees and soil
newly bath earth..


small fingers curl---
.............................tear falls from mama's cheek


amidst falling rain---
............................warm bodies dance

scarlet blossom stretch---
.......................................scream of innocence

©O. E. Guillermo
12:36pm-- December 06, 2014

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014

Details | Imagism |

A Farmer's Eyes and a Sailor's Shadow

A thorough yield
On a farm field of far east
It took me time to realize
How far I am to my far east of coast

Call of my weather
Call of my winds
I sailed further and farther
To my naked coasts
Naive songs, Nimble rains
Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds

Reaching this far
I kissed my earth
Ground of my grief
Glory of my ghosts
Glad is those leaves
However scanty they are

Cast is my shadows
No longer they hide
My colors and my figures
They cast numbers on stars
Measure their light
Scope my winters
Scale my summers
Scanty my rains
Scuttle I wish my springs

Now let me see my greens
Their leveling heights
Their leafy gaze
Their spiderly gesture
Their primordial texture
Now let me be slow
In company of my greens

#Poem by +Gokul Alex

Copyright © Gokul Alex | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

A Haunting of Waters

The year's spring rains were abundant, saturating and immersing us; a haunting 
of waters. Mother Earth accepted each downpour from her deep abode. Her bosom
holds all the waters from brook to abyssal; arteries of creek and river, veins of
lake and sea, heart of the oceans.

She sees the clouds grow ripe, feels the coarse and driven wind, hears the weighty
rumble of thunder and waits for lightning's charge to unleash certain fury.
She breathes deep in anticipation. A deluge pours forth, mixing with the soil
and elements; a baptism granting absolution to the earth.

Mother Earth drinks her fill, passing the torrent of a night on to the arteries of
her being. Some of the cloudburst penetrates deep cracks and fissures in the rock,
replenishing well and aquifer. The purity of this gift restores the innermost parts
of her being.

The flood swells her arteries past bursting. Fertile soils and banks are lifted, 
carried and cast forth on new land. Mother Earth bows, absorbing the water's 
challenge, yet each time her countenance is altered, if imperceptibly. She holds
dominion over the waters and shares them with all life and the eternal sky.

Microbe and mountain, Sea creature and ocean deep. Infinite varieties of 
earth-bound life, and man. All are sustained, restored, and held in stasis
by the waters.

                                                             A Haunting of Waters

Copyright © Brian Baumgarn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |

Plate Tectonics Versus Gamma Ray Bursters

An old man remembers what he has been
yet the details are unimportant. Then
the outline disappears, and the meaning.

Good, I can die or go to work, be wise
or a jerk. Rich or poor, the wind and rain
wear us away and it's o.k.

Ask what matters, that
question. Feeling the seasons, wearing a hat,
loving your woman, a good shit.

Children born. Two cells meet, multiply,
spiral into fetus. The mother is amazed:
an intelligence apart from herself.

The violent rainstorm kept me awake
although the lightning was still far away.
I lay in my bed and listened naked.

Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic Verse |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |

Was It An Act of God?

Catastrophes,natural disasters and torrential rains
what causes these thing to happen, on whom do you place the blame?
mankind has misused and abused this planet on which we live
Mother Nature must make adjustments, the forces of nature then give
we have built too many buildings, taken over too much land
an earthquake may be a realignment to the acts and plans of man

aerosol cans, rain forest diminishing, the erosion of the soil and ground
when the rain eventually falls the lack of trees causes the mud to slide down
God gave us some power, many have called it free-will
mankind can use it for good or he can use it for ill-will
yet when many lives are lost and so many souls depart
why does anyone think to ask, was it an act of God?

air pollution, water pollution, the whole industrial age
has ravaged our planet and brought about Mother Nature's rage
we act before we think, we destroyed things that can't be replaced
maybe Mother Nature is trying to tell us to do an about face
tsunamis, monsoons and all types of major tidal waves
may be a wake-up call to how we have behaved

we need to come together and start making some major plans
stop raping our natural resources and start preserving God's land
so if anyone ever asks you, was it an act of God the Lord Christ?
just ask them for this planet, what has mankind sacrificed?
we are selfish in our deeds, self-absorbed in our needs
eventually we must bear the blame and we all will pay the price
just don't be so quick to place the burden of guilt on God the Lord Christ

Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2007

Details | Narrative |

A Twist of Fate

It is a Wednesday afternoon during the school year.
That means sixth-grader Sallee Jacobs will be walking home today.
Sallee's mother works in the emergency room on Wednesdays,
Otherwise she picks Sallee up at the school that is one mile from their home.

On this particular Wednesday, it is pouring down rain.

As Sallee reaches the half-way point, 
an empty stretch of road between two housing developments,
a red sedan pulls up next to her and the driver rolls down his window.

"Hi," shouts the man over the sound of the pouring rain beating down on the roof of his car, "your mother asked me to pick you up - come get in out of the rain."

Sallee simply stares at this stranger and quietly says, "No thank you", even though she is miserably soaking wet, cold and angry at her mother for working Wednesdays.

"It's okay," reassures the fully-bearded man, "my name is Mr. Thomas, and I am a friend of your mother."

Sallee studies his face, thinking, you don't look like any of my mom's friends.  "No thank you," she repeats as she starts backing away from the car.

Then, out of nowhere, another man appears at Sallee's side.  He is wearing a rain coat and flashes a reassuring smile.  He looks at Sallee and asks, "Is everything all right here?"

Sallee, simply looks at the man in the car.

"Everything is fine," says the man in the car, "Her mother asked me to pick her up out of the rain."

"Do you know this man?", the rain coat asks Sallee.


"Do you want to get into his car?"


"How far away do you live from here?"

"Just up the hill and across Madison."

"Are you okay walking there by yourself?"


There are now four cars lined up behind the red sedan.  They start honking their horns at the car in their way.

"I don't know, Mister," says the rain coated man, "I think you just best move along before I call the police."

The bearded man asks Sallee one more time, "Are you sure you don't want a ride?"

With water dripping down her face, Sallee shakes her head, yes.

The red sedan moves on.


It is 10:00 Wednesday night.  The red sedan is parked in front of Sallee's house.  Mr. Thomas holds Sallee's mother's hand while trying to describe to the police what the man in the raincoat looked like.  Sallee is never seen again.

Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Writing in the rain

Sitting on a branch of a white sapote tree
Shivering, crying and alone 
Away from home, on the highest branch that can hold me more beatings mommy 
Scared, it's pitch black and sounds of insects rule the night
Hiding......I've become the teen that runs away
With any chance, searching for that ray
Scared, I don't want to die, I want to see more days

I want to be heard, can anyone hear me
The rain falls hard, hitting hard my bare back
with every drop, my scars become more scarce 
The rain I love, it cleanses my tears
The rain is my friend, atleast am not so alone
The drench and the cold night are better than the place i call home 

Sounds of the rain soothe my lonely heart
Sounds in the dark protect me from the pain
Sounds of my cries assure me that am okay 
The songs I write in the rain, are my tickets to be away

Sponsor	Pendleton Arkwright
Contest Name Rain and Dark, Isolated Places 

Copyright © njeri hunjeri | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |

In The Rain

Written June 6, 2013

The preacher read the gospel
And we sank into our tears
Tearing down the curtain
We've been behind for all these years

A baby leaves its mother
An angel drops its wings
Leave me bound against the wall
Dangling by a string

Sitting by the window
Hoping she'll remember me
Sitting by the window
Contemplating memories

Resolve your inhibitions
And you'll find me in the garden
Where the flowers drink champagne
And God is in the rain

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

Details | Grook |

A Girl Named Rain

  She wakes up in bed smelling eggs and bacon on a hot silet.Her mother calls her''Rain''come 
down to eat.On her plat were three gloden eggs and two slices of bacon.Rain aet very fast knowing 
that she is geting two brand new horses.She thinks in her mind ,''what color whould they 
be?''.Her mother calls her two the car.When they get down there Rain spots two beatiful white 
horsesrunning in the feild.Rain told her mother that she whated the beatiful horses in the feild.Her 
motherwalk to the man incharge.Then Rain pushed uot her lips and made a kissing nows.The two 
horses ran over to her.She was think in  her head ,''How cool is this?''.She started rubing on the 
horses`s heads. Her mother came over and said,'' how cool''.The the man came in behind and said 
the are all hers.Rain came home and ran out side named them sugar and cloud.Rain grow up with 
the horses and became a strong women who lived on a ranch.

                              Rain,The Story

Copyright © kayla morrow | Year Posted 2010

Details | Rhyme |


Rain is not an ordinary child.
Rain is wild.
As if wild is not enough
Rain is tough.
Her mother tucks her in with care,
looks again, Rain’s not there.
Her father roars,
“You named her Rain,
no wonder she is such a pain.” 
Her mother strikes back balefully.
“You bully, why do you blame me?
The child was marked by you as well.
She thinks that all you do is yell.”

Though Rain’s parents live in strife,
her dad adores his spitfire wife.
“I wish” he says, “She’d play with Breeze.
When she’s with him I am at ease.”
Her mother says, “I’ll zigzag down
and look for her around the town.
She’s been with Wind a lot of late,
together trouble they create.”

They roar and flash
and then they see
Rain playing in puddles peacefully.
“Where have you been?  By all the powers,
we’ve looked for you for hours and hours”.
Rain answers her parents with a smile.
“I thought I’d just be gone a while.
I  went with Breeze a bit, to play.
Wind came and we  got carried away.
Dad yells, but Mother shakes her head.
“We’ve had a rough night. Let’s go to bed.”

By: Joyce Johnson

Fo Contest........  Rain, The Story

Sponsored by Constance La France  ~The Rambling Poet~

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2010

Details | Rhyme |

Mother Nature

Mother Nature

They say that Mother Nature
Is to blame for the rain
The hail, the wind, the sleet
And the snow
She terrorize the neighborhood
Much worse than before

They say she visit the ocean
And bring a rapid rage
I wish I knew Mother Nature
But I never seen her face
Why is she so silent and
Distance from our sight
Why is she like a spirited shadow
Somewhere lurking in the night

Mother Nature gets the praise
For starting and stopping the rain
I never been introduce to her
So why do she gets the blame
I am trying to determine in my mind
Who Mother Nature really is
I am trying to determine in life 
Is she fictional, or is she real

I have heard of Mother Nature
From my childhood back to birth
Why Mother Nature gets the credit
Remains to be researched
I read about what Jesus said
In the Holy Book
I didn't see Mother Nature
I must need a second look
I turned from page to page and
I couldn't find her in that book

I found that God put together
This whole world from birth
The rain, the sleet, hail, and snow
God decides when it falls to earth
I still wonder how Mother Nature looks
I wish someone would show me where
To find her in the book

I found that Mother Nature 
Always get the praise
She has been popular in this world
For many months, weeks, and days
When I turn to the weather 
Broadcast playing on TV
It always never ceases to amaze me
That Mother Nature is the topic
And she never fails you see

How does Mother Nature hides
Herself from the public eye
Is she non-fiction or a fictional lie?
All I want to know is whether
Or not the woman exist
When questions are asked about her
Why they are easily dismissed

I know Jesus because he 
 Lives on the inside
I acknowledge him
In all my ways
So he can be my guide
I know not Mother Nature
And discovering who she is
Has become an issue
I only want to see the woman
So does anybody have a picture?

Copyright © Lillie Williams | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

A Woman Called Rain

By: Gwen Dixon For Rain, the Story She drips ever so slowly, working her way down Eying the world ever-so carefully from her tiny, gray cloud. She wraps the world with cleanliness, washing away the sun. Yet she can tear down like bullets, sent from a liquid gun. She builds up like mountains, but remains silent That is until she pours down, and then becomes violent. She tears up oceans and rivers and streams Haunting there after, like a child’s bad dreams. But who is this woman? A woman called rain? Does anyone really know from whom she came? Where does she stay when she doesn’t pour down? Does anyone know what’s beyond her gray cloud? I know who she is and just where she came. Yes, child, would you like to hear the story of the rain? Would you like to know about her creation? Do you want to know what formed her very foundation? They say her mother was the moon itself. But when she was born, she was smaller than an elf. However, soon she grew so strong and big, That she could snap a bone like it was a twig. Her mother than built a house on a cloud For Rain to live in when she didn’t pour down. It was big and gray, made of stone. But Rain was sad living all alone. So the moon created a horse made of the sun. But Rain was still lonely with just one. So her mother made her one more. Just to sooth her daughter’s uproar. She named the two Glisten and Sky, for they were so bright. But even though they were from the sun, they weren’t yellow; they were white. She would ride them at night across the black sky. Screaming with joy as they projected their light. ~~~~~So, whenever you see light across the sky~~~~~ ~~~~Think of Rain, for she’s riding up high.~~~~

Copyright © Gwen Dixon | Year Posted 2010

Details | Verse |

Sing in the rain

I hope you dance and sing in the storm and rain ,I hope all the tears you cry wash away ur pain.
 I hope you use the sparkle in ur eyes to light up ur darkest day, I hope you always remember your beautiful in every way.
I hope you find that treasure thats  not written on any map, I hope you eventually get of any beaten track.
I hope u find the funny side in every not so funny phrase, I hope your prayers are answered every time you pray.
I hope you hear the music when there's silence all around ,I hope you always land softly on your feet when you hit the ground.
I Hope you understand the not so understanding type, i hope you learn the lesson that ur taught throughout your life .
I hope you understand what I'm trying to say ,I hope you dance in that storm and sing louder in the rain.....XXXX 

Copyright © Sheree Keeley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

Hot August Day

Hot August day,
why have you sent all children away?
Jack won't watch Sesame Street,
all he wants to do is go to sleep;
Cathy looks at him and whines, 
she's bored and starts screaming...
Mom tells her to sing Nursery Rhymes
so thatl her brother Sam can fall asleep.

Hot August day,
why is this Saturday sad?
Over the roof the thunder strikes, 
rain comes down to fret;
kids stare at clouds in tricky play...
that vision of winter returns: 
why can't they be glad?
Will they see a sunny day
before it becomes sunset?

Hot August day,
yesterday was clouds
we're seen for miles!
Hot August day,
no child chases lovely butterflies!

Written on 8/14/2016

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

Kiss The Rain

                                   Kiss The Rain
                                     My Son
                        Kiss the rain and feel the
                 warmth wash all your sins away.

                  Hush lil darling, Mama's coming
                  home to take all your pain away,
                   the morning light will be shining 
                    bright right before your eyes.

               I will rock you under the autumn
              tree while the rustling of the trees
            shimmer like crystals on the leaves.

                  'Till we kiss the rain all 
            over again,And take cover 'till
          our day begins in the morning light

Copyright © Cheryl McCall | Year Posted 2009

Details | Lyric |

Blood of a liar, mark of a thief

You took it all
(I held my breath)
You screamed my name
(as you fell to your death)
The crowed gathered round
but I stood tall
with your body laying so broken
you've never looked so small

The rain started pouring down
(oh how I smiled)
There were sirens in the distance
(only a half a mile)
Down below the screaming sounds
I can't hear a thing
everyone's gaze is upon me
waiting for the once caged bird to sing

You promised me everything
did your words mean nothing
were they empty
lifeless without a theme
You took hold of my heart
shredded my soul, raped my mind
did it mean anything
was I even worth it
ir just another part to your scheme

The rain washes away the evidence
(the blood, sweat, and tears)
But rain can't wash away everythng
(no, not everything)
not the pain suffered through the years

Your words were so sweet
who was I to judge
I fell for your parlor tricks
over the edge with one small nudge
Such a beautiful disguise you wore
silly little me
I fell into your web of lies
far too young to ever see

You promised me everything
did your words mean nothing
were they empty
lifeless without a theme
You took hold of my heart
shredded my soul, raped my mind
did it mean anything
was I even worth it
ir just another part to your scheme

You could have been mine
(does it hurt now, hush, be quiet now)
You sold your soul for a good time
(does it hurt now, hush, don't speak now)
Did you think I'd never know?
(does it hurt now, does it hurt now)
Now you must reap the crop you've sewn

You promised me everything
did your words mean nothing
were they empty
lifeless without a theme
You took hold of my heart
shredded my soul, raped my mind
did it mean anything
was I even worth it
ir just another part to your scheme

You had such a pretty little plan
Carried out by such a careless little man

Copyright © Jessie Wiseman | Year Posted 2011

Details | I do not know? |


could  the wind be my hands 
for you since the distance between us does not reach

would you let the rain be my tears of happiness 
for when I think of you

could the rays of sun give in morning touch the earth 
to nourish all that is beautiful around you

would you you look into a stream where you see your reflection 
understand why I see you as beautiful

Can I look upon a nest I see  in a tree branch, remind of the safe haven you gave to someone young who required shelter.

Copyright © tulloch cloherty | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

Rains, Legends of the Wolves

Toddlers teeter on the hollowed trunks and sport with juts of ice. 'Cross boulder bridges, flouting rapids, hop the agile blond and beige. Yet in close chase, for or found, and on uneven ground, they’ll slip. Clots in black and rose bespatter tans and whites. Though clouds may cope the flights of cubs and fawns in torrents spirit laden, steps shan’t be erased, where o’er plight’s edge they’re furrowed. Would least the cliff lay lad to nestle upon drifts of pedals fallow or as cradled by green swaths of summer blades. For if to hope, the whelp when bade need but renounce a bed of clover, might a father’s beckon stern retrieve the slain. But scolds can echo no reprieve where o’er forever’s precipice the yearling brown has left the seasons scarlet stained. Though with the day’s advance, a glance would chance the fact all tracks do fade, in the havens gray, in every trace, we dawdle. It’s the cleft that blanched a mother’s face. Bereft, her tears are gained. And blood ‘s been shed till never, like the rains.

Copyright © Eric Dent | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The soul that's still alive in me

My mom is dying
And me in front of her
I sit and cry 
The tears of endless pain..

My mom is dying 
And me fondling her hair
 with love, 
whispering to her ears 
that everything 
is going to be fine,
although I know it’s not..

my mom is dying
and me standing out there 
under the violent rain 
blaming God for 
taking her away from me..

my mom is dying 
and me contemplating
the pain that’s surrounding 
her heart..

my mom is dying 
and me hearing her 
utter to 
god to keep me safe 
and take her away soon..

my mom is dying
and me watching
the tears of sadness 
sinking in her lifeless eyes..

my mom is dying 
and me listening to her 
uttering to me her words:
“ don’t live your life miserable 
When am gone, 
Don’t leave the pain
Kill my heart up there
When I watch you cry, 
Live my life.
Live my life and keep going, 
Erase your past 
And write your future.
I’ll be taken away from this world 
But not from your heart, 
Not from your soul.
I love you my daughter, 
I love you..”

Sitting by the window
Watching the ray of thunder 
Hit the ground..

Sitting by the window
Listening to the drops of rain 

Sitting by the window
Contemplating the darkness
Of the dark..

Sitting by the window

Im lost 
And nobody can hear 
my silent scream..

im lost 
and nobody can see
my painful tears..

im lost 
im lost 
im lost..

I got her the chocolate 
She always loved 
I got her the rose 
She used to be
And put them by her grave..

Sitting by he grave 
Talking to her
 with constant tears..

sitting by her grave
whispering to her
my thoughts..

As a fish needs the sea
To stay alive,
I need her with me to live

As a baby needs his mother’s love
To feel safe,
I need her with me to live

As we all need happiness
To keep walking, 
I need her with me to live,
I need her with me 
To keep my heart going on..

Sitting by the window again
Listening to the silence
 of the dark..

sitting by the window again
 our happy memories..

sitting by the window again 
asking god
to have mercy on her soul
and promising my mom
to make her always proud..

as I fall into my deep sleep
I utter my last words:
“ I love you mom.” 

Copyright © sara murad | Year Posted 2007

Details | I do not know? |

Sweet April rain

The rain came down as so did the tears
unexpecting what would come after the 
following years. So much left unsaid and
so much left to do I kissed your cheek 
and said "i love you". We hoped for a 
better tomorrow as time stole your soul
you gave me a wink an told me to never 
lose control keep my eyes alive in your
heart for that would never die,Empty 
thoughts consume my heart and mind 
as i try to full fill your hopes and
over power mine.I read your words in 
secret pages and the hurt you felt for
so long and your beautiful smile to
hide the words kept hiding are now 
forever gone.The room became cold that April day as i watched your beautiful
smile turn to gray. Holding your hand
I felt you speak "Take care of your
self an my heart is yours to keep 
remember our laughs,an not so much
the tears,but keep all close as I 
will capture your fears". Sweet April
rain never knew the way it would fall
nor did it know it would take you 
when it called.You left behind A 
memory that would last till the end
and a voice that could reach behind
sin,Strong but stern,happy at times
but angry at most,you kept the promise
of always being close.I believed in
prayer to get us threw. Only one made 
it an it was'ent you.You fought for so
long but i had to say goodbye,I promised
i'd never forget the tears of sadness
we cried.The happy times live on in me
and i will see you again some where above
the sea.Still the April rain continues
to fall until i see you again and you 
greet me with my name i hear you call.

Copyright © cynthia gissendanner | Year Posted 2005

Details | Rhyme |

Dark Rain

The dark rain falls upon the world
  And drowns the stifled cries,
And bathes with faithless vision
  The grieving parent eyes;
And in it’s cold descending
  And it’s desolate decision
Cuts the very cord of life
  With a hand of God precision.

The pieces that are scattered
  Are emotions in that rain,
Bled of designation,
  Swirling down a silent drain;
And as the night approaches
  And the light invites stagnation,
All the trains grind to conclusion
  At a cold and empty station.

The dark rain is an emblem
  And a harbinger of death
 Yet our love is great, defying
  Any stilling of the breath;
For the short time we remember
  Puts an end to grief and crying
The short time that you had
  A timeless source of love undying.

Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005

Details | Free verse |

the rain

When the rain comes;
you will wash your heart and soul,
then again you will dance.
you will all dance, if only to the beating of your hearts.
the blood i see, brings the rain from my eyes.
the music of the rain makes you smile,
yet i cry more.
When the rain comes;
i will also sing, sing for the young that have died.
i will speak to the cries of sorrow, and try to calm them.
you will hear no sounds, but still you will dance.
When the rain comes;
i will drink from the clouds, and swallow the thunder.
the lighting will dry the tears of sadness,
as you pray for the sun.
the gleem of mother's eyes will shine again.
When the rain comes;
i will fight while you dance, you will sing as i die.
when they lay me down, don't cry for me.
i'am of mother earth, i came from her,
now i will return to her.
When the rain comes;
the son of the father, shall lay his hands,
upon the youngs hearts, then will the journey begin.
the mother's and father's shattered love,
and scattered hearts, shall be found.
When the rain comes;
the walls painted in blood, shall be washed.
the light of mother earth, shall guide them home.
when all has been redeemed, the gates will open.
they shall be greeted, and led to their place of rest.
they are home, home in the kingdom, a place called heaven!

Copyright © john griffis | Year Posted 2009

Details | Light Poetry |


they love this thing
that weather brings
if it s hot
those tot
slash and trot
its is a healing pain
to watch

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ballad |

Real Raindrops

Every person can see it is raining, yet only I know why.
It's because my mother can see us now and the rain is the tears she must cry.
What a disappointment all of us survivors must now be.
I know at least a dozen of those tears are reserved just for me.
I've lost all will to do well without her to look at me with pride.
From her heavenly stance she sees all leaving my mistakes no where to hide.
Her husband has given up, relinquished all they worked so hard to maintain.
I know she wants him to pull together do well despite his pain.
My sister is now reckless traveling downward with an influential pack.
My mother must be wondering how so much common sense she does lack.
So while others are seeing merely raindrops falling down today.
I can tell where they are coming from, know exactly what they say.
And each teardrop of rain holds merit has every reason to be.
For the woman who worked so hard to hold us close now can finally see.
Without her we are all failures giving no heed to her time spent.
All her teachings and life work left with her when she went.

Copyright © Megan Lloyd | Year Posted 2006

Details | Verse |

Sundance Kid


Lively bursts of sudden air arise out of my sighs of rushed venom-
-out pops my eyes.
I can't believe my sight--I see my kid in Sundance dance,
all eager to please and pump.
The courage gives the love, it lives, it's alive
it's spreads out of his body, only five.
While he's flying off the ground I think to myself, he's got to be kidding around.

What's up is love and freedom and dancing in the sun.
My son lit, light bright and orange yellow streaks coming out of his being. 
He's just being a kid, right?
He kicks up his small, brown stamped leather boots,
with little blue jean jeans and his red bandana shirt.
His hat on his head is cowboy suede and he yelps,
"I am the Sundance Kid, and rain drops keep falling on my head", as he falls into 
the muddy dirt.
I swirl and twirl, my brain rambling, and blankly stare in strange glaring curiosity.

"How does he know who the Sundance Kid is?"  "How does he know Raindrops 
Keep Falling On My Head?"
And just as I am pondering the mysteries of a child's consciousness, a bicycle 
built for two rides by and the rain begins to pour in front of my panicked, 
frightened astonished adult face.  My child begins to sing "Raindrops Keep 
Falling on My Head" and I hear the sound of music.
Marla Stone

Copyright © Marla Stone | Year Posted 2007