Social Rain Poems

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Details | Quatrain |
She cried and screamed what's wrong with me
I believe I'd sell my soul
To find out why this anger haunts me
Why do I lose control?

I always hurt the ones I care for
It's a battle every day
Do I hate myself so much
That I'm pushing them away?

Her self esteem was taken away 
When she was just a child
Adopted at the age of four
Hungry, abused, sexually defiled

How can we as human beings
Turn and look the other way?
Animals don't treat their young like that
Will  there be a judgement day?

Flashbacks come and stir the fires
Of the pain she can't forget
She lashes out unthinkingly
Then her heart fills with regret

Teach her to love the person she is
Install a sense of pride
Teach her to look within her soul
And see the beauty deep inside

Don't turn away when this anger comes
Don't give up on this child in pain
She'll give you a world of sunshine
If you hold her through the rain.

        If you hold on long enough, the child doesn't have an excuse to quit on 
herself. Too many, parents, foster parents, adopted parents give up too soon and 
the child becomes systemized.

Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2006

Details | Acrostic |
The majestic, strong-willed beauty I hardly know
Hued in perfection of limpid white, pink and yellow
Ever steady and loyal to the rich soil I’ve never sow

Rendering sweet bloom, even if, my summer waned
Alive always at the onset of rain…of sorrow and pain
At the lowest ebb of life, a smile, from you I truly gain
Nurturing in silence the swollen heart, again and again

Lovely charm of floral trumpet shaped lives, without me
In a tiny pot, but never raise a hue and cry, for me to see
Lonesome solitude, besetting her when cold winters pee
Yet, she keeps and maintains a rare elegance, just for me

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006

Details | Narrative |
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 | Verse |
Looks like rain, the old girl said,
As the sky broke stars and bled,
And the clouds all turned black with the swell;
The dingy streets were dim and grey,
The shadow people drained away,
And it seemed as though the town was going to hell.

Looks like rain, the people cried,
As the shop fronts closed and died
And the best days ground abruptly to a halt;
The fairground rides fell still,
And the view from up the hill
Was of streetlights suffocating in a vault.

Looks like rain, I wryly thought,
Just before the first onslaught
Of machinery oiled and primed for tearing down;
With the clanking chains and drilling
Someone made a quick-fire killing
By ripping out the heart from this old town.

Looks like rain, you sweetest child,
I know I muttered as I smiled,
And the oil-paint textures watered in your eyes;
Our own history set to burning
As the wheels they kept on turning,
In the hallowed name of progress I surmise.

Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2006

Details | I do not know? |
Fabricated lies boundless,
Without a cause.
Words of promises
Left forgotten.
Abandoned soul
Heart less and alone.
Tears of sadness recognized
But not accompanied.

Copyright © Wilindean Inniss | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
Young and innocent they went to school
 Expecting to learn and play
 Never in anyones wildest of dreams
 Did we expect that day
 For a rain of tears to shell them
 From one lost deep to sin
 But heavenly hosts came down for them
 Releasing them from him
 The devil he did have his day
 But God in end dost win
 For noubt will be lost but these young lives
 Will not be gone in vain
 The laws of the land will change in ways
 For it must not happen again
Those who reign must stand on this
 Take stance and make a difference
 No one should be able to take a life
 With intent nor mindless innocence
 For even when with madmans mind
 You cannot be left to mingle
 How can you be able to walk in shop
 Purchase guns and not be liable
 Actions speak far louder than words
 And if we let just one slip through
 Without accounting for their sin
 It might well be me or you
For on anyone these bullets
 Might be named to fall upon
 So make a difference – make a change
 Add your name – petition
 The whole wide world mourns in shame
 An Amnesty is long past needed
 Write your letters – use your vote
 Act now while it is fresh
 And pray for the souls of all those lost
 That each by the Lord be blessed
 Also for those who’ve lived through this
 That they might find a way
 To find the strength and courage
 To step out further each day

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2012

Details | Haiku |
dark rain falling down....
liquid smog drops drizzling down
so deep I may drown

Copyright © Robb A. Kopp | Year Posted 2011

Details | Blank verse |
Accident Prone Pilot.
The ship was going up river to unload
containers full of scooters and tractors;   
rain upland water level higher than usual. 
There is an overpass across the river and
the ship´s bridge and communication mast 
collided with it. It took a month to repair 
damage to the ship and she was ready to 
sail down the river, out to deep sea again. 
There had been no rain for rain for a month 
water level was lower than usual. 
Going under the bridge was a piece of cake, 
nervous pilot and anxious captain smiled, 
but then the ship shuddered and got stuck in 
the mud.

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
The rain drop falls to the ground not making a sound. 
  Hundreds follow. Falling round and round. 
 The children play and laugh in the water falling down.
  They soon run in the house when the thunder brings the sound.
 The wind comes and takes the rain drops by force.
  The tame, quiet rain drops become a storming chorus.
 The clouds go by black and gloom.
  The winds stop. No plip plop. 

 Then the rain drops resume. 
  The first fell and the others followed.
 The earth welcomed them thirstily and swallowed.

 The world wouldn't have been restored and the beauty would not have come 
  if the actions of one had not been done. 
 Next time you see the rain drops remember they're followers 
   who saw the actions of one. 
 Take the lead like the first drop 
  or nothing will be done.

Copyright © Misty Hoot | Year Posted 2009

Details | Quatrain |
“Don’t walk on the grass”, “No dogs”, “Don’t shout”, 
“Flooding ahead, turn around, don’t drown”.
These are the signs telling us what we should do,
What we can and can’t do around town.

Don’t get me wrong, I like a short warning, 
A warning of an imminent remove from this race.
But as far as experiencing the consequences of it all,
It’s my feelings I want to embrace.

I would like to smoke, ride a bike on the grass, 
And then run on the cement in the rain.
And then when I finish my long journey home, 
I won’t mind the gap off the train.

I think most signs are superfluous, unneeded, over used, 
Should be returned back to the shelf.
And people around town can own their own actions, 
You know, like taking responsibility for oneself.

Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |
night falls
wounded by the days' plight

night consumes
all the hopeful fractured splinters of light

night recedes
into its desolate lair

night extinguishes
the roaring furnace of despair

night hides
from a bubbling desire reaching out to feel

night flees
leaving the jilted to bow down and kneel

night soars
breaking the chains of isolation

night rots
in the cellars of time's vacuum of desolation

night devours
the travails of the day that has past

night mends
the wounds that once were doomed to last

night returns 
faithfully as the day must retire

night settles
the doomed voices that mutter and conspire
night consoles
the weary mind and the restless heart so torn
night placates
knowing that night itself is darkest just before a new dawn


night freezes
all snapshots of the passing day


night embraces
the new while the old simply fades away

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

     A fly lands on the roof.
     A crow perched on the lawn.
     Drops fall from the sky
     To darken all that's seen.

     The swimming pool stands empty.
     Strangely quiet before four this day.
     The lifeguard shields against the rain
     Falling occasionally in the season.

     A stray dog walks past.
     Miserable and weak.
     It will die before the winter,
     And no one notices when that happens.

     Then lightning in the sky.
     The swimming pool's off limits
     For an hour at least, the lifeguard says,
     This being primary in his business.

     Most visitors go for the overhang shelter
     Or home for the rest of the day.
     The lounge chairs get a thorough soaking
     And someone scares the stray away.

     A crow lands on the roof.
     A fly buzzes past the bathers chatting.
     One of the barbecue grills is fighting
     To stay lit but soon goes out.

     Then the skies begin to brighten.
     The clouds break for a while.
     Several kids dart out to chase around
     And the barbecue grill's re-lighted.

     Five thirty and the pool's reopened
     Until around nine o'clock that night.
     People from different corners of life
     Come here for their summer times.

     "What do you do for a living?"
     "Which country are you from?"
     "What do we have in common?" and,
     Why do we bother with this talking?

Copyright © Erik Spector | Year Posted 2017

Details | Light Poetry |
They lived a happy life
though they were rarely toghether
For her,he was her husband
But to the nation,he was a soldier.

She thought she was prepared for this.
But of course she was wrong,
Her husband was now a martyr
And though brave she was,
She couldn't stop her tears.

Its been so long now
She doesn't want to live anymore.
She wants to end the pain,
Coz she's hiding her sorrows
Like tears in the rain.

Yet she know she must live on.
She needs to keep herself
from going insane,
and hide her sorrows
Like tears in the rain.

B'coz in her arms she hold
a child with so much innocence,
that she won't let her life
just go in vain.
She'll conceal the wounds
Like tears in the rain.

She looks in to those blue little eyes
and feels like living again,
B'coz in his eyes she sees
the rainbow after the rain.

Copyright © Shilpa Karthik | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |
 Poem Poem 
Poem Poem 
Worry and fear rule most everyone's day 
how could it not come to me 
Eye was just worried that ideas would dry up 
and the poetry. 
Fishing is always impossible in a monsoon 
and drunkards sometimes miss a drink due to rain 
in the impossible day when it floods. 
Leaning on people and giving is tough 
leaning on money to have everyday 
to make purchases of wine and more beer 
can be hard in the rain. 
Yearning for someone feeling no pain 
yearning for love in the rain 
dying but living inside where she dwells 
the love is so real eye can feel her so well 
she is love deep inside me where no pain can reach 
the insulation of ewe the insurance of she. 
Turning away from the world in my sleep 
reaching for her she is love she is me. 

Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2007

Details | Rhyme |
Today I will shed no tears
For tomorrow I do not live in fear
As the clouds get dark and full
The whole sky seems so blank and dull
For at night I cannot sleep
With my heart in despair I weep
I see the world’s problems
I pray to God to solve them
As the rain feels so cold
The problems of suffering and hunger seem to grow old
I try to make a difference and not complain
Because I learn there will always be conflict and pain
I wish tomorrow and today will never be the same
Everyday we should hope for and pray for a change
O blessed Savior, help me rise
And lift my praises to the skies
The tears that rain in my life
I thank you Lord for your sacrifice

Revelation 21:4  And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no
more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the
former things are passed away.

1 Peter 5:10  But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eternal glory by
Christ Jesus, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, establish,
strengthen, settle you

Copyright © Jeffrey Lee | Year Posted 2006

Details | Narrative |
If blood rained red over the White House, what would the president do?
In the shower of blood of fallen soldiers and innocent women and children
Would Bush fall to his knees and beg forgiveness, or dance a macabre twirl
Like a shower on his wedding day, or a haunting nightmare of past misdeeds
The blood tide of all those that have died stains the pristine green lawn 
In the face of the consequence of his actions, would he still proclaim freedom? 
Seeing the blood of the fallen, raining, staining the White House a sanguine red
Victims of the unholy marriage of war and peace, like two sides of a trick coin
Tossed into the air without care for however it lands, the result is still war
Thousands dead in unmarked graves, or flag draped coffins, all will turn to ash
If the ashes blew in a torrent of blood and storm, would Bush apologize
For all the lies he's told to kill these innocent souls, or would he just turn away?
And return to the heart of his empire, the oval office, as cold and dead as his soul
Through the cries of the fallen lies a chance for redemption, will he choose it
Atone for the crimes and apologize to those shattered hearts who loved and lost?
Time alone will tell, with the tolling of the bell...

Copyright © Ian Horton | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse |
Between The Rain Drops
Eye walked between the raindrops to learn how to stay dry
My body works much better when eye fly on angels wings between the rain and 
hurry to be dry at home a layer of something hasty pulled between the me and 
between the storm and as eye lay inside my dry eye pray and cry for eye have no 
home the rain falls off around my dry as eye walk between the rain drops of the 

Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2007