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Details | Quintain (English) |
Rains of winter are often  tiring
As well as relentlessly unending.
Our poet finds them uninspiring.
She regrets hours she has been spending
On poetry, tiring and unending.

She tries to hit a lighter note
By turning to reading of the bards.
Comparing them to what she wrote
Is a swift turning of the cards.
She wishes she wrote like the bards.

The reading brightens somber mood,
And brings sunshine into the room.
Her own lines now are looking good.
She has shaken off the clouds of gloom.
Gone, somber mood and clouds of gloom

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2015




Details | Rhyme |
She remembers the shimmer
of one Sunday morning
until sun had grown dimmer
on the overcast seas
The color of yellow,
spread long amber fingers
while the sycamore trees 
cast their strange somber shadows.

There was threat in the sky
and the faint sound of thunder
then a flash in the hills, in the blink of an eye,
Clouds gathering quickly, on the hillside, nearby

They rudely unlatched all the floodgates within
When a minute had passed, the sun came again
And radiant gold spread it's hold end to end

At the old oak table, as she sat in the kitchen
staring at paper, with a pen in her hand
searching for muse and the words for a poem,
she looked for the magic, to paint with a pen
Seeking for gold in the late summer's bend 

While hearing the tapping of rain and the plunder
And as quickly as storms, come out of nowhere,
a floodgate of verses resounded  like the thunder 
and flashes of lightning struck lines here and there.

Pouring on paper, like rivulets on windows
a floodgate unleashed, were the words in a row
Painting a river, a poem she could own
and words that would capture the late summer storm

___________________________________________________________
Contest: "Titles"  Sponsored by Pendleton Arkwright
9/17/15

(Titles of my first five poems:)
The Old Oak Table 
Dimmer
Yellow 
Sunday Morning 
Unlatched 
				

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative |
LET THE RAIN POUR

The first thing in my morning is the rain
that grabs hold of me in deep memory
of a world of pain of yesterday's
while I could still hear the angry words
that play inside my head like a sad old rhyme
that fades out with time
I'm tired of the way things have always been
where lies keep seeping in 
while life is on the sail of a living hell
but I am the master of this sea in darken dreams
I was broken from a very young age
but life can easely change
I write my story in poems for all to read
I know things aren't easy for the eyes 
but for the mind it travails through time
I see how others look at me 
like they understand my pains
that bleed deep within me
feelings that burn heavy in my soul
it's hard for me to let it all go
the heartaches from long ago
I take what I know to message out my hurt
that veins around my heart
where age is now becoming a life of lessons
that makes my voices speak out in ink
my brain holds many things
I see the beauty of life 
even in a world that isn't nice
where I look over the pains that made me cry
Pains of love and loss
in the abyss of darken dreams
that makes me scream
I still find away to see the beauty of the day
no matter the pain that others gave
Oh how the bullets fly deep into the night
taken down more lives
Oh let the rain pour 
because evil is always at the door 
for the rich and the poor
my mind is always at work
like ancient clock that never stops
tick , tock another drop 
of rain and pain that came my way
I send out my prayers for all that was shoot
and for the ones that wasn't 
All the hate in this darken world of pain
brings on more rain each day
I was bleeding out like the sea in all my dreams
I had fallen in a cold crowd
that kept screaming out more lies 
just to keep others blind of the time 
I look up at the deep gray sky 
where heavy clouds hang around 
where the wind blows like a moan
where ashes of life spreads upon the grounds
of an old broken town
where all hope is lost 
where feeling are pouring out like rain
where many has gone insain 
but no one wants to take the blame 
of their own shame
but again it is apart of the hateful game 
they love to play
they never did , or ever lived the flow of a healthy life
they only wanted what is bowing in the night
they love the trill of pain they bring my way 
broken is where I lay 
broken is the door of pouring rain.

Poetic Judy Emery

Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017




Details | Sonnet |
THE ART OF MY PAINS


The art of my pains 
is in the blood stain ink of me
while I write day and night 
to give insight of me that bleeds
while the world reads ,
 
this is my own battle cry's 
that are left in my mind 
I see all the dead souls around me
while I dream my darken pains
of the days of rain that hasn't gone away,
 
I was born in a painful storm
the memories stayed with me 
oh how the pains had cut me deep 
the words that hurt made bigger storms 
I hold my breath like I was dead
thinking it would all end ,
 
I now realize as I got older 
you cannot fix anyone 
that don't want the help 
so why in the hell did this life paint me
and put me down into a devastated storm 
the past has away to paint my life gray 
this is the art of me that bleeds .
 
Poetic Judy Emery (c)

Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |
heres a brush, dont comb your hair
no need for touch, pictures float in air
words paint an image, with room to spare
skull cap open, bowl full of rare
no fools allowed, deep thoughts out loud
bow when I finished, no bowing down
no cowing out, holy cow sound
sacrificed lamb, ostracized bound
break ground no ground hogs found
clouds still there, shadows over town
colossus in distance, silver in a crown
rainstorm for a hat, shower till i drown
no ark necessary, I go with the flow
all art especially made with pain and soul
blood in the mix, sweat for the christening
hugs over sex, I don't rap for the listening

Copyright © Davin Payne | Year Posted 2013

Details | Romanticism |
A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.

Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.

Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.

Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.

What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.

My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.

Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
Long walks,
cosy talks,
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.

-10/6/2013-

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Name |
            So many amazing Artist ~
             one would never complain

            Just to be amongst all Soup 
             my name will never be plain

            I love all indiscriminately 
            My friends you'll  remain 

            Not to confuse or cause pain
            for the reason lies not in Vain

             From now on just call me 
                Shanity Rain ~

           However my Children remind me , I'm Insane ~
        '   Shanity Rain  my new Pen name  '

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
"Love rain down on me..."
she bellows sweetly
I drink her soul through
the sounds
Letting me into her universe
dripping with love, food, imagery
a beautiful symphony of words
"Slowly, surely, I walked away from..."
the thought of turning my  cd off
Jazz seeping through my pores 
melting me like chocolate in hand
'I understand what you sayin' girl!!!'
Moving feet with every beat
"Love rain down on me..."


Author's Note: Some of the words in this piece are from actual songs. Jill Scott 
has been a tremendous influence in my poetry. Her music and words are 
constant companions. Much respect to her.

Copyright © Karena Brown | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |
When I raise my eyes
Towards the heavens
And see rain clouds gather
I, ''the rain poet’’
Wait expectantly for the rain
To gently fall
and kiss the ground
Then my dreams can be watered
And my future can acquire
A green look
I, ''the rain poet’’
Hope that as the water trickles
It will dissolve my sorrows
My dissapointments
And carry them all
To the graveyard beneath the ground
And when the rain ceases
I, ''the rain poet’’
Will not cease penning
Rainborn inspirations
	

Copyright © Bojosi Ditshwele | Year Posted 2011

Details | I do not know? |




My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.




Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC |
On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
branch 
Singing sweet lullabies felt 
blessed in the moment 
My body tingles of joy at sight 
Gazing out through 
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon 
Heart filled with emotion came 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
gracefully 
I blew a kiss to the clouds and 
utterd these simple words of I 
Love You father ( who's now in 
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear 
that grey bird sing again once 
more for me 
Farewell, love your son

Poem contest for Debbie -referential

Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

Details | Personification |
The animals know better than us. The rain has never poured so loudly in a key so soft.
To the front, the sailing of city buses and mini vans cruising across in this weather makes the water underneath their tires sound like the street is crying out for 5 more minutes of sleep. Up above, the trees are protecting a nest of baby blue jays before they get washed away by the silence of their mother not being there. But with sky blue young spirits, and small empty stomachs, they keep hope alive in the fact that even children know storms and struggles don’t last forever.
Below the trees, nature has found a name to call it’s own. From the hole dug by the little boy next door, a family of three foxes have named human nature sanctuary, and burrowed their problems into the sediment to rest for a while.
To the side of the hole, a flock of ducks are swimming in the water with eyes open wide enough to where you can see their loyalty to love one another rushes wild.
To the right of the pond, caged up in a man made blanket, and lost in his own mind, is the boy. From what he remembers, last night was like a train accident; A head on collision of two people he could’ve sworn he saw holding hands just the other day. He hears the sound of plates shattering in C-minor, and the chorus of words that his parents screamed in F-sharp, so he imprisoned himself in his own bed sheets, accompanied by the courageous corduroy bear who he swears keeps hearing whisper “everything will be okay.”
It’s raining outside, and the crescendos of screams have been silenced by it’s peaceful security.
The boy, sleeps soundly now. The rain has protected his ears, and guarded his heart from being washed away by all of his nightmares.
He doesn’t care whether he wakes up. The baby blue jay, the resourceful fox and the brave little duck are all he wants to keep dreaming about.
Maybe he’ll run away into the rain? Or maybe into the arms if his mother?, whom he prays he can still recognize. To the left of his bed, he picked up the blank page of his coloring book and a crayon, and became a life long poet in that moment that morning. Taking a deep breath in, and giving a soft breath out, his first sentence was
“The animals know better than us.”

Copyright © Spenser Jones | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |
we got a lot of rain man's wearin ray bands tryin to shake hands
with baked fans it a staged plan to get carly rea pants in front of a video tape.
stumblin mumblin bumblin fools trying to get paid
To say f this chick and f that one
whatever absurd word that flows right off of this tongue
got a dirty mouth, here is some orbitz gum
im sweatin bullets and i cant even afford a gun
but its so free if i want to abort my son then take his lungs
so i can be one hundred and forty one
and be here to see the thwarting of the sun

mr. obama who've worn out your welcome
But what do I know? I'm this republicun
who thinks all  girls and boys should become
either a monk or nun and never cum
and pay for all of our condoms and pregnancy prescriptions
Or am I christian who cant have fun
because I know hun its wrong to drink coke and rums
till i am drunk and wait for the ring to get buns
then go condemn kids with weed and pokemon

And its sad to think this what our kids believe
cause this what they preach on the MTV
and  their  heart beat beats to each tweet and re-tweet
till a pick leaks online then they move on to vines
whatever better trend setter that stimulates the mind

Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Sitting on a branch of a white sapote tree
Shivering, crying and alone 
Away from home, on the highest branch that can hold me

Hiding......no 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 | Rhyme |
Beauty Is…

The sharp crunch of a leaf,

red-yellow under your feet

the crisp air of morning hours

the endless colors of all flowers

the exciting sensation of deja-vu

quand tu marches dans une nouvelle rue

it’s the gentle pounding that you get

when your hand touches your chest

the constant beating of your heart,

with no effort on your part–


Beauty is…

The steady patter of the rain

as it goes down the sewer drain

reminding you that with love

come the blessings from above

it’s the sound of a laugh

finding your other better half

it’s the song of a bird

those touching words that you heard

it’s the curve of a smile

that you’ve craved for a while–


Beauty is…

The confidence of an animal in the wild

the innocent sincerity of a child

the softest touch of a mother

a surprise hug from a brother

it’s a father’s warm, gentle gaze

helping someone through a maze

it’s the bond between sisters

of the likes I’ve never known

it’s in friendships so strong

you can’t ever feel alone–


Beauty is…

The balance human beings have

to stand straight on two feet

it’s the magic of the pen

to realize ideas on a sheet

it’s how humans from different

worlds can relate,

it’s your kind neighbour

and supportive classmate

it’s the patience

remarkable people go through

in situations so mind-boggling

you only wonder what you’d do–


Beauty is…

Found in visiting someplace you’ve missed

undeniable in that priceless moment of bliss

in the silent loudness of a sound

as you prostrate with your head on the ground

the sparkling tears of joy from one’s eyes

the discovery of deep truth among the lies

it’s in the unique snowflakes

with their meticulous design

it’s in looking through a microscope

at nature’s details so fine–


Beauty is…

Praying in the woods

among fall leaves and the trees

It’s that sweet smooth loving caress

on your cheeks from the breeze

Beauty is not found in make-up,

nor found through luxurious gates

it’s a universal blessing that many

forget to contemplate–

Now I’m not sure how to end this,

Cuz this topic is quite endless…


Simply put– Beauty is serenity

It’s the peace found within you

it’s no wonder now that we say

Salamu alaikum, Peace be upon you…

So may you find on this day

Colorful wonders out of the gray

You have all the beauty that you need

To satisfy your soul’s spiritual need,

After all, God is sprinkling on us some of His Beauty

And to appreciate it is the least of our duty…. ~

Copyright © Aya Salah | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
The pen in me that only drama knows,
Is most at art when water is released
From clouds are waterfalls torward earth that grows,
Rinsing my roof with raindrops west to east

Something of heavens show of falling streams,
Whose waves tap salt upon my window glass,
Gives me desire to write poetic dreams,
Of sacred tears descending into grass

What mystic bliss for showers to descend...
A sky of sea dripping unto earths wall
For I write best when raindrops dance with wind,
As blue lagoons turn grey and rivers fall


Johnny Sumler
Flowing Water
9-25-11

Copyright © Johnny Sumler | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |
(18/09/2011)

Love is identical with couples
Paper spread its space when the pen needs to settle a scribble
When the dust get bored, wind will show-up and blow
When the sun is stressed, rain will come as thunders brattle
When fire is too emotional, ash reminds him to set low

Can they get along forever?
When the paper full filled, pen will leave it
When it’s blown, wind will forget where the dust thrown
After refreshed, the sun will shoo, rain is harassed
When the ash takes control, spots of fire in black dust merely crawl

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Pasangan

Cinta identik dengan pasangan
Saat pena tertoreh, kertas membantunya
Saat debu sedang bosan, angin meniupnya
Saat matahari kelelahan, hujan menggantikanya
Saat api terlalu emosi, abu memperingatkannya

Namun mampukah mereka selalu berdampingan?
Saat kertas terisi penuh, maka pena akan meninggalkannya
Saat debu tertiup, akankah angin kembali menemukannya?
Saat matahari bugar, hujan diusirnya
Saat abu menguasai, api hanyalah hitam debu

Copyright © Dinda Minardi | Year Posted 2011

Details | Quatrain |
The firelight glows orange
the sky is a dark grey
just another typical
relaxing rainy day
droplets pitter patter
on the windows glass
the only sound to be heard
as I watch the hours pass
wrapped in cozy blankets 
is how those days are spent
with my poetry before me
you'll find I am content
caught up in my writing
with steaming soup on hand
and wrapped up warm and cozy
those rainy days are grand
the firelight glows orange
the sky is a dark grey
just another typical
relaxing rainy day

Written January 10, 2013
By Morgan Mise

Copyright © Morgan Mise | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |
Dancing in the rain
washing away the pain, 
darkness, is a place of true madness; 
a place the sun never truly shines
sunset you will only crave to see, 
and it only give shattered dreams, 
I sit alone on those rainy night
crying my eyes out for true love
to open his ears to me; 
but only weaknesses come to me, 
I am no arthropod that web traps
because I am the one that has fallen in it, 
city of lies is always nearby; 
Dark Angels; eyes are always on me, 
like a wolf looking for food; 
He makes me feel so drowsy
when he kisses my lips
I began to float, 
like I was light as a feather floating in
the autumn breeze; 
with a sweet shyness about me
that takes over me, 
when he plays around with my hair 
It feels so nicely touched; 
I loved that so much, 
He would take me in his arms
and he would charm my heart, 
rarely he ever makes me feel this away
then he calls me beloved; 
this is where I know to wake up, 
he cast a spell on me.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery

Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |
"Set To Sea"                  

No more rain that taste like tears...
Took my sorrows that I buried in years...
Placed them in a bottle and sent them to sea...
Hoping the tide will carry them far away from me...
Maybe to an island where other bottles hold the same..
A place where pain and sorrow is never a game...
Now the rain is just a cool reminder of a different time...
A refreshing drop of water that tastes only of happy signs.  
So let it rain, I will lay under it and let it awake and inspire me...
So I can write and play and never dread the rain and thank the sea...
A little more insight to how I love and how I blow off steam....
I play with words and love others to read and follow my dreams...

by Michael J Falotico

Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2010

Details | Couplet |
                                        The rain came down as I sat by the window..
                                I pondered what lifes and ups and downs have shown..

                               While at the piano the keys didn't feel or sound right..
                                The mixture of colors on my paint brush had no light..
 
                                  I then searched for a way to express without sound..
                             Then the door opened to Poetry and the words I've found..

                       I feel this time I have found my way through a tangled dark forest..
                       Now by the same window I write of rain and love as I just express..


Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2011

Details | Narrative |
DON'T JUDGE ME

If you had the power 
what would you do with it?
Do  what you like do or die that is life
I stopped in my tracks while I looked back 
I'm keeping all my abilities to be set free
I am the champagne of me
this anyone could see
I do have the power even in your darken tower
I even shower in the cold night rain 
just to wash away all my pains
So, don't worry about me 
I am already interesting 
that is why all reads about me
I presented all my sadness and weakness
I written it all down in my own blood stain ink
I look up to my God to give me more strength 
to live out all my dreams
I always wounder about what is holding in the sky 
what dose the kingdom look like!
I just fell to the wet ground 
where all my emotions rolled around 
then I looked up at the one who is speaking to me 
Then he asked me another time 
If you had the power what would you change ?
I w answered back and said 
I would learn how to fly on high
but as for me I wouldn't change a thing 
because all that I see is all a darken dream 
it is a testing to me 
I'm sure you can see it in my eyes
I'm doing just fine 
but at times I has to wounder 
if I am already died 
or is it I'm losing my head?
Oh, how all of this is getting very deep 
even for me
But I will not give up a think
I swear I will win this fight 
I will show you I live for what is right 
I hold on to the strength that hides within 
when you didn't expect it 
I will make you see your wrongs 
I will show others that are playing in this game
you are insane and you hold all the blame
I will give you back all your shame and pain
I will pick you and all your evil friends 
and I will fight you to the very end
but sometimes I need 
to awake from this darken place
but I will always wounder 
what will be waiting for me 
I screamed so loud I will never give up
I ask all my readers to love me 
so,never judge me
just know I have a stack of problems
but again who doesn't ?
I know I have to learn from all my pains
that brings on more rain 
but as long as I know God loves me 
and he will always help me that is all I need
I know life isn't easy 
people always find ways to judge me
they turned me into a nightmare 
I hold that metal if they need me to
all my hatters put the pressure on me
they love to see me bleed
but my eyes shine so bright like a diamond 
deep into the night to give me sight 
my name is writen in the sky 
Oh, how it shines, it's self explantatory
read and see all my stories I have writen in stone
stories after stories of a darken throne 
you know how my stories keep moving along 
I cry while my back is against the wall
But I will finish this nightmare just waite and see
you will always read 
about what it is I see and bleed
But, stop judging me you don't know me 
you don't know my story 
that burns deep within me.

Poetic Judy Emery

Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017

Details | Quatrain |
tracing drops that scatter shoot
down the bedroom pane.
humming head I can't refute
that bed she calls my name.
 
fighting slumber gallantly,
I need to write some verse.
my eyelids dying valiantly
yet insomnia is my curse.

Copyright © James Nichols | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
My heart 
is my alphabet,
beating the letters out
through the pores of my skin.

I gather them
in my hands.

I mold the words.

And they pour down on the sheets,
like eager autumn rain.



© Gry W Christensen

Copyright © Gry Christensen | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Yes, I remember…
I’ve a sonnet of us, rhyming
silently, across the vast blue sky
in waiting, eagerly 
for sweet November rain.
We knew, we both
have the need to feel 
what’s good to be touched… 
the truth was, by the way,
I enjoyed the beat.
We danced, whilst the noon birds warbled, 
with unchained melodies, as the passing wind 
gently rippled the field’s golden hair, till we 
settled, ourselves, into a naked ritual, exaggerating much 
the vers libre it was leading us, before
finally, we wrestled the night, with an adieu kiss.

Yes, I remember…
I’ve a sonnet of us, for 
sweet November rain to cleanse and freshen
the wrinkles we left on a golden field, of tares, 
…for its next transients!  

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2007

Details | Ballad |
TEARS ARE FALLEN LIKE RAIN

There I sat with all my pains
tears do fallen l like rain 
words of anger comes my way 
like rush of thunder ,

Oh, how my heart hungers for peace
this voice that I do hear 
stands so near giving fear murky sky 
rolling darkness to the eyes
Oh, how it makes me cry ,

I know Dark Angel
thinks he is bold
that he knows all that I see
Oh, please 
all he knows is darken dreams
that he brings to me,

There I sat holding the key
but he don't know this yet
I cried ! then I laugh
but then I hold all I know back
because things are moving to fast 

Whither winter holding haste
to a darken place
waves of time crossed my mind
waves of the sea
holds a life to me 
into darken dreams .

Poetic  Judy Emery

Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017

Details | Sonnet |
My Poetic Heart
art of versification
of poetic rhythm
play's along with time 
true love is always on my mind
darken dreams 
will always be a part of me
I do write my pains down 
in my own blood stain ink
I am a true poetess at heart
from the very start of my Life 
the volume of me has been written
I am that poetic manual 
I hold the key 
music will flow in time of old
that will always plays within my soul
Various trails I must face
into a darken place
but no matter what 
I will always stay strong 
I kept my poetic song
what my heart bleeds
that has made a big spark
into the dark 
I have written down
thousands famous lines 
while my heart bled out 
for the whole world to read
my words had been 
written in grammar error of pains
I had Hates always talking trash 
that would try so hard 
to beat me down fast
because they could never be me
they had tried hard 
to take from all my writings
taken from my blood stain pains
that I have written long ago
in a broken down spirit
my own poetic pains 
has been written in darken storms
my own soul had been in the cold
I had been cut deep in life
I had to write it all down 
for the world to read 
all about me
to express my own poetic pains.


Poetic Judy Emery (c)

Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

How many nights awake as thoughts tumble so fast from the heavens that sense just needs to
be made?
Grab the pad always nearby, for when the rains come
and pour your heart out with them.
It’s understated to say inspired,
conversations with clouds,
allowed and understood.
Good. When that thunder rolls you know that flash is going to illuminate a lot.
All you’ve got
is a few minutes to get that down, a word a code a sign.
To remind your mind again.
It’s like that for all of us, but we,
we who have learned to pay attention,
not to mention
that we like it,
we listen. That’s all it is.
Nothing mystic
or fatalistic in it.
We like to dance naked in the rain.
And let that rain wash right through us.
We’re not afraid of lightning, we know it comes from the Earth.
And we’re rooted there. Deep.
So keep
your judgments to yourself about what’s right.
There ain’t no St. Peter checking for baptismal certificates at the Pearly Gate.
And Fate
can be re-written any time by intent.
Well meant
wishes sent to you do good and keep you strong.
So that rain of inspiration won’t burn you up, keep you watered long
After you’ve apologized.
So we let it through in verse, in muse, in story disguised
As truth. Star seedings through us all
Watching as seeds fall
And sprout in the rain
on Earth.

Copyright © Krow Fischer | Year Posted 2009

Details | Light Poetry |

With the Rain…

Every day is in documentation
Getting it out
Getting it down
Read, if even for one moment
And find something that you can believe in
A solid thought
From a scattered mind

No tomorrow without tonight beforehand
The time will come
But not to rising sun
Seeing, the clouds of rain
That place your spirits in a dampened state of array
A melancholy heart
Speaking without thinking

Growing tired, growing weary
Always as I near the pages end
No endless novel, I’m too far restricted
From going that deep into character, my dear friends
Little gems of thought and emotion
That must rain from me; onto you, all of you…

Copyright © Michael Domaracki | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |
There were clouds from the sky
To be a little darker then before
Some thoughts in sacrifice to deny
The ever mist in darken haze to recall

And the walked path was an unsheltered one
He who bears the weight of unnoticed vapour
Should be realized to have unflustered thoughts come undone
For he who thinks will thoughts be flooded lesser!

That be pure and impure to see
For a path of evil may well be a course to undertake
To understand the substances of purity
To then walk perhaps the dream-fill path in wake

As the rain becomes heavier in turn
It only meant for the routes be harder to view
To be drench toward a point of no-return
Guess not the unseen road but be sure of surreal!

Mayhaps an after-rain be of rain an after
To share the affair and to embrace as one… the unknown
And to walk is the path already be taken forever
Yet the rain, hasn’t me to recall of those being shown

Copyright © Joel Lee | Year Posted 2006