Rain Angst Poems

April 16—Rain

No Rain



In 2025, the world ended
With the collapse
Of the worldwide climate system.

Monster storms of the century
devastated half the world.

But the other half of the...

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Angels are unable to handle 
these 'Sylvia Plath' sorrows,
hiding their halos -
mute to my concerns.

Love has abandoned me,
left me to decay in an open grave,
where...

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Building up terrible turbulence in my brain
Resurrecting rain in my lonely lane, driving me insane
Going down below, low, low, low
The darkest night has glow, oh,...

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I hate this world I'm living in
I hate it to the core
I hate this world I'm living in
Can't take it anymore

The hate that sparks a...

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"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.

Sophocles, Greek Poet

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Tanked temps pools inky smears ere striking lights,
nightstand...

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In the dim-lit corner of a forsaken cafe,
I dwell alone, as time slips away.
He strides in with an air of indifference,
Yet his gaze betrays no...

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Sundrenched sorrows
Sundrenched worries of tomorrow’s
Troublesome wind and rain
Driving me and you insane
I can’t be sane…

Anxious as always
It remains here to stay…
Going through these days
Of a...

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Clouds bursting on clouds from the uncured rain,
Where stemmed wicks snuff out flower smoke,
Fissures that droop so much deeper—
The air full of seed will burn...

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Dark clouds loomed over the horizon
They broke loose in unprecedented force
Nature’s wrath, sudden violence acquired
It rained down as if unleashing all her fury
It was a...

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The house used to be warm when they were all home 
Not the house is gone and I'm all alone 
A stray on the street...

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In blackness,
 I hear forked tongues 
whisper wicked witchery,
hope within arthritic 
  ink slowly f a d e s
as darkness descends  
upon snow-speckled...

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A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else. John Burroughs

This is not a sad poem,
but...

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What The Roses Don’t Say
by Michael R. Burch

Oblivious to love, the roses bloom
and never touch ... They gather calm and still
to watch the busy insects...

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  I’ve been deceived by golden buttercups~
dipped in chamomile incensed rain,
while butterflies slumber on poisonous petals,
oblivious to the weathered garden of greed,
where I’ve seen...

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It was a cold winter's day, the wind howled
Sky missing hiding above, the dark clouds
that were pelting rain had revenge on mind
the cold, wet city...

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