Best Downpour Poems
Pouring down the pane, singing
It’s the praise of soft rain
Gentle, like a sweet kiss falling
On whispering, hopeful lips
Gracious and gifted with faith
Painting the countryside in hues
Of misty gray music, forgiving
Thriving on the nourishment
It drenches with life, a pure diet
On black earth and vibrant petals
Caressing, like laughter
Dancing on the hope of a hereafter
When tears so timidly mingled
With showers of simplicity
Feelings of mystery, sensitive
To the breath of God sending us
Remedies to our worries, our doubts
Captured on the drops of belief
Sprinkling compassion through
Dreams and promises of a moment
When His love will pour out
A blessing more wholesome than
Any downpour from the heavens
The cloud's, throats of water
One against the other collide
Spitting out a torrent
On earth leaving a fright
And after, a calmness wide
She sits with heavy heart
Watching the rain
Pouring relentlessly
As feelings flow
Warm tears run down her face
Easing the pain
Until the deluge stops
And street lights glow!
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Paul Callus ~ 18th Aug 2015
Contest: Visual of a Verso
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Placed 4th
Cascading in a rush
With a vociferous gush
Big drops on the crown
Poured steadfastly down
Amidst lightening and storm
And a loud thunderous sound
Playful restless
With a mischievous step
Banging at the door
Of her little head
A frenzied lot
Of deafening knocks
Raring roaring
Persistent, non stop...
Deftly she caught some
Coalesced them into a poem.
Earlier submitted for
Name of the contest:
CREATE AN IDIOM
Now submitting for
A natural metaphor
Date Jan 20 2017
Writers note
This poem, ( title changed) incidently my first submission at poetry soup last year, signifies the surge of words, a metaphoric downpour engulfing the mind of a poet , deafening in their intensity.The poet's creative skills weave out a poem from this divine gift, rapping at the doors.
Whispers that were spoken were done to cause pain
Tears that were shed slowly became a stormy rain
Fear and anguish hovered and became a filmy dew
The deluge discussion lingered and was in the wind that blew
Heartache was there ending point to show an inner power
They will never ever recover from that volley shower
A torrential flurry was finally done just to even the score
Apologies will never come from this drenching soulless downpour
A downpour of torrential rain is all I see
out my sill so clear with dark intensified-
I see the thrashing from lightning on my willow tree,
as this thunderstorm is a cyclone personified.
I can sense the squall through my veins,
feel the resonating vibrations of hail on my roof-
Soon only devastating destruction remains,
I am astounded by the clouds; stoic and aloof.
The temperatures rise and fall without warning,
August shouldn’t be this cold during the day-
I know I shall awake tomorrow morning
to damages on my lawn and down by the bay.
The staggering rage of mother nature has begun,
a tempest in the worst possible degree-
I long for the moment I can see the western sun,
a downpour of torrential rain is all I see.
February 25, 2018
.
blinding
lightning
cracks,
shatters
watery
darkness
of the sky;
blasts
of thunder,
wipers
shudder,
drag
themselves
across
my frosted,
rain-battered
windshield;
need to
pull over
for a safe
shiver!
.
Love your dark grey face
With silver flash of anger
Downpour of tantrums.
. . . drowsy downpour
green frog croaks
pond long still, stirs . . .
rain pours out wishes
dreams whisper soft, silently
through shadow of storms
showers of kindness
drench the sorrows from the heart
breathing mystic peace
drizzling down, flooding
filling hearts with hope and praise
blessings from heaven
streaming down windows
painting hues of brilliant joy
capturing starlight
falling across lands
triggering sprouts to shoot up
toward azure skies
DOWNPOUR IN THE YARD
‘’’ ‘’ ‘ ‘’’’’’’’’’ ‘ ‘ ‘’’ ‘ ‘
soaking in rainfall
windblown flowers and plants stoop
muted colors stray
falling leaves now plastered flat…
framing my yard with damp clay
(c) tanka
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For Brian Strand's Your Choice Once More
Written by nette onclaud
A sudden downpour –
Everyone runs for shelter
Even the street dogs!
O good servant!
Bring the white mare, grazing in the pasture,
And saddle her;
Or take out the Ranger car, in the backyard
Is the thatched garage.
It’ new spring, and heavy downpour,
Call her to company me,
Order a tent with tables and toys, bedding and lighting,
And a countryside cook.
I am in great mood,
I have to picnic, there,
In the country, by the bank of the brook,
I was teaching, some years back, the lovely poor children,
And loved it, and always had a feeling of joy.
Invite the poor country men
And serve them tea, and some fast food.
Then in the thunders and rain
I will dance and romance with her.
And then, watching the muddy water rolling the rocks and willows’ trunks
And bodies of animals dead,
I have to in lonely meditate,
Before a cheerless return.
A child has soared the pale blue sky-
to his family, kisses of goodbye.
In the heavens, he then transforms
embracing the promises of fluid mold.
Captivated, the youth forgets
soils that have been his foster parents.
Man assumes a denser phase:
heaviness - has now prevailed.
The sudden shifts of cold and tension
beget him towards state of depression.
Palls of nimbus saturate;
darkness consumes strands of bliss.
Overwhelmed with august ambition,
tears have burst in all direction.
Hence, with this, a realization seen:
down, he plunges the bottomless pit.
The height of climb, the depth of fall-
a fact to be learned by one and all.
Volts of lightning
Roaring rumbling thunder
Stormy evenings
Spectrum of lights
Reflecting rainbow's end
Past the downpour
Laughter of kids
Playing, running all around
Clear skies happiness
by:
olive_eloi
8:02 pm
02/19/2014
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