Best Dripping Poems

 Dripping Raindrops

The rain began quite lazily
tap tap tapping on the canopy

Drop drop dropping on the jade green grass
under subdued light drops shine like glass

The wind kick ups a ruffled breeze
soon the rain is drip drip dripping from the trees

Loud thunder strikes and with it brings
rain pouring down in liquid strings

I hoped this storm would...

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it was sizzling hot    scorching   blazing   sweltering -
    oh the unbearable heat   (from the relentless sun above)
the sweat was rolling off me in sheets
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Let me remove the sword from my back dear friend,
The blood is dripping and I am full of sadness;
Seems that loyalty is just a thing of madness,
Oh, the pain in my heart is shattering.
I must learn to never ever trust you again,
You say one thing but you do another;
It is raining on my soul, I...

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The
rain
drips
slowly
on supple
petals. Moist
 gentle breeze 
blows soft against
bending stems of verdant
color. Dancing crystals blink
bright in lost morning dreams. Drip, 
drip from each crimson flower, I watch 
your splendor, seeking solace, caught in 
meager meadows waving, grains of grass
forever moving with your wisps of breath 
is dripping, longing for dawns light you 
quiver, as drops of...

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When I had nothing left to give I gave you me...
Through all my faults I still stayed free..

While my pen drips words I couldn't say...
You can taste my passion in a silent way...

Hold your body close to the paper and listen...
It will reach out and touch your lips and glisten...

The juices pour down my pages...

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Dripping emotions end




                  When dripping emotions end up in stare,
               all churned up humour, fuming breaths of flair,
      ...

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I’m watching the icicles dripping,
Reminded of ten years ago,
When I held up my grandson to watch them,
All the things then that I couldn’t know.

How he’d soak up so much he was learning
And prove to be clever and smart;
How his joy in our moments together 
Would tattoo him right onto my heart.

How he’d love to hear...

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Flip and flutter butterfly
Like a tissue in the sky
Flying through the air so high
When it rains do you stay dry
Drip and flutter butterfly

By Robb A. Kopp

All Rights Reserved © MMX...

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Dripping words ooze alike golden honey
When someone's world is saddened with worry
Poetry may offer quiet release
For those who seek strength and calm inner peace. 

Poets cannot foresee fear or the dread
Inside hearts of whom their poem is read
If only they knew how words can inspire
Peace deep inside those whose world became dire. 

Poetry stirs emotions...

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The candle light flickers and dances.
Seeing your body in short glances.
How do you describe perfection?
Waiting so long to show my affection. 

Passion burns like a raging fire.
A hearts deepest wants and desire.
Touching the most delicate, softest skin.
Connecting eyes, locked forever therein.

A kiss so sensual, as to satisfy all needs.
A moment that every expectation exceeds.
Savoring every...

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The moon dripped like wax through 
the canopy of the pines, light and 
shadow were scattered across the
ground like playing cards.
The air was still, the scent of danger
there but difficult to locate, yet the 
nostrils still twitched in mistrust.
In knowing that this is their time, 
time to forage, snout and graze this 
fertile floor, it...

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A glass wing butterfly,
so very gossamer;
A rainforest treasure,
she looks up to the sky;
And away she will fly,
in deep dark rapture.

Small frogs of the forest,
the bright, colorful hue;
Sweet, they play in the dew,
on green they like to rest;
Oh, they are the sweetest,
and there! Hummingbird blue.

Small creatures all gripping,
under green leaves, dripping.

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August 16, 2015


Poetry/HexSonetta /Iambic...

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It’s no gain to waste all this pain.

A disgrace to not always hide this face.

My mind is lame, and it’s a shame,

to feel so numb and not be dumb.

I hate to say life’s not always been this way.

It’s an outrage that I ever lived outside this cage.

Apathy works best for me.

Cold-hearted to myself, the cheaply...

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Remember that time
you bought a gallon
of cherry juice--

And didn't
have the decency
to pour it into
a cup

Of course-- it fell

From the hand less bodies
reaching

-- amiss

I couldn't help but notice..
all the cracks it filled....

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I love poetry
it is my calling to write -
        
                             my pen drips red blood 





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June 19,  2015...

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