Best Drizzling Poems


Premium Member Drizzling Diamonds

A vast number of stars gleamed in the sky. 
Embrace us from the darkness whereby. 
Happily interwind, with the fragrance of roses.
My words express my emotion perfectly. 
Don't bother using a sextant or compass.
I lack wings; I am going to miss you at night.
I long for a fine swarm of zeal and thirst.
And then there's a delicate seduction.
In terms of vitality, you're completely insane.
Calm my heart and all the cold nights.
Did you cope with my queries and facts wisely?
To clear the ice around my heart.
I'd become confused in my dispersal. 
An eerie effect can arise at any age or night.
To retain the sun's perimeter yielded.


Written: April 8, 2021
My Obsession Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.

Drizzling Life Giving Substance

Lingering drizzle.
Liquid sunshine from the sky.
Giving all a drink.

Although a Drizzling Shower

Sijo 9

     although a drizzling shower/hitting the garden-stepping-stones
     it’s very difficult to say/if spring is here or not
     because of the chilling air/makes me shiver with the cold
© Su Ben  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Drizzling

DRIZZLING 
       
          Soil soaked and moistened soft by drizzling rain
          from pieces of torn clouds roaming in sky
         Sun in hide and seek game to entertain
         kaleidoscope of cheerful butterfly.
         Framing garland, eager egrets to fly.
         Sun rays through rain droplets split in spectrum.
         Bright rainbow is pasted on sky album.
         with spectacular display, chromatic. 
         Wet in rains, grass flowers nod at random.
        Petrichor makes breeze strong aromatic. 
 
        
     04/13/20

       Edited on 05/15/20      
                                                                        First Place
   'BRIAN'S CHOICE E '    Contest by Brian Strand

Premium Member Stains of Silence



Drizzling webs, wanderer’s shelter
Asylum to the nocturnal,
Warring, nomadic spirits, rambling
On gossamer threads, strands so silken
Trembling with soundless lessons….

Sprinkling buds, costly shadows
Silhouettes of bruised flowers, eclipsed,
By the plethora of rain, flowing,
Gentle like the voice of mourning sun,
Pledging to erase the silence of stardust moon…

Showering oaks, walnuts and pine trees
In affectionate kisses, wet like a river,
Risking each tender glance,
Graceful as the Sunday morning hymns,
More psalm than proverb, so still and cool…

Raining droplets of liquid faith, prayers
Prayed by souls who listen,
To the descent of yesterday’s praises,
Whispering through the mist,
Blessing each heart with flavors of melting kisses.

The Drizzling

Toop Taap Toop Taap
Tip Tip Tip Tip
Raindrops fall
All day long!

A yellow bird sings –
What a joy it brings!
Raindrops fall
All day long!

Now monsoon wind blows –
You and I are close!

The yellow frogs croak
No it’s not a joke!
Raindrops fall
All day long!


Premium Member Drizzling Raindrops

        Drizzling Raindrops


Sitting here, listening to the 
soft sound they make on the 
fence.
Lulling myself and my pen
into a silent, secret trance.

Dreaming of days long ago!
When people valued each 
other!
Far more, than a white screen,
that ripped out the heart of 
each other, in an AI's dream.

How ironic we will not talk on 
a telephone anymore! 
Heaven's no~
It is a task we abhor!
Do we really believe we are 
free from Death's rapacious 
knock on our door?
.
Don't you get how totally short 
life really is?
Or do you think that when dead, 
then, and only then, will you 
have the time to speak?
What a sad, tragic,  heartbreking 
and intellectual mystique!

            

      November 21, 2019

The Drizzling Rain

Breeze That Hits The Face
Smell Of The Wet Land
Sky With Dark Clouds
And Drizzling Rain Drops
Morning Is Blessed
With Beauty Of Green
Fresh And New
And Wash Away Old
It's Just The Feel
I'm Alive
© Jenny Joy  Create an image from this poem.

The Drizzling Rain

Breeze That Hits The Face
Smell Of The Wet Land
Sky With Dark Clouds
And Drizzling Rain Drops
Morning Is Blessed
With Beauty Of Green
Fresh And New
And Wash Away Old
It's Just The Feel
I'm Alive
© Jenny Joy  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Drizzling

Drizzling down
walking in the rain
Can I soak in a smile?

Premium Member DRIZZLING RAIN

DRIZZLING RAIN*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
under drizzling
rain
gardener dreams
of blossoms~
faith
and
hope
*Note: *Note: This poem was published at Poetry Soup in June 2025 (poetrysoup.com › poem › drizzling_rain_1738151) then later deleted. This is my original poem.

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