Best Monsoon Poems
It's just August and I can't wait
to ramble with you through the countryside
that sparkles in a fresh glossy green cover;
After long spells of rain, the sun gently peeks out,
and green leaves glisten in soft sunlight;
Aw the rain drops on large banana leaves
like beads of pearls strewn about, shining.
Date: 08/09/2022
For Just August Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Let's go out and frolic in the rain
Shove aside all cares and be vain,
In this stormy night from nothing refrain
Neither cry foul nor complain,
Drench to the core and raise cain,
Clap with the thunder once again
And blaze a trail in the lightning domain,
Drive this sassy storm insane
Within our palms its tears contain--
And then...ha, kiss the rain!
~"Rain" contest by Silent One.
~02/24/2013
~"Your Best Poem" contest by Shadow Hamilton
Step out on a treeless plain,
Earth scoured with monsoon ruts.
It's not that we never learn,
Just not fast enough!
Grey clouds thunder tearing the sky,
chirpy birds back to their nests fly.
Lucid drops of divine wonder,
tearing the sky, grey clouds thunder.
Merry buds, sparkling veil cuddles,
my pup splashes love in puddles.
Violet hues in streaming floods,
sparkling veil cuddles merry buds.
Pink tulips dancing to quick beats,
dripping mellow bathes tranquil streets.
Parched lilies moisten their blue lips,
dancing to quick beats, pink tulips.
Drenched carefree I am monsoon kissed,
dreamy muse floats in rejoiced mist.
Scented wisps lend their hand to me,
I am monsoon kissed, drenched carefree.
June 10, 2020
Swap Quatrain Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Checked rhymes on https://www.rhymezone.com/
Checked syllables on https://www.howmanysyllables.com (8 syllables per line)
~Winner: 14th Place
If someone handed you a box with everything in it that you had ever lost
what is the first thing you would look for?
Holiest of things that I could never recapture
like the feel of dad's hand in mine
on a warm summer day when all the world was
time ...
A most sacred memory wrapped in tissue
settled deep inside a box safely locked
Underneath my bed a tarnished locket
that wasn't even mine...
The child within me, the one that got away
nineteen and gone too soon
A monsoon rain that September remembers
soaked and filled with longing,
The face of youth
my brother's Marco Polo voice
inside a chlorinated pool
just before he died
This poem is dedicated to all my friends,
The loyal pals who came up to me with royal relationships
who encouraged me always in my performances,songs,dramas,poems and speeches.
And particularly my schoolmates of Sentia and Silver Oaks.
Maharashtra to Melbourne.
Jaipur to Jamaica.
Jharkhand to jersey.
Himachal to Hamilton.
Lakshadweep to Lanka
Kerala to Cape town
Shimla to Sydney
Manipur to Malaysia.
Antartica to Karnataka
Andaman to aucland
Ameerpet to Antarctica
Pune to Portugal.
Sikkim to Singapore
Warangal to Washington
Andhra to Argentina
Telangana to Trafford.
Our bliss should be visible.
Our teasing should be audible.
Our way should be walk-able.
Our mistakes should be meltable.
Our sneer should be sensible.
Our intention should be amiable.
Our rhythm should be rock able.
Our fun should not be lock able.
Our harmony should be beautiful.
Hence our life should be delightful
and hope my poem will not be painful.
And it will be meaningful and this is dedicated to all my pals.
Tamed time in my imagine store ,sky is a stage for a Drizzle Drop
Atoms pirouetting on broad high heels
Molecules are singing in mute melody
Twinkling shiny kings tend to twirl and tune like Mozarts of moon.
When I saw that marvel, my shoulders shrugged
I fetched fairly panic.
My skin got to melt sparer and leaner as my sweat
and only thing I could fit is in to a tunic.
I was curious to know the age of sky
Because it is melting much more than most of moist as rainy tears
I reason so; why is it still bearing the world in movement of misery in every crusade
And with a statement of sweet and sour sentiment it is even making me cry spicy with salty sobbing.
You may find my rain drizzle from heavens and fall woo
only to reach our soul and try to fit in our own shoe.
Every now and then my bubbly rain sleeps on sand
And it even takes part as the shade of fantasy and sad.
My rain might always has inner directed thrust
To rain down to the reign of the thirst.
While evaporation my soggy-boggy sodden rain flow high
And even, in a frown frazzled furnace of weather with thunders, he keeps on to sigh.
Dusty air I breath
Its been so long
A drop of water!!
Rainfall
Soaks all.
~Footle contest by Judy Konos
I love the monsoons
Lightning and torrential rain
Washing the desert
Monsoon so azure—
Turning misery into crystal,
Gemmed, bits of ice..
start
The morning sun hidden behind dark clouds
Everything below covered like a shroud
The air is humid, strong winds blowing from the west
These ominous signs put everyone’s nerves to test.
Streaks of lightening flashed across the sky
Sounds of thunder made the children cry
The little ones clung to their mothers with fear
For them, poor souls, there was nothing to cheer.
Then it came with a bang, the deluge
Forcing everyone out to take refuge
Under a tree, inside a shop or any shelter
Forgetting everything and running helter-skelter.
Rain fell in sheets lashing the window pane
Water gushed down the roof-tops into the drain
Poodles of water collected everywhere
Children splashed around, such opportunities are rare.
The countryside looked like a cluster of fens
A bedraggled cockerel marshaled his hens
“Scratch for worms, you lazy bones,
Before the water evaporates leaving only stones”.
A bullfrog croaked from the muddy pool
Followed the orchestra from his music school
In the distance a peacock decided it’s time to dance
And impress the peahen with his romantic stance.
A roadside vendor sold cups of hot tea
People flocked to his stall to share it for a fee
They were caught unawares in the incessant rain
Their unsavory plight was the tea vendor’s gain.
The rain stopped and watery sunlight peeped again
Children rushed out, parents’ restraining effort in vain
They splashed in the muddy water getting wet
To them, catching cold was not at all a threat.
end
--Anacreontic Verse--
Dry heavens build
Temple to the North
Fluff billows up from
Crags to stratosphere
Midnight cover
Issues forth
Engulfs solar orb
Cloud King’s dance begins
Footfalls fill the sky
Grape press of the Gods
Now drowns our sins
Monsoon rain’s vintage
Pours down from high
Deep lilac cloudburst,
His hands touch plain
Land surrenders
Its sweet release
Breathe floral musk
Of desert rain
Once parched ground revels
Moist in its surcease
Light fragrance spiced
Sweet pollen with our
Kiln-baked sins, the
Hint of ancient bones
Astringent whiff of
Ozone’s bite within
Intoxicating
Rich organic loam
Dry rivers pregnant
Rough land transforms
To fertile home
Soft fragrance
Of a harsh world
Yet renewed
8/7/16
For contest: Anacreontic Verse 4
Sponsor: Edward Ebbs
the monsoon brings rain
the desert thrives and flowers
again, so do I
Monsoon forwarding
two small puddles overflow
soon there will be one