Best Pattering Poems

 My cherished one...

Here I am ,alone with stone wall paper

in the silence of my room.

The pit-pattering raindrops upon my windowsill 

help me to remember,...

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 I  thought I had forgotten
the end of summertime,
I thought I stopped remembering
that last night you were mine.

Moments side by side
before fresh petals dried.

But...

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Last night I lay in the darkness of my room 
like i always do 
Me, a dim lamplight and thoughts of you 
my only companions...

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It was reported that she had died,
but I saw her
months after the obituary.

She came to me in a dream naturally,
the mind has to be as...

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Lessons of Autumn

Summaries of schooling
   — lessons upon lessons guiding
Thoughts in class after class…as bells ring…
Volumes to consider about ways of interpreting…
As the...

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My auntie came to visit when I was three, but nearly four.
    I proudly and lovingly wore her name gifted to me,...

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Under the shade of that proliferous maple tree we'd named
  I'd given you a piece of my naive exuberant heart
   when I...

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The pounding of my heart
Echoes in my ears
Of the things that made it beat
All throughout the years

The fondness for my friends
Echoes back to me
Some of...

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Eagerly I arose to welcome winsome spring
Anticipating an ebullient, sun-swept morning
Only to witness opaline skies turn gloomy
Shrouded in dampness of rain pitter pattering
Swirling dust emanating...

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Listen to the sound the rain makes,
As it drums out it's own special tune;
Tapping a mystic melody,
On windows and roof tops and dunes.

Lulling the weary...

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Pattering rain shattering on grey road
With grisly green umbrella she troad
In a black attire looking ghostly white
Her red woeful eyes sending fearful jilt.

Watery moon painting...

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"It happened at dusk, on the eve of my bed
a series of symphonies out of my head
Whistles and pattering, octaves outstretched
Violins wailing and tubas distressed
Starlight...

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Tinseled moments adorning a little blue spruce of sheen  
he's a benefactor suited red, no he can never be mean 

Snowflakes caked upon a...

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I will never forget the years
When the leaves dripped sparkling droplets
And the glistening stream rushed forth
Rolling pebbles and stones on the way
My naive heart found...

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Rain with her wet slippers assail
The senses affixed on my walls—
Through its cloudy sight, a sun dial.

Where pattering waxes to a haunting tune,
Blew out the...

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