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,  outside is cold and vacant too.

Here I lay , on my dark brown couch

 like on other nights and...

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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 like an autumn sun in skies of blue,
Low I sink in you.
Recalling our slow dance
far from crowds and friends,
My fleeting...

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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 

Everything was still 
Till I could listen to first pit pattering of raindrops 
Upon my. Windowsill 
Falling, falling gently 
down...

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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 relaxed
as a three-toed-sloth
before it can report any intelligence to us.

I knew her, the way a distant relative
knows you from an...

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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 world takes Life on a continuous spin
    — round and around — outside and within — 
Orbits,...

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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, a sweet legacy.
       I was filled with excitement and delight, her eyes twinkled in...

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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 handed over a fragment of shimmering red ribbon
     I still remember your reluctant smile masking paranoia

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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 whom I've known
For half a century

The pattering lover’s beat
Echoes in my soul
A rhythm that sounds so sweet
From the girl who...

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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 petrichor themes
Scattering dreariness on visage of dawning.

You too were awed, extolling scenic setting,
Lauding crimson hues that darkened swiftly,
Adulating rustling winds...

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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 traveler,
And soothing the cares of the day;
Calming the troubled spirit,
And chasing my blues away.

Pattering 'gainst my window,
It chases away my...

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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 yellowish lips
Frozen fear dancing on pink finger tips
Her flowing hair sweeping pain of ashes
An orange lamp blinking passing wishes.

Violet blooms...

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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 shone into my window in white
heaving my breath with this musical sight
leaving my features and shadows in grey
while the melody...

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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 lit up window in a twinkling room 
the scent of sweet vanilla and Christmas sweet perfume 

Little fuzzy red slippers...

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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 a place to stay

To ponder upon the journey till then
Beneath turning and tossing desires
In the noisy pattering of raindrops
Which calmed...

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                         Why do you haunt me dear cousin of mine

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