Best Peacerain Poems
Rain Whispers
Tender and fragrant
the tiny drops of rain feel feather soft
as they sprinkle my upturned face
the roar of the tide, somehow dimmed
as the rain on the beach whispers
Walking through the mists of an early morning fog
delicate wisps of icy tendrils lace between my ankles
the sand gives way to my footsteps
the ocean washes them away
all thoughts wash out to sea
feeling small, peaceful...free
tender and fragrant
the tiny drops feel feather soft
as they sprinkle my upturned face...
and the rain.....whispers
The rain on my glasses
I see it, so magnified
Each droplet, a crystal
Gliding
Upon the wall of my mind,
On every lens,
A waterfall, a river,
A stream
In the rear, I stand
Pondering
As if in a marvelous dream.
The rain on my glasses
I see it, so magnified
Each droplet,
A spring inundating
The arid ground of my mind
Through every lens,
A world drenched, colored,
Surreal
In the rear, I stand
Pondering
As if I have just begun to feel.
As the rain weeps
It's nourishing tears,
i read in brevity of thought.
Quietude...
Spared this day
Of the gardens toil.
As the rain paints its pictures
Upon a windows pane.
Solitude...
With evening brings
This symphony of sounds
The patter of rains,
A release of thunder's.
Rest...
At home,alone.
A tranquil afternoon.
May these simple words,
Bring to you a peace-ful rest.
I close my eye's and imagine you.
My mind is set free and my heart races.
Your eye's sparkle in the moon light,
deep and full of life.
Your stong arms embracing our bodies together,
forcing the heat of our passion through wet clothes.
BREATHLESS,
as your sweet smokey kisses take me away.
We sway along through the rain drops,
gliding across the mirror of stars glittering above.
Dancing to the beat of our Heart,
and the chiming of the rain falling like a curtain around us.
LOOKING into your eye's I can see my life.
FEELING you against me, I am at peace.
TOGETHER at last, I am Free.
a girl,
she plucked off
a rose,
and touched her lips
to the lips of
the rose-
sniffed the fresh smell of
the red rose.
like spring rain it smelled.
like spring rain it smelled.
a lone tear
from morning dew
trickled down
the rose''s
red, red face.
the rose
then fell from
the girl's
hand as she
hurried off to greet
her friends.
I felt the rain on my face,
said I'd felt it first
but you said you had
as we walked hand in hand
into the copper tone sun set--
you punch drunk
and me just a little tipsy.
"It was a wonderful party,"
we both said together
then laughed
because neither one of us
had wanted to attend it.
We agreed that life was like that--
when you least expect to
you have a fantastic time
and so it was
we didn't argue
over who'd felt the rain first
just enjoyed it
with uplifted spirits and faces.