Best Pelting Poems

Mind Dance

I hear you calling me
I feel you on the wind
Playing with my hair
Grazing my cheek
With kiss’s shadow

Upon your distant shores
Perched on craggy rocks
Upon sunlit parched cliffs
I receive you

I feel the whispers
Of the past
I hear the moans
Of the lost ones
The forgotten ones

I am here
We are...

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Above bleak pastures,
A cobalt coliseum:
Warriors are unleashed.
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Aggressive brave clouds,
Battle for the dominance:
Vanquishment is vague.
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Conquest of power,
Clash of divine elements:
Battle in the sky.
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Sun and clouds collide,
On a battlefield landscape:
The land prays for reign.
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The golden swords pierce,
As injured clouds hemorrhage:
Pelting the pastures.
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With sharp swords of light.
The golden...

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nascent 
     dawn appears
kaleidoscope 
 of 
color
  midnight 
    sighs 
       leftovers 
                  ...

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When I close my eyes I hear the sound of your voice floating in the 
air like dandelion fur, catching the breeze and dancing upward.

I remember the day when we camped in the rain and wrapped 
ourselves in blankets to keep warm, hearing the acorn...

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And We Call It……

Sprinkles, drizzles,
Mists and downpours;
Torrents, cloudbursts
Liquid sunshine;
Showers, deluge,
Mists and squalls,
Gully washers -
Thunder showers.

Pelting, pounding,
Soaking, drenching;
Dancing, pouring
Cats and dogs;
Bursting, drifting
Floating, falling,
Coming down
In buckets.

Comes in summer
Rides on thunder,
Comes in autumn
Twirls on whirlwinds;
Comes in winter
Plays with blizzards;
Comes in springtime
Floats on breezes.

Puddles, pools
Of standing water;
Dripping eaves –
Filling...

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Winter descended upon the prairie plain
Pelting the ground with freezing rain
Nipping, biting this cold morning air
Thin layers of ice coated everywhere

You get out on the road but don't step on the brake
That would be your biggest mistake
For it would make you slide and spin
This would...

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Sunless days under artic charred skies

frozen rain pelting, making me cry

harsh north winds, chill to the bone

why do I even call this place home?

Dreams of paradise have begun

Endless sunsets over clear cobalt seas

Pure white sands blanketing a quiescent cove

as a warm zephyr floats across my...

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Poe laid flowers on her grave
    His lost Lenore
    One he’d love forevermore 
    But doomed to see her nevermore

Storm clouds expelled true daylight
     Yet near her grave on a dead oak...

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As I watch her from across the open squares way ~

Beneath this black and white zebrad umbrellas, curtain and stage....

Navigating, throughout the hurried animated crowds

While holding fast to the facades below their colourful awnings

Trying to avoid to escape, caricatures candied, perpetual, and sometimes pelting rain....

Which...

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Cheerily blew ocean breeze in beach-park
Till fiery tides climbed bouncing giant rock
Spurred on by the churning clouds hosting dark
As hazy winds ravaged paths on your walk
Rattling lashing gust where fishing boats dock.
Stranger were we, till blinding storm hit blast
Pouring pelting rain on our budding talk,
Waddling...

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To the sound of pelting rain, she woke in early morning
Upon the tattered tin roof, it rhythmically pitter pattered
No sunlight peeked through clouds on daylight's dawning
She thought of him and of the dreams that were shattered,
of the nights she'd spend without end, remorse spawning

Windblown rain...

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Recycling ourselves endlessly, we are the givers of life for all.
A misconception is that we bear the shape of a tear.
In fact we are flat although from the side, we appear
Nearly round, as from the sky we fall.
Dropping gently as showers when we are small,
Reveling...

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Dancing to the tune of iniquity,
Deviously artless in their silent retreat,
Elusively lashing out unjustly, 
Pelting out timorous creeds;
A casualty in their vapid beliefs,
Brought upon by diligent lunacy, 
Primed in erroneous ideologies....

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Word Quintet in C Major

By Stark Hunter

Open the door my friend,
Climb on in,
Join me here in this relentless caravan,
This unstoppable, this incontrovertible, 
this inexorable movement,
To the depths of the dry gulf.
Join me here my friend,
In this annihilating armada,
This incontrovertible migration,
This inexorable swarm
To the watery crossroads...

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The gifted house and the ghost of his Grandmother trapped him. Her presence clung with the leftover nicotine to the walls of every room. A childless marriage and a rancid divorce left its bile in the scum atop the kitchen counters—rust-rings on the bathroom’s porcelain....

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