Best Pitter Patter Poems

on the threshold of tomorrow
through countless sighs 
i wait for you
stranded in the pools of fate
as the seconds fall grounded
like tears of all my yesterdays
in...

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'Twas a sound I thought alarming, most assuredly disarming;
Up I rose from peaceful slumber to discern what it might be.
While my candle flickered, wavered; whilst...

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For the lark she sings in her morning song,
That brightens up my day.
The pitter patter of tiny drops,
Clouds fill the sky with grey.

The dampened ground,...

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Enamored, I sit, in mystique of space and time
Glancing at intricacies of ebullience sublime
Contemplating mystery of universe all alone
Through echoes of destiny, heard and known,
Where...

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Life once was a journey through springs
And vistas of autumns in colors bold,
In splendor of morn rising on arc
And motifs on horizon sprinkled in gold;

But...

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pitter patter paws

a cozy warm place to sleep

purring up a storm...

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Stormy winds swing canopies of trees 
Swaying dark shadows upon my reverie
Glimmering through forest-green leaves 
Sunlight filtered by cumulous clouds

As raindrops pitter-patter on sidewalk
Drenching instincts...

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 I am a metaphor for tears,
born from murky clouds,
pouring gracefully or rampantly,
in a choreography of liquid grace,
dancing to the sound of pitter patter,
upon rooftops...

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Where conifers gaily waltz tempos evergreen
Unspoiled by human deeds, pure, and pristine,
Eagles soar there, spanning freedom wings 
And trees gently whisper to rhythmic bird trills
Echoing...

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I hear guitars a’ calling in the gloaming’s final fling
when sinking suns subdue their flames and fairies take to wing
as day departs, a yawning ash,...

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You asked me for a dance one night, ’twas late one New Year’s Eve,
and as I held you in my arms, your shape did wend...

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on the threshold of tomorrow
through countless sighs 
i wait for you
stranded in the pools of fate
as the seconds fall grounded
like tears of all my yesterdays
in...

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The old rusty gate CREAKS open,
                   ...

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The sky changed as darkness stole away light
A vision of clouds overhead made a blight
Balmy air descended into a chill
As the sun faded losing all...

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Clement weather is often just my dream.
I don’t mind wispy white clouds way up high,
or marshmallow ones topped with whipping cream.
Alas, brooding nimbus are drawing...

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