Best Pouring Poems
'Love Story' Poetry Contest.
Sponsor: Regina Mcintosh
1st Place.
“I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”
- John Green, "The Fault in our Stars."
"Love is selfless. Love is respect. Love is infatuation. Love is more than all three combined."
- the poet
your lashes flutter when you open your eyes
chocolate orbs, blown wide
my favourite flavour
it starts like that
two souls – a little bit broken, a little forlorn
raven locks to hide behind and skin moonlit parchment
I think I must be a little bit gone
lost in nose scrunches and cheeks all bunched up
a healthy blush spread all over and those shy plunges
my poor heart clenches
it’s pouring outside and your clothes are drenched
your body is shivering and your teeth are chattering
yet the umbrella you hold is over my head
eyebrows strewn together, worried I’ll catch a cold
it’s not just the wind ruffling your hair, I think I love your heart
and everything’s pure, this feeling blueberry snow
you love without asking something in return
it’s not just your heart, I think I love your soul
I touch its beauty and I find a lover.
ALONE IN THE POURING RAIN
I’m standing between
twilight and the night...
out in the pouring rain
I haven’t got a clue,
of what to do…
or where to go from here…
I’m stuck between my courage, and my fear
Chorus
Now, I’m all alone, and
everything just feels so wrong
With no clear answers,
to the questions, I must face
I’m almost done, with this life
where I don’t belong
I just don’t remember who I am,
or my name…
I’m all alone standing out here,
in the pouring rain.
Can you help me to,
find my way…
to take the first train back to me
My mind has fallen a little off track…
at least, it seems that way to me
There’s a man in the mirror,
and I don’t know why...
he’s staring back at me…
I just can't see, what he wants to see
Chorus
Now, I’m all alone, and
everything just feels so wrong
With no clear answers,
to the questions, I must face
I’m almost done, with this life
where I don’t belong...
I just don’t remember who I am
or my name...
I’m all alone standing out here,
in the pouring rain.
Bridge
I just want to go back home,
wherever it is, that it might be…
I don’t think I should be alone
Doesn’t someone recognize me?
Don’t you recognize me?
Repeat chorus Fade
Copyright
John Derek Hamilton
July 09,2018
In the garden
Of my memories
Remains... but one rose
Her voice
No longer lingers
It’s always, the first to go
What once grew
In the sunshine
From the light of.. our love
Is now just a memory
One I can’t give up
I’m pouring whiskey on a rose
In hopes to, ease the pain
A picture of perfection
Is all, that remains
Why does something so pretty
Have to wilt away and go
Now I’m stuck here pouring whiskey
Pouring whiskey on a rose
Why’s this hell
Pull me closer
To my Heaven, each night
Another empty
Whiskey bottle
Another step towards, the light
We promised
Our love
Till death, do us part
So why does it still linger
Here in my heart
I’m pouring whiskey on a rose again
In hopes to, ease the pain
A picture of perfection
Is all, that remains
Why does something so pretty
Have to wilt away and go
Now I’m stuck here pouring whiskey
Pouring whiskey on a rose
This pain that I know
Continues to grow
Such a beautiful flower
Called back home
So now I’m...
Pouring whiskey....
On a rose
Copyright © Michael P. Dudash 5/30/2019
pouring summer rain
pounds white crepe myrtle....
snow carpets the ground
A kiss in the night, in the pouring rain
She knows real passion, makes me quite insane
I love the romance that she exhibits
Blowing me away into little bits
Each part of me still burns with loving awe
I kiss her back by, I do grab and maw
Exploring every part of her body
I enjoy the awesome sensuality
As the rain pours our hearts meld into one
Our heart beats, blood’s rushing, nothing is gone
We blend, our flesh slides, we find utter heights
Flying higher than those grand, massive kites
I kiss her in the night under the rain
Our love will last always, it will remain
Russell Sivey
The New Griots—Pouring Down Raining Words
From the wombs
of our pregnant minds
may our charged words
drop like God’s tears
reaching the depths
of the precincts
of your souls
seeping like His raindrops
to swollen roots
anchoring life anew
birthing thunderstorms
of revelations
missed in oral tradition—now
staining sheets of thin pulp
with silent echoes—silent echoes
once etched in dry sand—time
unsheathing truth’s truth—unlocking
opening doors and windows
into new souls—new souls
seeking those creative leaps of mind
of the new Griots—rain dancers
inking rhythmic words
flowing like a speaking river
meandering
trials
tribulations
traditions
peace
love
meandering Minerv-like
between double clef river banks:
Come walk in the mist
of our rain—pitter pattering words
singing salient songs of life
showering selves in truth and glory.
(after a drawing by Ghirlandaio)
We see that it was dashed off in a trice,
without a trace of reticence or nerve.
The contrapposto thigh, the shoulder’s curve,
are perfect. Nothing wasted. All precise.
And yet it has the power to entice,
with just a hint of maidenly reserve;
vitality and vigour, volatile verve,
it offers us a glimpse of paradise!
There’s movement in the stillness. Chimes unheard,
the breeze, unseen, that’s ruffling the flounces,
are ghosts in the machine: thus Vergil’s Word,
the gentle kiss of gesso, makes, announces
the life that’s in those folds and clefts and flourishes.
The Word’s made flesh - and what it strokes, it nourishes.
Written May 23, 2016
Seems you'd hide
Cornered in the stairwell
Hugging concrete
Slowly ascending
Holding onto railings
But in your head
You're always singing
The neighbors throw
Their doors wide open
To hear all the commotion
To see your mind in motion
In a world all
To yourself
You're only human after all
If we could
Only find
The answers to our aching pains
Until then
There you stand
So fine
Naked in the pouring rain
(center)
The brink of collapse,
Your permission is given,
My lust pours from me.
(c) 2015 PJ Bayliss
kiss the hand that keeps drink pouring
Doesn’t matter when the night gets boring
Your not going to remember this is the morning
Home before they all start snoring
Hey there nothing to worry about
All you did was dance and shout
Stalking guys, had a stakeout
We were there to help you out
Throwing up all over the floor
We got kicked straight out the door
Cant remember what I saw
Whatever it was I want more
Out till morning what a night
Didn’t come home until it was light
Looked in the mirror what a sight
Enough to give my mum a fright
~Tasting winter's bite as nightfall drowns this grief, my ink begins to pour.~
JCB Burl's Contest:How My First Poem Was Born
10/3/2020
It's snowing outside today
and sticking in spots
it's as cold as an icicle in the airway
our heat is kicking on lots
I've been thinking concerning messages
that gets sent by our work
I believe a misunderstanding regarding images
that aren't what I meant to perk
if that is the case I apologize
I'm not an evil person for sure
and appreciate the comments you actualize
I'll aim to be clearer adjure
the way I present is meant not to conflict
with anyone who does read
I hope my voice is clear and without to afflict
for I'm trying to be a careful creed
It's snowing outside tonight
it'll be gone by tomorrow it seems
I wish you all a swell night
in whatever time zone sweet dreams
Deep down pain is buried,
deep down the soul, from within.
As always, ready to continue on,
pretending happy, with a phony grin.
Placing the pain, aside, to not deal with,
in the distance, like sailor, sailing out to sea.
No matter, where one then truly goes,the pain,
is still there, where ever, one might, then be.
No escape is there, must face, the truth ahead,
despite the falling of drops upon one's window pane.
The only way of which to see the rainbow, past the darkness,
is to at times, get drench, and stand in, the pouring rain.
When the day seems gloomy and nothing seems to work out right
And life, love and friendship seem so far off
When the rain beats violently against your window pane
And the storm seems as though it will never pass.
When your tears never dry and your cries are never heard
And love ones distance themselves
When the whole world is asleep and no-ones listening
And life refuses to throw you a rope an you feel as though you have lost all hope
Remember that Rome wasn't built in a day
And to aspire to one's goal one has to have faith
Hold onto that dream, believe in yourself
Through faith all things are possible.
The raindrops sparkle,
cunningly on your lashes,
jewels in the mist.
The wetness of silk,
reveals a woman's beauty,
only once just imagined.
As the sky pours down,
little beads of ecstasy,
a kiss warms our lips.
Your soft, warm, damp skin,
riling imagination,
in the pouring rain.