Best Precipitating Poems
Beneath the lasting hours of nightfall within our private dwelling;
naked feet waltz about the harmonized
silk petals eleven steps
onward to that of
the flat-bottom
vessel.
Unclothed,
laying
in the
clear
crystal foam
accompanied
by shadows
of flickering
scented
flames
and two
wine glasses
teem with Champagne.
The temperature arouses
both temples, allowing entry for torrid love.
Precipitating...Evaporating indiscriminately...Sigh...Our hearts now set to rest.
Pace
INK-U-SCRIPT
Romantic
01-23-2014
Categories:
precipitating, love, romantic,
Form:
Free verse
Wooden half-desk folded down into place
Textbook open, pencil poised
Einstein poster on the wall observing
Equations flying across the blackboard
Cumulonimbus clouds of chalk dust
Float across the classroom precipitating knowledge
I am an eager student with eyes fixed straight ahead
Teach me
Compare and contrast:
the Art of a sunset
the Astronomy of a total eclipse
the History of former warlords
the Architecture of new beginnings
the Geology of relationship tectonics
the Archaeology of buried dreams
the Poetry of first impressions
the Sociology of boy meets girl
the Physiology of a first kiss
the Calculus of two bodies in motion
I am an eager student at the Academy of You
Teach me
written 15 Jul 2021
Categories:
precipitating, first love, love, school,
Form:
Free verse
outside, it was raining
as it was inside
drinks spilling onto the floor
from incessantly topped-up glasses held by
forgetting, gesticulating hands
spittle flying from mouths attached to people
in love with their own voices
their little huddled audiences salivating
over every word or the prospect
of taking their turn as court-holder
the room drooling with
go-to anecdotes and jokes
rehearsed at a hundred parties like this one
disgorged from speech bubbles like fat storm clouds
filling dead air with stories on life support
sudden thunderclaps of laughter
precipitating further precipitation
the floor must have been wet but thankfully
not gleaming like the pavement twelve floors down
the rain let up outside
I slipped out onto the balcony
and between sips of my stale beer
gulped the laundered air
Categories:
precipitating, people, rain, satire, social,
Form:
Free verse
In the midst of a forty-five degree silicate sea
Winds carry arid mists
Blinding unprotected eyes
Burying the unsuspecting
Hard waves break on the dunes
Precipitating salty tears with cruel irony
Feet, firmly rooted
Skin, steadfast in the unrelenting midday sun
Arms, outstretched
Right hand, due south
Fingers, arrayed, elements, antennae
Left balances right
Body rotates, slowly
Shoulders
Hips
Balls of the feet
Right arm sweeps the compass
Eyes, closed in concentration
West; sparks of latent inspiration
Arc from distant faulted subduction,
Eyes, open in anticipation
Convected curtains corrupt the clear air
Shimmering over a non-existent lake
Mirrored mirage
Making me shiver despite the oppressive atmosphere
Blurred images come and go
Through the poorly receptive ether
Shapes raising spirits
Smudges dashing them
Despairing grey
Mysterious black
Optimistic white
Bleached and burned
A rainbow away from the memory of hope
Monochrome dreams distilled from coalesced emotions
Abstraction dissolves to substantion
Pulse becomes sway
Refracted gamut of grey
Washes pastels over a hazy outline
Flowing cotton dress
Desire
Copper hair
Passion
Dark bright eyes
Ardour
Heart and soul on fire
Flames of wishing, wanting, needing
Lick the air in every direction
Which way to run?
There is no choice
Always towards
Always the agonizing experience
Of illusion
Not this time...
I plead
Categories:
precipitating, love
Form:
Free verse
septets
Rain fills our lakes with rich resource
on which the fish and fowl rely.
Their life flows with the rainy clime.
Mankind requires rain too, of course,
precipitating fear in time
as tribal dances testify.
Drought brings man to his last recourse.
Flooding of rivers, lakes and seas
causes damage on the game reserve.
Plants and animals lose their ground.
Tribal dances seek to appease
a god whose grace and mercy abounds
when deluge takes a nasty curve.
Prayers are poured out in hopes of ease.
Environs’ balance is no easy task.
as mountains, valleys and forest streams
supply nature with health and growth.
Human nature, somewhat selfish, basks.
in give-and-take which stirs a two-faced oath -
if God can hear and will my life redeem,
I’ll dance and wear his sacred mask.
For hundreds of years, the skies were dry;
a mist met all that nature needed.
Creation failed to meet God's mark;
confidence in Him went awry.
Noah roused by notions of an ark
was engulfed by scorn. Contempt receded
as rain starts to dance. Rain hears no man’s cry.
written 28 January 2016
Categories:
precipitating, dance, earth, god, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
If my words could be fashioned into a weapon,
I would write a poem for each of my brothers on the other side of the world as a means of self defence
against one false accusation to the next,
to the constant failure to pass an "innocent appearance" test
due to the misreadings of an ill-literate society that have been preset
and extended to triggers that are pulled without an ounce of regret - but then;
it seems that words have been deemed irrelevant
and all that exists in this reality
are the faint sounds of sirens, gunshots and protest cries
that soon evaporate into memories,
condensing into injustice
until precipitating into yet another life lost
all while the guilty hide under an umbrella of privallge - the cycle continues.
Categories:
precipitating, america, discrimination, racism,
Form:
Free verse
Rain - A Didactic Cinquain
Rain
Misty, sweet
Pelting, dewing, precipitating
Ever so warmish
Rainwater
Spring rain
Droplets wet, refreshing
Delighting, happening, crying
It was a surprise to us all
Cloud
Cloudy rain
Wonderful, stripy
Jumping, swimming, rolling
Such feelings of happiness
Thing
3/29/19
by James Edward Lee Sr ©2019
Categories:
precipitating, analogy, rain,
Form:
Didactic
At sea there's squalls
as pressure falls
It's not surprising
as warm air's rising
From the cloud
there's thunder, loud
Lightning flashes
More thunder crashes
Hail stone falls
Large icy balls
Precipitating
Winds rotating
Air spins quicker
More lightning flicker
A funnel forms
'neath thunder storms
Touches down
Destroys the town
of Laredo
Class 5 tornado
Categories:
precipitating, natural disasters, weather, wind,
Form:
Verse
Trying to come down a mountain you've already conquered is the true test, and it's a hard one.
Like pouring cheap sanitizer
over your bloody hands.
The 99.99 that it may kill will not eliminate the painful little hundreth percent of pain that still stands.
But it is necessary.
I can see parts of my past like jagged rocks I've already placed my feet upon once. They remind me of all the times I slipped up cut myself with such failure I never thought I'd move on from. I slide down the mountain's side, hoping that if I fall forward I will be caught by a cloud filled with the heaviness of my old pride. Reminiscing on a cumulus crime trying to piece together where I made the mistake in believing being selfish would ever put me on cloud nine.
It can no longer hold me
like flimsy caution tape failing to hold an overwhelming riot at bay
and down I go with the rain precipitating all my pain away.
At 6'4, my height is pretty easy to see
my mind is pretty difficult to read
And my beliefs are even harder to understand.
At times I feel having the word 'susceptible' tattooed across my chest would be fitting for me
just so I could be understood by my fellow man.
I heard that 90% of human interaction is nonverbal so
if I could, without a word I would speak volumes upon volumes of my autobiography and just live the rest of my life shirtless
So that even to the passing stranger, my life story they could comprehend.
Vulnerability at it's finest.
I learn from experience.
After a long fall, I land close to rock bottom.
The temptation to give up always seems to make camp in front of the exit of freedom.
I can see two male rams clashing their brains together while making a thunderous noise; the most accurate depiction of brainstorming I've ever witnessed, and an easy way to see that staying stuck at the bottom is a choice.
There is always something new to learn.
Something to struggle with up and down the mountain.
What we must learn is to not be ashamed of our struggles, and to instead show how we are victorious through the renewed life we live.
Categories:
precipitating, imagination, inspirational, introspection, life,
Form:
Personification
She was the nadir of affection
like a scorned lover, hell-bent on revenge.
She was still like a fresh flower, a sight for sore eyes.
David was told she was once jilted
by the beau of the town,
now hell-bent to wreak havoc on men
who unknowingly felt her black spider's charm.
He was not known to her; he was not introduced.
So, it was easy to ignore her, despite the warnings
of his soul. For did not his heartbeat faster?
And adrenal flow in quantities above the norm?
Yet he remained aloof, played hard to get,
knowing that was the way to beat her down.
He had no magic or dreams to weave,
no moon dust, mystic herbs or love potions,
only his determination and wily will.
For they were as alike as two mountain peaks
covered with hard white snow and tricky paths,
dangerous slopes and precipitating avalanches.
Perhaps the predator savoured more the chase.
She began to notice, and David was yearning more.
Until the day arrived when they looked into
each other's eyes and knew the outcome of the game.
Gone was the last speck of hope,
the shred of possibility, the promise of a new love
loomed like a giant glacier and the dice were cast.
The deadly demons in them were loose.
Idyllic days passed sensuously by a farce of fervour.
He had to save himself for her clutches could hurt,
claws that could cut deep within the soul.
So, like the knave he was, he slinked away
left her to her own devices and saved his pride.
She was not easy to forget, he dreamt of her often,
nor was it easy to forgive himself, especially when
he heard the news that she had killed herself.
23 September 2022
ONE FROM THE DARK SIDE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
Categories:
precipitating, addiction, dark, longing, love
Form:
Free verse
ISALE EKO (LAGOS)
A rooster of discrete tongues
Culture, tradition
Where,
Zillion specters resonate
Quantum croak.
Cock crow,
Erupts whirl, barge at Alaba
Descry of sea of soul cases
Kibbling in, out as Emmet over nectar,
As husky ell of murk drench dawning,
Eviscerate NEPA's spasmodic spitfire
To stupor, obloquy.
The hindmost geezer nestling,
Drenched in diaphoresis of animation of dog days
Eludes unforgiving hail of bug blitz,
Hallowed howl of ole! ole!
Arched in his decrepit nest
Deploys a taper
Until,
Sunup deflowers night jaded sockets
As,
Resonance of one more Naira
To breast billion mark
Percase, perforce, precipitating
The epogee in mores
Rummages his cranium:
Top dog never capitulates
Vanquish countermands blossom
In kernel of hovel, wreck, quagmire
From mainlands of Iddo,
Bog of Badagry
To Favela of Ijora, Ilasamaja
Colonize the cocoon
Which,
Burgeoned Whiz Kid, Davido and Nollywood
Confuting phantasm
That,
Golden fleece
Is muted in the jaws of no man's land.
A colossus who never unwinds
No arrears in innuendos
Paris is your headrest
Rio de Janeiro your ottoman!
Categories:
precipitating, africa,
Form:
Blank verse
~~Spring Rain~~
A drought has been declared, no hose pipes can we use
There has been such light rain for two years, but I think it is a ruse.
The day the drought was declared the heavens opened up
They have not stopped precipitating; one certainly dare not look up.
The water flows as free as lager at a barbecue
Constantly pouring, persisting it down, and the same problems ensue.
We are drenched in all sorts as drains do rise, and rivers flood their banks
But the drought warnings still apply there are supposed empty water tanks.
The spring rain is falling not like tears on babies’ cheeks
But pouring and pouring constantly, and has been now for weeks.
Still the drought does linger but I think I know the ruse
They will put the bloody price up, and watch us blow a fuse.
Categories:
precipitating, funny, rain, water, rain,
Form:
Couplet
hot, dry season over and done
nostalgia approaches in a dance of delight
dust and droplets of rain
start their tango creating an essence
known as petrichor.
inhale her deeply, memorize her smell
for she departs without sight or sound
welcome rain
cleansing the impoverished ground,
leaving behind her cool, fragrant spirit,
precipitating stark remembrance
as she hugs the dust of earth
relieving its thirst
Categories:
precipitating, 11th grade, dance, drink,
Form:
Free verse
As I kneel down to this great monolith a black rectangle tablet has droned in through boundless space. My eyes rose with tears precipitating. A blinking of coup d'œil of a great being calling as an adherent red glowing goo comes trickling down my chin and neck from the bottom of my lip. For I see the birth of an old universe beyond invisible walls. and god calling was an earless wolf serpent with many quills and arms.
Categories:
precipitating, art,
Form:
Free verse
Sheets of rain pour from heaven, concussive drops falling in succession another life being lead, too far in the wrong direction how am I so up when I'm down?
Another mistake
Another one made
Another hole in the back of my brain
Another hope
Will hurt the most
When falling from the highest points
Coming from the sky
Released from the clouds
How am I so up when I'm down?
Visiting earth
With such a wide berth
And no idea of what I'm to do here
And maybe I'm just speaking in cipher, over and over again, or maybe I'm just breaking the fibers of the cage I've been held in. Maybe the world isn't what it seems, the sun is poking through the trees, maybe I'm spinning dark imagery when the world is a beautiful thing.
Eyes are glazed
With this thoughtless grey
Expecting too much, hope whisked away
Fight for the moments
Trapped in focus
And I'm still up when I'm down.
Put on another smile
With tears behind these eyes
I don't think anyone's listening, for the screams beneath petty lies
Constant attempt to translate
Try to understand this point of view
I'd rather edge in the corners than open myself to you.
And maybe I'm just speaking in cipher, precipitating my next sin. Or maybe the second hand is ticking down to fall on my head again. Maybe the rain needs the sun vice versa and contradicting things, maybe the world isn't as ugly, as I'm spinning it to seem.
Everything is vibrant
Everything in different shades
All I hear is the cries of children, with views of a world stuck in grey
Throbs are aligning in my head
With drizzles of people with no names
Another drop of water on my head may send me reeling in time again.
Categories:
precipitating, depression,
Form:
Lyric