Best Raindrops Poems
Dripping Raindrops
The rain began quite lazily
tap tap tapping on the canopy
Drop drop dropping on the jade green grass
under subdued light drops shine like glass
The wind kick ups a ruffled breeze
soon the rain is drip drip dripping from the trees
Loud thunder strikes and with it brings
rain pouring down in liquid strings
I hoped this storm would quickly pass
and before too long it had cried it's last
Again I hear- drip drip dripping from the trees
as the raindrops drip off the fresh spring leaves.
as a child,
I perceived
the wonderment
of Clouds.
and elders
likewise contemplated
the curious celebrity of them
the solemnity of shape-shifting skyships
their charity of rain:
encouraging fruit
greening hills
irrigating joys
keeping
watch
around the earth
in as enviable
a perch
as the risen sun
or mystic moon
that guides tides.
sun runs
apace
moon whisks
its baton away
but Clouds
stay high,
perpetual
imprints
covering Space and Time.
Could
Clouds
be God's eyes?
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when I was
-abecedarian-
counting from one to three,
I licked my lips
at Clouds
reckoning
I'd catch them
like docile butterflies,
and discern the flavors of miracle floss:
must be rose-white sugar
some barley flour
lamb's fleece and goose feathers
the elders, lofty and wise,
disparaged my foolish games.
I tugged
on the edge of their mountainous faces:
wispy chins
transient strands
billowy beards
closest clouds
I'd seen
Proximal nimbi
and their dust trail
of ginger, onion, and clove
pulled pork, frizzled cod, light ashtray
lingered...
I caught
those crazy hairs
so hard
candy-coated
raindrops
fell!
As the sky weeps
in periwinkle petals of
multicolored roses,
rinsed in lemons, and lavender,
the poet within me
releases a bougainvillea
bouquet of unfiltered gratitude,
swaying to the celestial duet
orchestrated by
the angel of raindrops,
adorned in braided
wildflower crowns and
windswept wishes,
echoing dulcet melodies
rendered in whimsical accents.
I ponder, if tears had a tune,
would it be the
sound of drizzling dewdrops?
Would you then feel
the pain I carry,
veiled in smoky silence?
Or would I forever be
the silhouette cloaked
in fogs of charcoal confusion,
too dark to be deciphered
by the fragmented eyes
that eulogize
all that sparkles and glows?
But when stained sunflowers
swirl beneath starless spheres,
scattering seeds of sorrow
to cultivate a garland of grief,
puddled with poignant poems,
I remain throned,
as the goddess of black rain,
riddled with cosmic rituals,
sprinkling kaleidoscopic dust
upon forsaken fields,
while listening to the
drifting leaflets in crisp air,
pleading for the demise
of my unfaltering faith,
oblivious to the truth
that I fear not
mists of melancholy.
I surf through surging seas,
unafraid of twirling torrents
and blazing tides,
piercingly striking
shimmering sapphires
floating in deafening despair.
There in the abyss of obscurities,
I’m nestled within restlessness,
in rooted resilience,
like a perplexed paradox
weaving crippled odes to
the sun that longs to rise and sail,
splashing hues of cinnamon clemency.
Tonight, I’m counting crooning comets,
amidst quivering hailstones,
dancing in cataclysmic rhythm above,
to find my home within
an island of daphne dreams
and singing seashells.
For I hear the flaming flowers
in their solitary stillness
serenade rain rhapsodies,
to awaken the petrichor
soul of heavy horizons,
wrapped in stringed
milky-quartz beads,
bursting forth blooming tomorrows,
illuminated by chamomile water,
concocted from charismatic spring falls…
Yet I think of us, engrossed
in umbrella moments,
Cupid too envied this
symphony of romance
where love conquered all,
and grief but a blurred memory,
in sunlit souvenirs of yesterday.
Raindrops
are like my thoughts
falling down into my mind
sending goose bumps down
my spine
Their cool aftermath
cleanses me of my thoughts
of fear and uncertainty
about what tomorrows
pain may bring
They make me feel,
wet with creativity
drenched in my optimistic
illumination. glistening
raindrops, my thoughts
leave paths of pleasurable
distress, and hope of success
which road, less traveled
may be the best
Forget an umbrella
when these raindrops
arrive, I walk outside
arms open wide
Ready to Receive
whatever
the mind storm may bring
because raindrops are
as my thoughts, falling
down into my mind
sending shivers down
my spine
My brain, yearns
for the rain, to wash away
the pain, tomorrows worry
does bring
One special drop
could speed up life's clock
to the time
I can handle my own
and not dwell inside my controllers
home
For raindrops are,
like my thoughts
falling down into my mind
sending goose bumps
down my spine
My breath becomes visible when I exhale
into the chill of the still, winter air
but, I do not mind the cold.
I hear nothing, but the solemn sound of silence
as I stand in the middle of nowhere, with no one,
looking straight up into a gray sky
and seeing nothing, but a million snowflakes coming toward me.
Tumbling, dancing, drifting, and finding their way to the earth.
No, they are not just frozen raindrops.
Each one is a miniature ice sculpture
intricately carved by the hand of a master artist.
Can it be, within the billions of snowflakes that fall each year,
that no two are ever alike?
While I do not have the answer, I enjoy pondering the question.
I stand perfectly still, as if frozen in time,
as the snow falls down, and sticks onto my hair,
instantly aging me as my golden-brown locks turn white.
Yet, I feel much younger than I am.
I feel like I am inside a snow-globe that has just been shaken.
I can feel them gently landing on my face,
these delicate snowflakes tickle me
as they get caught by my eyelashes.
I just close my eyes and smile.
the daily news droned on and on
as hope gave way to gloom
every ray of sunshine doused
by raindrops spitting fumes
war and murder everywhere
no part of earth untouched
I pulled my hood up over my head
the burden was too much
RAINDROPS
Small
raindrops
drizzling from
cluster of cloud
holding deep dolor
releasing pain
moistening
grass in
mass.
08/06/2019
First Place
'August Ninnette Poetry Contest' by Caren Krutsinger
These eyes watch the fierce rain
passing through
as earth moves, vibrating once more
my being shakes again
sensing you
somehow, yes- stronger than before
This heart, the beat quickens
with each sound
breath is taken, and so deeply
air presses, it thickens
I have found
raindrops bring you so close to me
These emotions, my heart
a quick glance
as the wild wind twists in my hair
striving to pull apart
just the chance
of me feeling you, everywhere
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~ You are in the waters touch ~
Powerful Moments
Form of Poetry~ Tri-fall
The rhyme scheme is a,b,c,a,b,c and meter for each stanza is as follows: 6/3/8, 6/3/8. This form requires little to no punctuation and can be written on any subject matter.
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 in pelting the earth when we are large, we can be something to fear.
On land we can cause floods. Driven by wailing wind, we are a squall.
Petrichor, our scent so fresh, we hope that you at least recall
Subsequent to our appearance, which no one can forestall!
November’s raindrops shiver as they fall
Its cold grey weary sky must fade away
As winds become that howling siren call
To leave the cooling ponds in winged ballet,
As soft trickling cold streams of Autumn’s kiss
Allow the mud-caked Muskrats, come and go
For they are not the sort to reminisce
And simply live their lives as they may flow.
A snowfall silence soon consumes all sound
In a beauty to awe the rising sun
Its golden orb the glow of Winter’s crown
To which poet and pirate will succumb.
Deep within the core of rain’s November
Hide instincts that nature must remember.
silver strings play through lightning
in a tuneful duo with rolling thunder sound
the raindrops bounce and jiggle
pounding and bouncing
in a rocking band
petrichor ascends
from a thirsty ground
saturates
like music
penetrates into my soul
each sound of nature
breath, listen, live and love it
a sheer joy and morsel of life which nurture
Oct. 11, 2014
by Leonora Galinta
Form: Free Verse/Suzette Prime
* Sharing an old poem. Have a great day!
Second Place
Contest: Whatever
Judged: 12/10/2014
Sponsor: My most fave poet Linda/PD
darker than raindrops
mushroom cloud blooming purple....
I can see my bones
Raindrops On My Window
I turn my ear toward heaven
before each day should start.
Somewhere among the raindrops
I listen for your heart.
Keeping perfect rhythm
with this heart that is my own.
Listening to the raindrops
makes me feel less alone.
Falling soft from heaven
I hear them late at night.
I can almost hear you whisper
everything will be alright.
I wonder as I listen
to the raindrops from the skies.
Can you hear them falling
through the teardrops in my eyes?
Like lightening in the distance
and the sound that thunder makes.
Can you feel inside of me?
And my heart as it breaks?
Comfort carried in the wind
with missing you so real.
While raindrops on my window
help my heart to heal.
Cause I turn my ears toward heaven
before each day should start.
Somewhere among the raindrops
I listen for your heart.
Edwin C Hofert
Even the raindrops
love to linger on your face
like my fingers' tip-toeing,
drop by drop they reach
around your naughty dimples
luscious lips are not too far.....
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Refraction of light when
Rays of sunlight pass through
Raindrops sprinkled by clouds
Reflections behind drops
Release hues of magic
Rainbow iridescent
Revives hopes to rejoice
Date: 04/15/2021
Submitted for: Pleiades R Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Merryman