Best Rains Poems
The steadily falling cold August rains
Continue to pour upon Cheshires lanes;
Over flattening fields of soddened wheat,
Soaking the grass, splashing the feet.
Stands the Combine in the shed;
The unripened apples hanging rosy red.
Stands the caped heron all alone -
His glinting eye as cold as stone.
And in amongst the many puddles
We step around like our troubles:
So lurch ahead with our retreat
Like drunken fools in the street.
And through this months darkly frowns
The cleansing downpours wash the towns;
Scrubs the spire from ingrained time -
Absolves the guilt from the crime!
It’s raining outside
I can see on my window panes
Rain droplets slide
Inside seemingly dry eyes something triggers rains
Memories are cruel
They don’t spare
O agonizing thoughts! Do not fuel the flame
And waste the gems rare
The storm has been building for ages I know
The despair left no trace of hope’s glow
I wore a smiling face just for show
O unwelcome guest! I bid you to go
Why should I remember the haunting moments?
Why should I recollect the heart wrenching times?
Where are the images that heart enchants?
Where is the melody with rhythm and rhymes?
Go, go, go O clouds of despair
With your deafening noise of lightning and thunder
Lend me your ears and let me declare
I fight aggression, I do not surrender
I can see on my window panes rain droplets glide
Alone in this dreary night and no one by my side
The thundering clouds with menacing deafening pride
O my restless soul the worldly rules abide
Karachi, Dec. 27, 2012
Norway Rains
I love the rain
Under my umbrella
Staring at rainbows
Wishing for dreams
My stomach is hungry, so it seems
I may be just a wee little kid
In the country rain
Still I know dreams do come true
As Anne-Lise brings my favorite ice cream
Smiles all, through and through
Laughter echoes in the Norway rains
Dedicated to Anne-Lise from Norway!!!!!!!!
At stroke of the dawn as the sun is rising
Birds are chirping to awaken the morning
From the trees that sway in gentle breeze
Breeze that whispers melodic greetings
Greetings that convey comforting feelings
Taking a slow walk with musings alluring
Humming the tune of romantic lyrics
Lyrics that mesmerize a beautiful dream
A dream that allures and keeps her waiting
Embracing falsity when truth is illusive
Ignoring a warning that he's just a fantasy
A fantasy that culminates in futile reality
A futile reality she must now contemplate
Between real and illusive she now hesitates
Not ever taking the blue-sky for granted
For sometimes it rains on a clear sunny day
August 1, 2018
Placed first in standard contest #155 by Brian Strand
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As the sunset of life beckons me
in marmalade farewells, orange sherbet adieus,
I stroll in uneven footsteps,
not sure of the bridges I crossed
or those burned in the process
Alone I follow the polished pebbles
scattered along this lethargic path,
nary a word or whisper, only my thoughts
peering back on what was,
stumbling when your memory finds me
Dark tangerine hints touch the sky
for the day, this day, my life
shall soon disappear beyond the slumbering valley,
diminishing into a minute speck
hiding in plain sight where no one can see or care
I listen unsuccessfully for its sad melody
of fractured bar chords and minor notes
when I again feel you invading my soul,
reaching down from my heart,
the place you still reside
Inaudible tones offer I am sorry for the pain,
the weight I did not realize I carried,
collections of hurt in shiny bows and pretty paper
that sent you away from me,
as solitude now rains in gift-wrapped droplets
Softer my dampened steps move
towards that straight line illusion summoning,
darker still as minutes pass
for I know this end is mine alone
as the moon crests the horizon and I slowly fade away
For the Silence poetry contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Wandering eyes piercing silent wounds
focusing on whatever temporarily resumed
wondering what havoc makes this love abound
never turning to look around
eyes only for each other
closer than a brother
lush we have in togetherness swoon
not a fragile balloon
stare into the deepest oceans
blue and hazel turn into private notions
a precious gem of emerald green
sparkling in winters seen
focusing on what's golden
values set in motionless smoulder
shameless in perfection felt
turn no tables forever dwelt
may no person interfere
their name will smear
melodies steep the night
holding on tight
viking and Celt collide
conveying what's on the inside
seeking virtues amongst the plains
it only hurts because it rains
Roses,
where are they?
Spring
rains
on my picnic.
Rains of winter are often tiring
As well as relentlessly unending.
Our poet finds them uninspiring.
She regrets hours she has been spending
On poetry, tiring and unending.
She tries to hit a lighter note
By turning to reading of the bards.
Comparing them to what she wrote
Is a swift turning of the cards.
She wishes she wrote like the bards.
The reading brightens somber mood,
And brings sunshine into the room.
Her own lines now are looking good.
She has shaken off the clouds of gloom.
Gone, somber mood and clouds of gloom
Whenever the sun hides behind cloud,
One could discover lightening & thunder aloud.
When it starts to drizzle, the roads fill up with mud;
Then heavy rains cause it to flood.
Some people feel the rain, others just get wet;
After a few moments the rain gets set.
When anybody is in pain,
But we can't have any rainbow without heavy rain.
Rain slipped in
sliding on the din
just passed dark
came midnight sparks
before the light of morning sun,
spits and spats, tips and taps,
lulls and dulls,
sputtered mutters culls,
on the shutters closed,
clammy, dank, and damp,
click-clack, stamped,
pitter-patter tones,
on the walk path stones;
soft and harsh,
wind blowing scowls along the tarps
glistening glows
misting the grassy rows,
October doom looms,
harvests wells consumed
rain falls
as autumn calls.
When black clouds cover the sky
and cold winds blow strongly
There will be rain soon
Nobody goes out of home…
Rains fall on the trees, on houses
and on the green fields of crops
Rains make the lands fertile and
bring sweet drinking water for us……
A cloudy day makes me nostalgic
A rainy day let me write a poem of
childhood memories (of few decades old)……
I hear the songs of rain in my mind
I get the smell of a wild flower
in a rain forest……..
Il Pleut
It rains torrentially
after long drought and disorder;
it rains drenching the empathetic
scraggy soil of the heart
it rains moistening the rocks of anger
crags of revenge and cracks of depravity
it rains covering the jealous holes with purity
healing the undesirable crevices of the being
it pours incessantly to cover and clean
the gaps of deceptive caves of life
it rains inside me constantly
stretching the cramped limbs
softening the being;
it skits with a susurrus
leading me to the lee
when all on a sudden
something goes wrong
influenced by someone’s lewd smile
or a serein’s half-hearted dampening.
Rain of grace falls and falls
to soothe my ruffled feelings;
it corrects, it helps, it leads me
always to the right way.
When it rains in the forest of my being
where the tallest trees touch the sky
and the moon shines bright on the leaves
through the gnarled branches
lighting the dark parts of existence,
life becomes wholesome
peaceful and serene.
Removing the dryness and darkness of life
rain of grace falls and falls
perpetually to revive.
Sometimes you can't tell it's raining
until you see the puddle
Drops floating, cascading down to earth
so seemingly subtle
But far from dainty are these drops
displacers of dirt and dry
Each shatters like a nuclear bomb
cast downward from the sky
The wreckage of which is washed away
absorbed into the ocean
The waves are drops fighting for life
drowned by undulate motion
Unable to resist polar attraction
In appearance, simple and small
This complex network of H and O
becomes bigger than us all
Cascading baubles, crystals in the air;
raindrops dance down without a single care.
Tulips smile as they drink the water in
heaven’s nectar of pitter-patter din.
To softest ground the hungry birds arrive,
for tasty meals, beaks take a a little dive.
The hungry hatchlings singing little chirps,
will be appeased post meal with tiny burps.
Spring blooms of the narcissus and iris,
replenish stalks with liquid refreshment.
my mind travels back to the fonder days,
of my childhood when in the rain we played.
4-23-2020
Spring Rhyme Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
Drip. . .drip does the rain, falling to the ground from the weary gray clouds
Leaving in the air a lonely pain, as the people scurry off in cursing crowds
The sky speaks to us all, in muffled whispers and words from the gentle lips of God
“Do not let your spirits fall, take the wet with the good and nurse your hardened sod”
And the rumbles to remind, those who forget and forgot why their hearts still beat
That we are all intertwined, in friendship and love, and march to the pace of God’s mighty
feet
They splash all around me, on my shoulders and on my face
His words to thee, “Keep your souls open to divine and subtle grace”