Best Showers Poems
Soft sunlight streams through Nimbus clouds
A sign, a foretaste of coming spring
When hills and fields bring forth rich foliage
From humble green grass to royal heather
Flaunting peacock colors to honor the day
As clouds release their crystalline drops
Lovers’ laughter echoes as they run for shelter
B’neath the old willow tree, they stand; lost in warm embrace
Soon, a hush will fall as sweet jasmine floats
When hungry lips taste the first kiss of spring
~*~
4/4/13
Note: For Russell's "Spring Showers" Contest
Rain Dancer
Days and nights of hibernation
within the clapboard walls,
winter winds have eased
and only the sound of rain peals
upon the storm glass panes.
The desire to go out, to run, to scream
is strong, yet, on the rain taps a tarantella.
The parting soil unbound from icy grasp
permits the spear of crocus and of daffodil
and though the rain drones
an accompaniment with the clock
sleep does not come.
Knots of lassitude untwine
as child-like upon the open porch I stand
reaching upturned palm into the falling rain
watching as it strokes the waking ground.
Cleansed are we all by sky and rain and wind
rain on, bless the ground, let Spring begin.
April Showers (Anacreontic Verse)
Putting the blame
on global warming
winter felt the pinch
rain was scarce
and spring arrived
lamenting its luck
unable to twirl
in habitual gown
of green satin
shyly tiptoeing
keeping a low
profile, feeling blue;
the wind intervened
encouraged her
with soothing words
to wait patiently;
providentially
dark clouds came
unexpectedly
and April showers
quenched thirsting soil;
spring breathed
in relief, able
to look ahead
unashamedly
in the knowledge
that May would
come, parading
delightful flowers
in abundance!
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Contest: Anacreontic Verse 3
Sponsor: Edward Ebbs
Placed 3rd
Showers April brought to us -
showers more than sun,
and I just kept wondering
when they would be done!
May arrived and in the sky,
clouds were dark with rain.
Then it even snowed a bit.
Nature seemed insane!
My poor roses on the bush,
still they haven’t bloomed.
Yet today the sun came out,
so they are not doomed.
Just a few more sunny days -
I might see flowers.
Mother Nature, please, for now,
delay May showers.
Written 5/5/17 in 7/5 Trochee form (quatrain type not shown at Soup)
For the May Showers Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
To the sound of pelting rain, she woke in early morning
Upon the tattered tin roof, it rhythmically pitter pattered
No sunlight peeked through clouds on daylight's dawning
She thought of him and of the dreams that were shattered,
of the nights she'd spend without end, remorse spawning
Windblown rain pummeled windows, on sills it splashed
Obscured was her view, vision blurred behind each pane
Howled as does a wolf, thunder growled, lightning flashed
In rivulets like rain, was weeping she struggled to restrain
Like drops of blood from a wound, her teardrops splashed
That night, in shadowed lamplight she espied on the corner,
a familiar silhouette of one whose countenance was a given
Dark eyes of a raven who had waived his right to scorn her
No vocal cawing was riven as torrents of rain were driven
He was beyond the reach of this sad beseeching mourner
Outside she ventured, into the sting of nettled showers
for just one glimpse of him, she would offer as her reason
On the street, scattered at her feet, her espousal flowers
Fallacy, was an act Charlotte Bronte' would label 'treason'
Uncloaked, soaked, she stood with her memories for hours
From grief she could not hide nor abide her mirrored face
His eyes, for once unveiled, yet not one word did he speak
A webbing of fine silk threads spun, woven in warm embrace
He had raised no hand in farewell. A tear grazed her cheek
Without solace she would linger in portals of empty space
She trembled, shivering, eyes teary, there was no mistaking
her sips from tainted cup had the caustic taste of bitter gall
The impeccant knight chose the right to claim his forsaking
Nimbus skies lay overcast without surcease of a graying pall
Fraught with aching, she sighed one word, "heartbreaking."
Anacreontic Verse
Winter has now passed,
tears drip from the sky
grey clouds hide the blue
it’s raining! I cry.
April showers
bring us welcomed rain,
our garden’s thirst
is quenched again.
Vibrant crocuses
of yellow and blue
peer through the soil.
Daffodils dance
in the warm spring breeze,
their golden pollen
may make you sneeze!
Terrific tulips
delight us
bursting with
jewelled colours of
purple, pink and red.
Cherry blossom falls
on a zephyr breeze,
resembling
pretty pink
wedding confetti
falling from the trees.
Checked using How Many Syllables
Contest -Anacreontic Verse 3 sponsored by Edward Ebbs
04~04~16
After a soft spring shower last night, the air was washed clean
And saturated mother earth brings to life nature's bounty
Wisteria, Jasmine, and Azeala's scent wafts perfuming the cleansed air
Last night's accompanying thunder and lightning
Brought nitrogen that restores green to grass, plants, and trees
Now renewed shades of green dot the rolling hills, dashes of soft color those spring greens
A gentle zephyr stirs the leaves refreshed from the moisture and rich nitrogen air
Now hidden within the once barren limbs a tiny bird's nest nestled with care
Soon baby birds will emerge to feast on seeds nourished from this spring shower
A gentle spring shower is a blessing for man, earth and beast
Refreshing, restoring, and nourishing so all will be able to eat
Spring showers put in store water to carry the earth through summer's heat
Out on the porch to enjoy air washed of pollen, cleansed, and refreshed
And hear the birds sing at their very best
Last night's soft spring shower assures their life will be blessed__
Sponsor: Russell Sivey
Contest: Spring Showers
Written this twelfth day of April 2013
I have been waiting for you through ages
In your lingering aroma, dear rain
For resplendent stories on green pages
With a purple burst of May in my vein
On soil of departure we come and play
We the new green holding red blue and white
In dew-like cool and warm showers of May
The earth in foliage all lush and bright
I laid in mild sun with my ear on soil
Filled my lungs with April mingling in May
Saw and heard the sounds of crimson uncoil
Thousands of poems in the amber ray
Of little pink that from May rain you share
In tree and shrubbery how dreamy you’re
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May 3, 2017
May Showers – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
My umbrella helps keep me totally dry
As torrential May showers fall from up high
Yet soon I see a rainbow and azure blue sky
Showers provide moisture to water our plants
How the seedlings grow, in the warm winds they dance
Our gardens are bursting with colours so bright
With pretty pansies smiling, oh what a delight
Earth needs precious rain and I love the petrichor
Rising from the soil it’s a scent I adore
So I really appreciate May showers (but hope they don’t last for many hours!)
May Showers Contest
Sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron
05~07~17
April’s Showers
Parched earth begs for spring rain
To shed the winter’s dust,
Playful raindrop shadows
Sizzle on thirsty ground
To bathe lifeless furrows.
Parched earth begs for spring rain
Blessings from April’s tears,
Pledge of fertility,
A floral tapestry,
Spring’s sign - virility.
Parched earth begs for spring rain,
Downpour streams or soft mists,
Inhales the storm’s perfume,
Blooms drip serenity
When clouds like blossoms bloom.
Parched earth begs for spring rain
As April chants rain songs
While sun and storm converge,
Earth’s brittle shell refreshed,
To make rainbows emerge.
4-21-22
Contest: All April in Monchielle
Sponsor Andrea Dietrich
The smatter and patter of May showers,
Falls on the remnants of April flowers;
Rivulets of design the soft rain weaves,
Running freely among March's fallen leaves.
Autumn is my favourite time of year,
It is neither summer nor winter here;
I know not which season's outfit to wear,
And my wool jumper is thrown over there.
Soon cold winter will arrive so bitter,
But in May we still see the sun glitter;
Green grass grows gathering under our feet,
And the scented air is balmy and sweet.
Oh May-time showers are gentle and fine,
Barely blocking beautiful May sunshine.
MAY SHOWERS
uterus of earth
sodden seeds in liquid dream
~ pretty pink petals ~
9th Place
5/7/2017
Winter blues are passing, making a place
for the healing Spring showers
the softness of their touch
soothes away the deep grooves of weariness.
The pleasures that spring showers bring
mending not just our needs also the needs of nature.
The tender green shoots of the spring flowers
nosing their way out of the soil, to feel enriched
by the sprinkling softness of a shower.
Animals also enjoy the warm shower,
using their tails as back brushes.
Watching all of these things bring
peace and happiness to me.
To walk in the rain along a sandy beach laughing
at the antics of the birds,
spreading their plumage like a ladies fan.
Best of all Spring showers means hope -
washing away the winter gloom
So I lift my face to the rain,
to look to a renewed hope, to Spring.
Penned on March 26 2013
Spring Showers 2 Spring Showers 4/30/2013 12:00:00 AM Yes 4/16/2013 12:00:00 AM
Contest of Russell Sivey
Of first embrace and broken glass
I cherish that first spark
New light upon our forest' dark.
Do you recall that northern wind?
It came at first so swift
Perhaps our growing light enraged
Poor Hopelessness', her whims denied
Inspired shadows from retreat
Those having once left us in our light.
"There's hope for you!” her battle cries
“Forwards; towards the glowing night
Attack! The lion will not bite
I promise he will turn blind eyes
Go back! I will cover your eyes!”
“Follow storms winds descent
True path through forests dense
Enter hence.
Rip, tear, rent!
From low to high
Head to toes
Even to above
Where dark forest glows
Churn even these shades
Whites and grays
Yellows arrayed,
Where once were dulled
"My children do not stop there!"
She would say,
"You must inscribe them full
Lest unseen hopes, occupy as slivers
As pretending tones, they have been known to hide
Shimmers upon the edge of shades
We must leave them emptied, lost whims, denied
Their ways left as waste to ruins
Despairs do not relent with dooms
Leaving chance to sparks in time
Per chancing kindles from hearts that loom.”
“Descend, my raging opaque!
The dense itself engrave
Teach young love old lessons
That she may now know at such young age
The heart of this forest lessened.”
“Now go' my shadowed tails delight
Slice sharp paths without care
Cause those within their ears too bear
The roaring of fresh leaves…
Torn from their rightful place
Before the given time”
“Dying screams let them endure
Let them feel your shadows
….Purge!”
The cold so swift
We were so sure This was spring
........residues
Your body’s naked form, lovely
Dropping, encircling our flame
Dying breath
Woman’s instinct
Nurturing
Disregarding winds intent
Then came the rains' extinguishing
Saving coals
Your hands were warm
My feet were cold
I shiver at this memory.
…Rains cold intensity
The downpour overcoming
Me
I'm sorry I could not see
My circle enclosed circles now
Circling
I knew the dark complete
As our smoke heavenward arose
To late this pittance; ash offerings
Ashes on the ground
Then came the rivers rage
Cutting its path through the heart
Forever too leave
Forever leaving its mark
Upon our forest dark
Meandering on; its choosing path
And I with it beside; belonged
For a chosen time
My love again I say
For a chosen time
Do you understand?
I chose the time of days
My shame
They bring new life,
Revive the old,
Spring showers,
Wash away the snow.
These showers make me happy,
When I am sad,
They water the plants,
Both good and bad.
My favorite thing about them,
Is they hide all my tears,
They wash away the pain,
Of all my years.
I don't like these showers,
When I want to go outside,
Because when it rains,
I have no place to hide.
Spring Showers
4-12-13