Rain Blank Verse Poems

Rainbow nation

It rained and rained, fine rain but persistent 
mountains dissolved, and rocks turned into sand 
When the rain stopped, a smooth landscape 
of peace and camel dung
Before...

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Healed heart can still bleed
A little bit of peace is all it needs
The storm of pain which crossed the heart,
The torture which hit it hard,
The...

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Truly those days were fun,
Little children playing each,
With a fine decorated toy gun,
Life was serious yet catchy;
And we were easily convinced
‘ Sit back, I will...

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A day of sunlight


Cascais has had a few good days with sunlight and no rain
already, the meteorologists are worried, interviewed on TV
They display concerned faces,...

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The powerhouse of rain, insane but nice.
A liquid ray compared to so-so lot.

The sun still hides but does have fun to soak
the neighborhood whose streets...

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A tree in love

By the old road, before it meets a widened way
 in a nearby stands two trees close together
 we can see they...

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A love letter not published.

I'm old now, was old ten years ago, but less in years than at present, and not too old for warm
a...

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what a day! 
Neither clouds nor lighting
But the sky is thundering
Hailing hard but not in usual forms
Threatened poor to keep silence. 

A cute doll was...

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The Walker

Sometimes, there is a sense that the road doesn't 
roll out further, there is no vista of a highland or a slow-running river of...

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Brooding River

This winter saw a lot of rain in the river near the houses, still running clear and lucid, giving its soul
to the ocean
On the...

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Twins

40 years ago I let go of the twin that lived inside of me
My twin was a nice person and feared upsetting anyone
hence he had...

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day ends in a shanty town

When crossing the bridge to the shanty town
The day was almost over, blank and tired
and due to pollution, the light...

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Dark hour of morning green and jealous sun.
Flag’s red, white, and blue leans over the porch.

Oak branches, bored, and skeleton but wood.
The leaves too still,...

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fidelity

The soil in the field where the vines are planted is rusty red
the mould in my hand is moist, and I feel the living pulsing...

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When you dive I sparkle my dreams,
When you swim in me I touch the essence of your skin,
When you let your feet touch me I...

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