Drenching Poems - Poems about Drenching

After drenching biblical rainfall... verdant green acres covered the planet of the apes like a petticoat junction donning barrel of skinny dipping monkeys. Once drought stricken vast landscape far as the eye could see suddenly flush with promise of budding new shoots and ladders for vine companions harkened prelapsarian Edenic prominence, when mother nature resplendent videre licet morning glory of primeval Earth pregnant with multitudinous color pallette regaled...

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When the chill wind slaps And the crunchy snowland claps, I stealthily step into a winter land, It's a wonder land The frozen river gleefully welcomes me Contorting their branches, the pine trees glee Gliding through the river glassy I reach the whiteland classy Amid the foamy land All alone I stand, Counting the stars bound, I wander around Suddenly A light flashes O!!! O!!! O!!! It's...

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all pouring rain falls falls down on me dispensing your solid dew drops ~ falling on me cold with tears from Angels crying falling on me soaked ~ and wet my body stain my body drenched and in dew wetness spent 5/1/22 Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©...

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Lands around water sodden Unsafe to be trodden Landscape turned to green from brown Watter logged and cold drawn Roads brown and grey Littered with water puddles Under big trees animals huddles We all looked forward to this rain Its now a sort of a pain..... Blue skies now overcast and grey No sign of a single sun ray I let this rain kiss me Let all...

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A forehead wrinkles at the pounding of water from the sky It kind of wishes that it could d r o ...

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To find peace, you break the coconut, a ritual to dent the dark night. Amnesia disconnects your pronouns. You do not remember your name. A monkey or a fowl. The existence was the same for your unknown inheritance. Want to collect the golden motif; from the old brick house, sans a real god, old brick house. A straight line hangs from a roof, igniting the...

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Whispers that were spoken were done to cause pain Tears that were shed slowly became a stormy rain Fear and anguish hovered and became a filmy dew The deluge discussion lingered and was in the wind that blew Heartache was there ending point to show an inner power They will never ever recover from that volley shower A torrential flurry...

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My name has been forgotten since last September, it's falling, decorating doorways and digging splinters into the soles of my feet.... His skin crawls, I want to know where he thinks he's going, I wonder if he thinks he's taking me... I wonder if he thinks I'll follow. There's no icing on the cake and the bed's not made yet,...

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