Rain Iambic Pentameter Poems

We cannot part without this sad goodbye 
And leaving, we are learning how to die
a little as we bid this sad farewell. 
I cannot bear...

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Torrential downpours batter the awning
Above my bedroom during early spring
Tip, tap the water collects and drains from
The downspout to the black, impervious road;
Far in the...

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Sweet Rose of Virtue
by William Dunbar (c. 1460-1530)
loose translation/modernization/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

after William Dunbar

Sweet rose of virtue and of gentleness,
delightful lily of youthful wantonness,
richest...

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The rain set me adrift inside a dream
My mind was on a painting miles upstream
An unforgotten "en plein" I once viewed
A light pastoral springtime interlude

Two...

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A Realization

Once upon a time, a baby was born
In a small town near the green mountains. 
He was living life off from thorn.
Blessed! But he’s...

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Blood and Envy - A Cautionary Christmas Poem
By Jude S. Walko 

Twas some time after All Hallows Eve.
The roof started to leak like a sieve.
But...

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We have to cross divisive barriers
When we wade through storms in togetherness;
Water rising like silent couriers
Brings our disposition from this madness.

Beyond much witless pride and...

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DOYLESTOWN SPRING RAIN
I watch the sky begin to fill
with clouds that roll and pitch until
all Heaven seems so black and bleak
then lightning makes a sudden...

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why criticize when you don't even know
the pain inside I feel, I do not show
you just assume and think that it's alright
to voice opinions though...

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ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS
Abbreviated by an early autumn night
the summer, once tormented by a torrid sun,
relented to September, as if dying might
give reason to all things...

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FOREST GIRL
I'd walk down through the forest in the rain
to see the girl in green and feel her pain
uncertain of her life so many ways
yet...

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ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS
Abbreviated by an early autumn night
the summer, once tormented by a torrid sun,
relented to September, as if dying might
give reason to all things...

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A quiet storm is raging in my head
The mangled thoughts, they churn out of control
     Confusion is what’s left of the...

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Encamped beside a clear blue water lake
We call it, Bullfrog Valley. Here, they thrive.
The labyrinth of streams the water takes
Brings insects, as the meadows come...

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AFRICA DREAM
In hunger's bloat and nagging pain,
the tropic heat and burning rain,
in sight of all the world that cries,
where hope is dead or soon it...

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