Long Shower down Poems
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Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
Open up my pane and seep in my pain
I weeped too long without you
Open up my pane and let in some rain
Shower down my face...so you won't see me blue
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
I need some clothes to support me
I need to embrace you to live my fantasy
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
Turn away
Don't look my way
Don't look at me
I'm not the sparkly sea
As you can clearly see...
I'm naked with shame
There's no one to blame...
but I...this humiliation remains the same
But I must flee sooner than they think
I need some time alone... To think... to ponder as I sink
Into my sea of thoughts and paradise...
I'm on a mission... To discover a previous prize
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
If you blink, you'll miss the love scene in Romeo and Juliet
That was made for us to see and experience for ourselves...
Don't leave me on the shelves...
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
Curiosity drives us to our feet...
You make my heart beat
In perfect rhythm... I appreciate your blessed benevolence (towards me)
But I'll try to stay proper and discreet...
I wish I could take a piece of your pure prudence (I want to watch you flee)
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
Hey x3
You clothe me up...
What's up with you today?
I'm naked and ashamed
Turn the other way...
'Cause today is not the only day
I feel so damn afraid...
But hey x3
You make me feel whole
How was your day?
Hopefully the sky wasn't a shade of gray
When the river runs dry
When the river runs dry, tears of sorrow fill this poets eyes
The words just won't flow, as the blank page clearly shows
All life dries up as ideas and thoughts they get torn in two
All around us can see it and sense it they feel the sorrow too
For what is life without freedom of thought and it's expression?
All poets like their words to be heard and read without exception
Our Maker well knows our needs, knows us better than ourselves
When the river runs dry, He gives us clean waters found in his well
When we go to him and drink deeply of his fresh waters of truth
Our soul and spirit are invigorated renewed like the days of our youth
Our prayers are answered as copious tears shower down from on high
We drink it all in till we're dripping wet, that's when we understand why
When we rely on ourselves our own thinking from our imperfect minds
That's when there's trouble, the page is blank and so the river runs dry.
John Derek Hamilton
April 17,2016
I remember your face in the mirror and all
I remember us running in the woods
I recall the moment I caught your freefall
Hmm...ahh...ooh...
I remember last December when we kissed
I remember the photos - moments like these I truly miss
Truly, you're the one I've always missed
I am speechless because I'm falling into the abstract abyss
Ahhh...ooh...hmm...
It's typical of you to say that you're sorry
I'm surrounded by storms and rainfall
Together, we'll provide each other shelter as it should be
I saw you in the reflection on the wall
Ahhh...ooh...hmm...
I remember I can't undo my regretful mistakes
I remember to forget the pressure of pleasure and pain
I don't know you anymore...
That I know for certain!
I remember last December when we kissed
I remember the photos - moments like these I truly miss
Truly, you're the one I've always missed
I am speechless because I'm falling into the abstract abyss
Ahhh...ooh...hmm...
It's typical of you to say that you're sorry
I'm surrounded by storms and rainfall
Together, we'll provide each other shelter as it should be
I saw you in the reflection on the wall
Ahhh...ooh...hmm...
I wanted you to be free
Darling, don't doubt yourself and be so mean
I need you to lean on me
Remember, I still love you no matter what and everything in between
I remember last December when we kissed
I remember the photos - moments like these I truly miss
Truly, you're the one I've always missed
I am speechless because I'm falling into the abstract abyss
Ahhh...ooh...hmm...
It's typical of you to say that you're sorry
I'm surrounded by storms and rainfall
Together, we'll provide each other shelter as it should be
I saw you in the reflection on the wall
Ahhh...ooh...hmm...
I remember the words you wrote on my notebook
It made me cry happy tears
Thank you a million times for getting me on the hook
You chased away my fears
Oooh....ahhh.....hmmm....
I'm hoping for sunshine to shower down on me
I've been lost inside myself for several years
I wanted you to be free from the shadows of vanity
Home
Cosmopolitan suburbs take shape
Form, not far from the metropolis
Streets bustle, enlist design, become cities
Drawn down the street, concrete solid
Buildings line up one by one
In the calm one structure at a time evolves
There on the outskirts of timid town
Rising from the dirt, from nothing
A flirt with creation on the street
Laid down on asphalt beds, no secrets
Familiar as a name not said, aligned
Not far from metropolitan streets
Enlisted are construction workers to create
Drawn down the road to concrete city
Blueprints sit pretty
There on the outskirts of town, worthy to build on
A home, a structure to call your own
Usual forms materialize with nature in layers
Seem to build themselves communities
Cropping up as large as life
Sometimes it is hard to find your way home
With so much going on
The road to success is always under construction
My house has a number above a wooden door
Such a detail can be useful to have to get inside
Steps lead the way on silent stones
When I go home, get in, my world slows down
Universe stops or shrinks in size, to be defined
There are many wooden skeletal chairs there
Fixated around a dining table when I arrive
Waiting for a holiday or family to come together
No prayers are said these days
It’s just a dining area, nothing else
A bed is hidden in another room
It keeps secrets but mostly it keeps sleep
Buried under pillows and quilts and sheets
Furniture remembers everything
The kitchen is the center of it all
It comes in reds and yellows with a sink and range
Fires from the stove ravage meats and vegetables
Such alterations make them manageable to eat
Ice cubes in the freezer trays stay there complacently
Waiting for someone’s drink, a friendly hand to warm them
Home has a shower down the hall
Cabinets full of towels and soap lie beneath the sink
Clean thoughts from wall to wall
TV turned up loud in the living room
To keep life serene and meek
An old phone in plastic black rings and rings out emptiness
Lies lazy on the antique table, stationary, waiting
Sits by the ancient sofa hugging floor
Listens for someone to answer the call
There is an echo running through the halls invisible
But no one picks up the receiver
No one is home
Only the ghost of a ringer
To God, I appeal. To God, I will yield.
Before Him, I shall be still.
My feeble heart shall be filled.
From heaven, He shall shower Down His grace, love, and power.
Regardless of what we have read,
God's best always lies just ahead.
To Him, I shall bring all my ills,
And in His presence, I shall be healed.
Before Him I shall always humbly kneel. His grace shall flow as I look upon His face. His presence I shall feel as I climb the highest hills.
Written 2009, posted 71319,PSCtestentry080420,
Favorite Poem in Rhyme from July 2019, Julia Ward
Observe the beauty of a blooming jacaranda.
With its purple flowers it will bring me joy.
I can smile remembering those spring days,
Good old days I’ll never forget,
Memories that both our hearts hold dear.
Love entered our lives in a flash.
We were standing under a jacaranda tree,
So abundant with purple flowers.
As we stood beneath the tree, our first meeting,
A gust of wind passed us by
And a shower of flowers fell on us.
An omen? Who knows?
She picked a large purple specimen
And adorned her face as she
Put the flower on her ear.
I was filled with pride.
How loving we always looked at each other.
Love filled our hearts to the brim
As we imbibed the fragrance
Bunches of bees attracted by the flowers.
She always liked to feel my cheeks,
Soft like the purple flower.
While I just loved to feel her dark hair.
Soon we learned to appreciate
The love we felt for each other.
You wondered why we gave
Our hearts to each other so willingly?
I always believed in chivalry,
Make your love feel fine.
Occasionally we stand
Under the jacaranda tree.
We still hold hands and kiss,
For still our love is strong
And I have no regrets.
Our hearts are still entwined.
As bunches of flowers in the breeze,
Shower down on us.
11 March 2021
Placed 1
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In the cool, white
fluorescent light
a scalpel rasps, whispering,
insisting on detail.
A chisel flicks,
deft and sure,
snicking, razing,
in the clean steam
of icebreath.
Formless, frosty
bulbous ice
has pattern
punched into it.
An awl starts clattering,
keen steel stabbing
shards of crystal free
to shower down
as glassy shrapnel.
Ruth Amid the Corn
takes form,
growing
as matter falls away.
Final flurries of fussing,
flowers wreathed around,
and the beauty is inched
into the fug
of the banquet,
sweating.
Ruth weeps unseen,
pristine for now,
but already warming.
Has there been any relief to the heat where you live? - Speaks Volumes
W'en it is raining here
It brings so much joy
First raindrops vanish
Into the parched earth
Young bird wonders
At the gentle shower
This is her first rain ever.
Stag party of the Sun
Is over now, a young
Flower girl has thrown
A gentle shower down
I hear dearest bride, Rain,
Laughing with her friends
Somewhere in the ocean
I wait, we all wait
For her to arrive
With her longest train
It is worth the wait
To watch the now shy,
Well - behaved groom smile.
W'en, rain is joy here, we all smile.
To You from Nighttime Skies
Soft and slow the evening breeze
Does filter out the day
Silently it sways the trees
In perfect night display
A clouded veil does wrap the sky
In grayish darkened hues
This curtain’s dreary night disguise
Does not disturb the views
As raindrops ride the atmosphere
To wet the ground below
Shadows form and disappear
Retreating as they go
Overcast a watchmen sent
His eyes to guard this eve
Still the dream shall come to pass
If only you believe
Dark of night and storms that brew
Will not deny this place
The grandness of its endless charm
Shall find your loving face
For in this vast expanse does grow
An everlasting love
To shower down on those who know
So softly from above
For if you look your eyes may meet
A joyful sweet surprise
You’ll see it is my love I send
To you from nighttime skies
Good Night Soupers
--------------------------------------------------------This is a poem dedicated to my anxiety (I'd blame it on school XD) and the depression I had for a while and it still hits me till this day--------------------------------------------------------
Give me a chance (give me a reason)
To start anew... I can see how time tries to
Haunt me... to traumatize me...
Ohhh, just give me a chance
To open up...to overcome this difficult life
I don't want to lose control...I don't want to expose
The shame that embraces me...the instant it strikes my soul
Ohh, give me a sign of relief!
Ohhh, shower down the waves of emotion, bringing me back to grief
It still hangs on to me...
It still seems to corrupt me...
I can't give in to the hopelessness
That brought me in a huge mess
Give me a reason (show me a way)
To disappear... do you hear the clock ticking--it tries to
Taunt me...to terrify me...
Ohhh, just give me a chance
To open up...to overcome
The waves of emotion