Monsoon Poems - Poems about Monsoon

The skies now dark with swollen grief, Rain lashes roofs beyond belief. The monsoon comes not soft, but roaring seas, It spares no home and trees, nor man, nor child. Before my eyes - truth too raw to bear, A mother staggered through the despair, Clutching her sack above the flood, Her last few grains, her sweat, her blood. The fields we tilled...

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(Sponsor : Kai Michael Newmann) MOON ON A SPOON If I could I would fetch you the moon on a spoon Oh ? Really ! you ballyhoo coon you make me swoon If I could I would fetch you the moon on a spoon Why not bring me a chocolate cocoon I will wriggle out festooned ! If I could I...

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Raindrops tapping softly on the rooftops, A symphony that echoes through the treetops. Chilling breeze brushing the cheeks, Swaying leaves in quiet creeks. Earthy aroma admixed with the mist, Envelopes the senses, tranquility coexists. Vibrant rainbow in the horizon, A spectrum soothing to envision. Nature in its magical avatar, Evoke a trance, near and far....

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monsoon brings in rain spins around with heavy shift india dry now...

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Petrichor Creates a magic on its own The whistling of the wind The swaying of the trees Those first drops of rain Marking the end of the hot summer spell The heart begins to sing again Spirits lifted high New hopes & dreams It’s Nature’s present A reprieve ...

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Oh what a joyous occasion Attended by family and friends In this tropical location Fraught with eighty mile an hour winds Pink champagne from Napa Valley Fresh flowers and king size bedding Love blooms in Hurricane Alley Just another monsoon wedding Around these parts it's nothing new With tidal waves high as a tree As the bride and groom said...

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1.) Not present at anything Everything is just the same Not many think about the portrait-less frame I’ve had nothing Feet buried in my ways The man I’m becoming oughta be a phase I can’t think straight I’m sorting through your face I’m fading away soon Memories gone to waste Afraid of the monsoon Paint me with your abuse...

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Skies weep at the farewell of the Fall On window panels teardrops crawl To the mother birds, chicks call Thunder and lightning brawl In storms, weak trees fall Wet lame lambs bawl Rainbows sprawl Wolves waul Squall ...

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milk tea water drops fill the ponds, lakes, and dams --- brim-filling with life ...

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Arising from the south-west, us to bless, Ye strike nigh like an invading army, In a month’s time to conquer all country, An invader benevolent, I guess. ...

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If someone handed you a box with everything in it that you had ever lost what is the first thing you would look for? Holiest of things that I could never recapture like the feel of dad's hand in mine on a warm summer day when all the world was time ... A most sacred memory wrapped in...

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it rained and it rained, when monsoon embraced the fall, eager was the Earth, waiting for their sacred union to befall. she befriends the tender drizzle and also rough gust, for she knows the void of love, and awaits in adust. it rained and it rained until lovers emerged from their concealment, and in the clasp of love they danced;...

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South West monsoon starts early Our village gets more rainfall ...

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It's in the evening time in June The south...

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Rain came down in torrents— The parched earth Rose to greet her… And let off some steam! You took a long time in coming— I was almost roasted alive Complained the parched earth Oh, the mountains fell in love with me They blocked my way— I had to take a circuitous route to reach you The winds blew me hither and thither I lost my way...

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