Rain Onomatopoeia Poems

summer peaks are coming
cicadas are singing za, zi zi, zi...!

How many whispers of time,
flower, fire, rain, cold...
earthly dreams in cycles...!

New shoots on the earth,
renewal crying...

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Whoosh, the wind through olive trees,
tugs my dress with gentle ease.
It brushes neck like whispered breath,
soft and quiet, light as rest.

Flit-flit, white butterflies fly,
soft as...

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The wind, a howling beast, whips through the trees,
Woooosh, whoosh, whoosh, an angry symphony.
The rain, a drummer wild, pounds on the tin,
Pitter-patter, splash, bang, the...

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I never get lost 

I have never been lost. 

Yet

Here I am 

Lost, in a place unknown 

Crunch! Crack!

 Such sounds indicate

 I'm here,not alone

squawk...

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I was not awakened by the drip dripping of a faucet tap
as I lay abed, stifling a yawn trying to return to sleep.
It was the...

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The wind whispers, a soft 'hush-hush' through the trees,
A gentle 'whoosh' as leaves begin to fall.
The rain starts drumming, a steady 'pitter-patter,'
On the windowpane, a...

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  Thunder rumbled sky
Pitter-patter of raindrops
       A fire crackles...

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Off us two went, beneath the trees,
that crackled and snappled
in Autumn’s crisp breeze,
our wellies slish-sloshing through the pelting rain,
plip-plopping, plip-plopping
again and again.

The thunder it rumbled,
and...

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-Rain on its color craving
                   to be...

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The grey taps of the heavens are leaking,
    Thunder goes ka-boom,
Heavy rains drip drip with lightning streaking,
    Zipping through...

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Tinkling trickles everywhere - bathroom, rain and coffee pot
Roaring warmth from the heat source after clicked up one half notch 
Old soles of slippers whisper...

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To Please The Poet
by Michael R. Burch

To please the poet, words must dance—
staccato, brisk, a two-step:
so!
Or waltz in elegance to time
of music—mild,
adagio.

To please the poet,...

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His head droops
listless mid-day
Waves of heat
Collar damp
shirt clings
Seconds drag
Minutes, eternities
Knees rain perspiration
Rivulets of sweat 
in between the lines
His pen, heavy
ink drains
eyelids heavy
slumber stalks him...

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the droplets pitter-pattered
as my footprints melted into doesn't-matters
and all the buzzings and birds skitter-scattered
and, with Beauty on the nigh...all thought shattered...

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 Whistle, rumble, tap, tap, tap 
 The song of storms is like no other 

 The wind whistles a quiet tune, 
 Caresses your...

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