Rain P Poems | Examples
These Rain P poems are examples of P poems about Rain. These are the best examples of P Rain poems written by international poets.
Frass the math..A help to agri.? A culture to far.' I
Ain't having any.. ( B S ) would be better than this '
Real hell for leather.' How can you plan to help
Organical food.? With insect dung..This is so rude.!
To offer false help, while subtracting physicallity.?
The good wholesome animals, this is real insanity
From white priveliged people it seems to me? klaus scoros
clinton
bush, charles windsor biden; welby. are they out of their trees.?
Do they push the world, out on a limb? As axe
To tree roots they madly swing, it seems all airy fairy
And cowless dairys.? Sacrifice and wanton felony?
Penury to live ' hard yoke tough yakka.' They'll get
Us all crook, while speiling some patter, acid rain
Are the tears they shed, they would run a world
With most people dead.? A fast hard slap is what
Is needed..' to get such a hysterical; ethos un-seated.'
Imagine
Earth a windscreen
Drops of rain people
Wiper-
Death!
Miss Poetry
E. P. J.
E. P. J. – a cousin – forth removed, of mine,
who lived in long-ago days – a different time –
who created a world for herself, beginning with rhyme
that took her from the obscure and into places sublime.
E. P. J., was a woman – before her time – with many a hue.
E. P. J., was once, a woman many, many thousands knew.
E. P. J., today, is known by very, very few.
E. P. Js., spirit – in March of 1913 – took wing and flew
to a world / plane beyond the lonely hours, the excruciating pain.
To a world beyond – to the Happy Hunting Ground – to gain
greater insight and freedom from a life filled with the strain
of adventures lost, enlightenment for many, a heart filled with rain
as she cries – within – for all the losses, only memories remain
to tell us of a woman who was far ahead of her time.
Now told to us in prose, in biographies, in rhyme.
B. J. “A ” 2
February 13th 2006
And so we slip into summer’s season
With questions that does not fit the reason
And as we talk in deepening dusk
An elephant dies with a broken tusk
A great shadow by cloud eclipsed
A man who with a brilliant twist
Could weave the words that changed my heart
Of living together not dying apart
Rumours of rain in a dry white season
You answered my questions that gave me reason
To turn my back on my own brotherhood
To turn towards a future that’s good
Andre P Brink you will live on
As my children’s faces have smiles upon
The freedom you saw and wrote about
So Andre, in honour your name I shout!
You unsung hero of liberation’s fight
As you walk away into that dark night.
Skinny dipping night
Rain moves from light to heavy
Pounding of passion
Lips drink in kisses
Love makers’ dance brings showers
Wetness all around
For PD’s Contest
Kissing in the Rain
Image #6
"As I watch the blue skies
Suddenly turned into gray
Darkness easily surrounds
Their clouds, covered in haze.
The rain will fall again, I say
A nature's moment I dismay
Raindrops will soon touch the ground
The sad feeling, again I'll be hound.
Splattering rain, the sound that haunts
Sweet and sad memories of the man
Taunting me to remember once again
The love once lost, never be back again
Every drop of rain that falls, I pain
Each drop it falls, my heart is in vain
"Try to listen" to the rain, he once said
'Tis like a last goodbye, could not hear I said.
The sound of the crying heart, I still hear
The sound of a weeping soul, I can hear
The silent tears that they weep,
The silent scream that echos so deep.
Listen to every drop of rain
To it's agony, vain, pain,
Listen to the rain as it falls, maybe
There is your love, every drop after all...xoxo
Why can't it be US?
Why does it have to be US?
We only wanted one's happiness
We just wanted love & belongingness.
Time & place, put us in regress
Worlds apart is our test,
Of life and love, so willing to offer
Because we are different, it is US who suffer.
I want to confess all the love I can give
Myself, my all, more than you can receive
You want to confess a life you can't share
Your life and self, you think is in despair.
Now, we are both in vain and agony
We are doomed in this love & fantasy
How to part ways without US being hurt & lost
The price of love & happiness we pay with so much cost.
Is it time to let go and bid farewell?
Wishing at the end, that we'll both be well
Is it time for us to say our hurtful goodbyes?
Last kiss, last hug, end it only with but a sigh.
I don't want to listen to the drops of rain
Each drop is our weeping, that will cause me pain,
I don't want to let go, I will stay even for a while
Because it's just too hard to say the last goodbye....
On the horizon
the start of a brand new day,
rest in peace Robin
your smile born out of a tear,
like sunshine after the rain.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
i sit at your grave
on my hands and knees
crying out to God
begging and asking please
save this young girl
from herself
as she runs from the pain
she once felt
she cuts to kill
she learned to not cry
it eases the pain
to not know inside
life was too hard for her
so she thinks
so im on the ground
begging to God please
dont take her away yet
dont let her die
shes only fourteen
she has her whole life.
i stand in the rain
flowers in one hand
dressed in all black
why couldnt she understand
life isnt about death
its about your time
you cant make it happen
just like i cant make this ryme
it just does
death isnt as exiting
as being alive
R.I.P kristin mceenly
hopefully you now have a better life.