Petrichor Poems - Poems about Petrichor

The summer rains came today washing winter woes away seems so long since they were here welcome back old friend to near and dear memories awakened from the sky with the petrichor of years gone by precipitating dreams of lazy days illuminating sunbeams in a haze which full-circle brought me back to you and the fun things we used to do on weekends walking in...

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Lovely weather for Dunners' ducks (tongue in cheek peek at Dunedin's historic deluge) "Stares upstairs.. Angels’ weeing above.. Be a good chap.. Show some love bruv.. Turn off the tap.. ***** No refuge from the subterfuge of the deluge.. Parched sandbag phalanxes.. Ranks marching in flanks.. Arching across busted banks.. Quaffing..scoffing..downpour spanks.. ********** Disbelief at the leisurely river Leith.. Despairing at it baring...glaring..teeth Hurling....haring to unsheaf grief.. Mischief rashly unfurling… Brashly whirling...

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the s e a remembers the taste of cinnamon sunsets~ the essence of emerald embers and resonances of petrichor when the tides tremble in turquoise delight, amidst the marine snakes slithering through oceanic echoes, mirroring Medusa melodies in envious tones. and as the morning stars nestle in the wildflower warmth of the honeyed sun, wine-red ink flows within midnight vines in vain, aching to be heard, while the jealous jasmines jinx the sanguine spirit of January garnets I...

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I was born into the weeping skies of July in this part of the world where the monsoon speaks in a language only the soul understands. Rain, like liquid glass, trickles down the banyan and banana leaves, the air hums with the rhythm of life reborn, and as a lullaby induces me to sleep. The sowing takes place in paddy...

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The rustling sound of the leaves The falling drizzle touching my face The clouds talking in rumbles Wonder why they are in such a haste The pitter patter of the rain Embracing me in its haze The misty fog enclosing me Maybe I am in a maze Overwhelmed I fell on the ground Eyes stinging, my...

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In the hot, dry summer, there is little doubt that there often can be severe periods of drought. All across the dusty terrain the earth seems to cry out for rain. People exclaim with disbelief about the high heat and pray for relief. When the rain does come and falls upon the ground, one can hear, feel, taste and see it all...

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PETRICHOR* With a gentle gliding, The wings of her purple poncho flapping, My delicate little lady rides Her once-in-a-while fine mood. My purple poncho flaps, too, Like a huge and unrestrained Butterfly-of-a-covering, And she is delighted Because we MATCH. We always walk together Everywhere we go (Which is all the places, Magical or Mundane, That we must visit In order to match steps With the witless illness That bothers her Every day.) And she...

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music reminds my soul of peony and rose efflorescence petrichor scents. Roaming among fountains of her blossoms, lost in bucolic elegance. Whispering sweet sighs like verses for music ash smoke brought drops of doom. Was it a mere mirage or a brief dance with dalliance, but this ephemeral epiphany, just like nature's seasonal moods, left lyrics on my lips, until storms blew ash smoke ...

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Lay on gold with me daydreaming in piles of leaves; Petrichor wishes....

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You are sunshine and a storm all at once We are moved by your expertise, the loving Art isn't in museums alone when you roam free A masterpiece itself finessed on inspiring Took days to hear your gentle sing Any chance you'd lift my chin like you knew my worries I miss you still. I couldn't break free from these kilometers...

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The birdie whistled A wet and wild song; Damp feathers bristled. Wild song, rain-scented; Trills of petrichor, With flapping, vented. Petrichor afresh. A hot steam, released. Buds unfurl-refresh. Released melody; Shines sweet bluebird’s wings In storm’s brevity. Bluebird’s wings fluff bright, As the sun billows, At the beak’s delight. Billows, of warm tweet And zephyr, compete. ...

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The rain falls silently Only sounding when it hits The ground and the surroundings Collecting puddles where it sits Purity of water as it Falls now from the sky Followed by the petrichor As the pathways start to dry When and hour or two have passed It shows in verdant grasses returning now to lush and green As the rainstorm gently passes....

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"Recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown... " ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge Sweet memories pop up, and linger as petrichor, oftentimes prompting me to slide down the evergreen joys of past where, with the rhythm of dainty blooms, my song chimes; Like the bright yellow sunflowers in fields vast, childhood scenes wave their...

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The ineffable love of nature, Gives a feel of ebullience. The petrichor that comes from the soothing rain, Relieves all the pain! A glimpse at the beautiful rainbow, The rainbow which is always evanescent Makes us euphoric. The itsy-bitsy homes in the cities, Gives us a limerence of phosphene....

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Petrichor (n.) The pleasant earthy smell after rain. You touch me under the cloudburst, And paint me with your fragrance, As we walk through the wet meadow, The pleasant scent of petrichor carries us like buoyant hummingbird chirping, The earthiness in the smell penetrates the elegance better than a moonset, better than the rose fragrance. I find myself staring at your mesmeric gaze, Wanting...

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