Metaphor Rain Poems

     

             bliss drips, rain fell  down
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The Naked brazen placid blue
Meets its foe the dark forbidding nemeses
Who unleashes his growing anger and fury
Obliterating and defeating his enemy
Proclaims a victory and unrolls...

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 I am a metaphor for tears,
born from murky clouds,
pouring gracefully or rampantly,
in a choreography of liquid grace,
dancing to the sound of pitter patter,
upon rooftops...

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Sitting by the window drinking my coffee
Watching the rain falling from dull leaden skies.
It’s as if a gray drape is drawn about me
And I no...

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Must morning return so soon?
her hand-me-down haste,
& moth-eaten bloom,
grieves for the rain,
of last night's pour,
but, I still taste,
the petrichor,
dancing,
on my tongue.
...

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the soul of the clouds soar
everlasting filled with the dews from the aire
as well as the grounds recirculating, reciprocal
hazing drips drops of moisten first heavens...

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On my window pane
were four drops of rain
resembling a quatrain
On love, on loss and gain

Mirrors were they to my brain,
the four pensive drops of rain,
A...

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Winter's cast its magic spell.
Rain is streaming down the hills,
tracing sorrows to dispel.

Wind is whistling in indifference:
sparkling, surging, going in circles,
redeeming the world from all...

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a sapphire quarry
rainstorms of an Autumn dawn
stulm's wet lavenders

*stulm: mine entrance...

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I wasn't going to say anything
in that leafy Lincoln street
when you caught me pondering my life
and the many ways to die
but there was something about...

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Regret beats down like rain
Longing is like a still aquifer
No matter how I cup my hands
Regrets slip through my fingers
Filters underground to longing

All my failures...

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The rain fall
Against the window pane
                 Wash the glass...

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Mistic silent drops of rain
Rubbed against the arm of a tree limb
A tear fell from a tree. landed in the corner of my eye
This is...

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I'm here looking at the sky,
                cultivating the sun on...

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my coat of yesterday hangs by the hook
holding onto every teardrop
dripping
down
the
sleeves,
mascara stained from my eyes.
blurry puddles decorate my vision,
rain dancing on the ground.
the sun settles...

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