Rhyme Rain Poems

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In the hushed silence of the night,
Do you hear it?
The soft pitter-patter, a gentle lullaby,
Each droplet a note in nature’s symphony,
A cascading melody, winding down...

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The communists are coming
The democrats are crying
And the republicans are lying
This is May Day
Please don’t run away
The birds are coming
The deer are running
And the squirrels...

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I tell you this rain
Will even grow dead grain
And every filth and disdain 
It is bound to drown or drain

It pounds, it pours
Oh Lord, the...

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Birthday Poem to Myself
by Michael R. Burch

LORD, be no longer this Distant Presence,
Star-Afar, Righteous-Anonymous,
but come! Come live among us;
come dwell again,
happy child among men—
men rejoicing...

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These are poems about sinking, poems about drowning, poems about loss, and poems about new discoveries we sometimes make while feeling lost...



Sinking
by Michael R. Burch

for...

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Once upon a midnight dreary

Neath a cloud my body weary

To make things worse, down came the rain

Then hail and rain danced on my brain

I took...

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Here come April showers.
Here come the last snow flurries.
The trees are jolly and rejuvenating,
Since the weather is now cool, spring
Is here. Yes, the lilies are...

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Rain drops on the roof,
A softly sibilant sound,
Gliding through the gutters,
As they gently go to ground.
...

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Quote By Poet "The faces of pretty flowers will brighten anyone's day."

Here in a lovely garden we sit,
growing very close-knit.
Our faces of pretty color,
are bigger...

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Wash away the fears and anxieties as the rain washes away the dust and dirt. All can become new again, just like that. - Anonymous

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As...

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I'm trying to count on these fingers the umbrellas
I've lost on windy days: wasn't it hard chasing them?
And swallowing raindrops, I challenged the mayhem!
Wasn't it...

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Every lively landscape and tree were stripped
by fierce winter of their verdant, elegant dress:
and while they are naked and grieving amid
rainfall and fog: they still...

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Do poets always walk in the rain?
This poet once did
When she was but a kid.
The bathwater of summer drops
Cascading from suburban chimney tops,
Puddles on pavement
Begging...

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As the melting clouds descend down to drench you,
why rave rupture wets you, you’ve no clue.
Sheen flows on onyx tress train, 
grains of glow remain
soaked...

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Under a large umbrella 
One big enough for two 
Hold my arm and get real close
I've something to ask of you
I'll get my nerve up...

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