Lonely Raindrops Poems | Examples
These Lonely Raindrops poems are examples of Raindrops poems about Lonely. These are the best examples of Raindrops Lonely poems written by international poets.
Raindrops
Streak across an unseen horizon
Lonely creatures
Mostly unrecognized
Tickling the faces of eager children
Splashing in puddles
Clinging to a distant identity
Tapping on closed windows
Shaken from the coat of wet dogs
Destined to fade
Into the flow of a bubbling brook
Be overwhelmed
By the current of a rising river
Splatter, bug like, against a windshield
Nestle among the rose petals
Awaken a parched countryside
To a peek-a-boo rainbow sunrise
…poems are like raindrops
Lonely Raindrop, only one chance to stir the waters
that collect and pool on the ground.
Diving in, he rebounds and dissipates,
conforming to all other drops that fell down.
If you've seen one raindrop, you've seen them all…
not a unique bunch of fellows, they.
A weary life reflected by the back drop
of black clouds and skies of gray.
When the air turns cold and life gets tough,
their white scars begin to show through…
That's when they can set themselves apart,
each one a unique,frozen flake of dew.
An insignificant mass, this collection of mist
especially when dancing alone…
…but when Raindrop dances with all his friends,
together they move mountains of stone.
Must summer leave so soon, I bemoan.
So briefly she seemed to last this year.
Golden days gone, merely moments flown.
With no warning, Autumn nudges near.
Yes, I'll miss her bountiful blossoms
perfume pretending as balmy breeze.
Baby blue skies, sunsets' fevered flames,
gentle whispers among dappled leaves.
I know Autumn has her own blessings:
leaves of amber, gold, and ruby red.
Yet, they soon spill, leaving lonely limbs,
and we'll know winter is just ahead.
I've never longed for Winter's weather,
Just jasmine skies and a sunshine day,
raindrop music on wistful willows.
Ah, lovely Summer, why can't you stay?
August 28, 2022
quatrain abcb
I see the raindrops
As if they were tears falling
For the sorrow of the world.
The blackness of evil tries
To cause dispair
For all of the inhabitants,
Their smiles fade
And their laughter is
Nonexistent
In this future time.
Though a small shimmer
Of hope may shine
Through the clouds
Of emotion,
Hope isn't in the hearts
Of the humans anymore.
This lonely earth will
Be destroyed
Unless...
They bring forth the love
That once was.
I searched everywhere for days blinded by commotion,
and trailing the scent of your body...
I assumed wildrose was the perfume you wore,
and 'though I saw many roses on my path,
none of them smelled like that...
and these Thrursday's raindrops are becoming me!
This confession I have to make before leaving:
I liked you as friend...nothing else;
I trusted your words as you trusted mine: a secret of two friends,
but another urge stronger than desire is making me falling apart...
should I fall in love or still get hurt?
How did a simple emotion turn into a strong feeling?
Your unspoken thoughts must be like mine:
never decided to say what going on inside...
and if doubt kept you from shoutjng it, don't wait any longer!
I wouldn't be lonely and watch Thursday's raindrops fall and think
that I don't deserve you because of my cheating that led to a mistake.
How slowly Thursday raindrops fall! Don't they make these hours seem longer?
We should be hugging, sharing fast and dreamy heartbeats!
We should be kissing under that lilac moon shining up there!
Delude me, sweet fantasy: make her appear into my warm and scented sheets!
A man once sang "Singing in the Rain".
He smiled and he danced,
without heartache or pain.
A song that we should all hear.
A song without the everday fear.
A song we should sing everyday,
for all of the souls who lost their way.
A simple sound like raindrops falling.
Can cause a reaction,sometimes appalling.
Sometimes it puts a smile on a face.
But sometimes it leads to a much darker place.
Raindrops falling on a summer afternoon,
may bring back youth and playing in june.
But sometimes the rain is long and cold.
Haunting the ones who are lonely and old.
So wherever you go in life,
as you search for your calling.
Never forget what may happen,
when raindrops start falling.
Dustin Self (raindrops falling contest)