Rain Repetition Poems

When will it, stop raining?
Stop the plip and the plop.
When will it, stop raining?
My gardens a bog.
When will it, stop raining?
I’m living in fog.
If it...

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I watch the rain drip,
I watch the rain plop,
I watch the rain pour,
I watch the rain stop,

I watch the flowers grow,
I watch the flowers sigh,
I...

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I want to hold your hand when we walk
I want to need to stop just so we can talk
I want to lose all my sleep...

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Quote -- "life is a perpetual yesterday for us"--Alice Sebold

On nature's trail, a winter's sunlit stroll,
Leafless sentinels, tall trees stand with grace,
Aging growth an emblem...

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lover of moon
lover of stars
lover of mirrorballs 
lover of early autumn mushrooms
lover of bitter first frost
lover of sequins
lover of full moons
lover of folk
and true to...

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He reassured with a kiss
                    ...

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Wash us  our stain 
Heal us oh God 
And send down thy rain 
We pray 
... Amen ! 

For ground swallows our flesh 
The...

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She is// 
Elemental daughter of Mother Earth
Barefoot dancing on pavement slick with rain
Drunken toasts to sweet solitude
Pin drops in the distance, no silence to accompany...

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They say I am insane for repeating the same motions -
So why is not the moon; who always pulls the tides of oceans?

The seasons fall...

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We dream of rain... 
And the mystery of the gun
We bold hold and driven apart 
Kill the king when lovers depart
We dream of rain and...

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We dream of rain
In the setting sun 
in the season of one.
A wildest west and a withered crest, 
the coat of arms. 
A falcon and...

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Blowing breeze they are
Flowing fragrance they are
Glowing glee they are

Lively lightning they are
Tender thunder they are
Range of rain they are

Shining Sun they are
Moving Moon they...

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The memory of the lost ring,
Arise the heaven blue to sing,
"Focusing the right cling'
Can straight your ring wing.

On the movement of dark ark,
Allow mammoth of...

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Are lost
Objects are found
They lie in dirty boxes
In everyone's town.
Each one is unique...
Not one is the same...
They all have there own colour.
Some rusty
Some filthy
Most are...

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Marimbas and xylophones
gently resonate 
in
droning rain
(a bright ether
streams into the coldness
and distant
         emptiness
    ...

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