Rainy Seasons Poems | Examples
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For the Love of May Poetry Contest
Andrea Dietrich
"May is the month of promise and the sweet beginnings of summer." - Unknown
As the three sisters prepare for Summer
April, May, and June dance to the drummer
Each with a unique beat
Each brings a pretty treat
But it's May that is the overcomer
The middle sibling is proud of her spot
Not rainy, wet, and cold, and not too hot
She wears the prom, wedding, and fresher look
And is filled with promises in her book
She threads the needle into a nice knot
For Pippi, my fifteen year old Chihuahua
On sunny days it’s okay to spend
Ten minutes outside the front door
While my old dog finds the perfect spot
to pee and poop,
But on rainy days he insists indoors
Is where he wants to be,
And in his second puppyhood
The puppy pads are nice enough,
And I am fine with that
Because I don’t like rain either!
rainy mornings come
bringing little sunshine the
chill still stays all day
Gray,
Dismal
Rainy days.
Then leafless trees,
As it gets warmer,
All start to sprout new buds.
Migratory birds appear.
Abandoning the underworld,
And the ruler of the dead, Hades,
Persephone returns to Demeter.
No, my brain is alive, not dead
To know that you hate me
And yet I love you dearly
I practice love not hatred
I care about uncontiditional love
Not mutual feelings dripping from above
In rainy and stormy seasons. In unselfish ways
I willingly donate my heart and soul to you
You can shred them and then part ways
As you wish, as you see fit. I am a fool
A martyr, a lover with all of his marbles and more
I love you and I want you
I care about you. Open the door
So I can give you more until you’re saturated
Until by love you are filled up and asphyxiated
You hate me and I love you
I wonder if I am not a fool.
Copyright © September 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Rainy Season
Heat waves not blown,
Sun rays timid.
clouds to cover sky are shown
weather, moist humid
Thunders under grey cloud roaring loud
Rainy season begins. '
Sun not sizzling
Rain drops drizzling
Soil gets wet, green grass in mass.
Flooded damped ground
Foot ball played wearing soggy jersey.
Putting one leg crane stand on muddy marshy land.
I can smell the scent of spring,
an earthy, rainy day smell.
And I can hear a robin,
scratching at the lawn, digging up worms.
A rainy day toward the end of October
When the leaves are breathing their last
And the chill makes my arthritis ache,
I can’t stop thinking about growing old
And being disgruntled by foul weather
Letting a little thing like the temperature
Have a controlling interest in my mood
Even influencing what will be my food!
Seasonal depression strikes me immature,
Sinks into my brain and tells me whether
Or not I am simpering or incredibly bold,
Taking ownership for decisions I make --
Like Thanksgiving Day is no time to fast
And with family around, I must stay sober.
written October 25, 2021
A light breeze falls soft
whispering a quiet faith
raining kindness breath
along the shadow's caress
dancing with hues of sweet grace
Bite Size Poem 3 Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
May 29, 2021
The rain glistens leaves
Odd maple stars in night sky
Stuck to the blacktop
Mommy,
August's too humid
July's too hot
January's freezing
We hope April's not
September's too rainy
November's quite bitter
March is so windy
May is like winter
June brings flooding
October's too dark
What month in Chicago
Can we go to the park?
~ RSVP asap to your kids!
I miss Fall colors.
Monterey's only seasons:
Foggy and rainy.
rainy days in May
flowers bloom and scents the air
mixture of colors
carpeted the wider fields
green mountains and hills are laid
Written:
Oct. 11, 2012
Fifth Place Winner
Contest: Single Tanka
Judged: 10/11/2012 12:00:00 AM
Poet Sponsor: Black Eyed Susan
Fourth Place Winner
Contest: Tanka (Season)
Judged: 10/23/2012
Poet Sponsor: Nathan - -D
Horizons painted orange and red and yellow and gold,
Means there will be added garbage bags to fill and fold.
Temperatures cool and people begin to move inside,
Soon Influenza is at its peak, you’ve no place to hide.
Flu shots may help, but you seem to get sick anyways,
Rainy wet weather, dull and dreary, much shorter days.
Doesn’t sound like splendor - outstanding and grand,
But I still think its the best season, please let me expand,
There’s good things and bad that comes with autumn,
The splendor for me, is more clothes to cover my bottom.
Written by Lee Ramage
September 8, 2012
For Russell Sivey’s contest
“Autumn Splendor”