Short Liferain Poems
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Tears
What if rain were tears.
Shed for all your fears.
Would be like crying for years.
Think of all the tears shed.
For every drear and dread.
Could fill the ocean blue.
Or maybe flood the planet too.
What if rain were tears.
Form:
Thunder crashes in the night
Sideways lighting across the desert sky
Torrential rain to cool it all down
I sit on the patio and watch it surround
A fresh breeze that blows my hair
Fragrant smell of rain in the dark air
Hours that pass, the rain doesn’t cease
Offering up a pleasant peace
Sometimes it seems that the rain
Understands you better
Than your friends
You look up into its trickles
Drawn to that gray space, in a daze
And hear the monotonous tapping
Like a lesson repeated
By your childhood teacher
The rain understands you
Better than people
Without its sadness
Life would be only
A shameless coquette
In a cabaret
Form:
the sun shines
it warms my pallid skin
colors seem brighter
though the light will not last
soon it will rain and colors wash out
but it matters not, i dance in the rain anyway
and sing songs to the somber clouds,
soon they open and let out the light they guard
and it warms my skin once again
only to disappear when i sleep
whispering faint songs of the stars in my ear
as the sky beings to weep.
rain
rain, rain, rain heal my heart that is broken apart
rain, rain, rain up above from the skies
rain, rain, rain pour here and clean my soul
rain, rain, rain there will be rain here, there will be rain there
rain, rain, rain wash away my pain
rain, rain, rain wash away my debts to pay
rain, rain, rain so tired i felt wash away my guilt
rain, rain i will do anything for you to cover my tears of shame
Form:
The rain smelled different when I was young
Not yet a care, living for fun
I’m no longer young, but not yet old
Responsibility has taken hold
The rain still comes, heavy and light
Awakening my senses to a new height
Still searching for the rain I knew when I was young
Before innocence had come undone
But now that I’ve seen the rain in so many a different place
I fear the rain of my youth has been erased
Ask a farmer on a dry summer
day, the value of a rain drop,
ask the bird who has went some
time with no water,
the value of a rain drop.
Ask some poor dog who has
been in the sun for
hours, the value of a rain drop,
ask a condememed man who is
about to die,
the value of a rain drop.
Ask the river bed so dry,
the value of a rain drop,
last of all, ask the person in
hell, the value of a rain drop.
wrote 8-6-07