Short Pattering Poems
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Born poor
Peers apart
Mocked by many,
Self discovery
Set me apart
Pattering feet
Battling for crumbs
Idea rules the world
Form:
Puppy
Lovable, Friendly
Frolicking. Jumping. Chewing.
Ball. Cat! Bed. Window.
Sleeping, Pattering, Growling
Loyal, Loving
Dog
A worrying sound
rain at party
outdoors...
a comforting sound
pattering rain
on the roof...
Jubilan blissful sound
falling rain
over field
sown... !
A pale grey sky
lush green forest
the rain falls soft and fast
pattering on leaves and rocks
birdsong echoes sweetly
the air is cool and light
peaceful, timeless
sanctuary
February 1, 2013
By Morgan Mise
I have heard them before,
and I'll hear them again,
as I sit in the car,
in the pattering rain
You have heard them as well,
I am willing to bet,
the words that I wait for,
"Are we nearly there yet?"
Spirals of trails from wandering snails,
Dapples of white and pink petals,
Imprints of pattering puppy paws
Adorned the path that we walked.
The art was most masterful on the dark pavement;
Patterns of nature installed.
Traced backwards through dreams gone—
Saw a cobblestone path creasing palm of land
Slowly, images ripened beneath memory’s dawn
Faded, pattering feet stroking stone into sand.
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rain pattering, fogging on the window,
musing on a gray day.
my soul swimming in mud, dropped
left to harden
when the sun shines.
rocks have the souls
abandoned by tired
seekers and wanderers without
a place to hold to
themselves.
The rhythm of a bird’s wing flapping,
The whine of a baby crying,
The melody of crickets chirping,
The gaggling of geese honking,
The rip-roaring of thunder drumming,
The pitter of rain pattering,
Are all symphonic sounds,
Of Mother Nature trumpeting.
days spent, the pitter patter of my heart beating faster.
Our love, my love, i thought it was real.
Urs was just fake.
Everytime you came on, it beat and flip flopped.
But now you tell me, you've asked your ex back out.
My pitter pattering heart died out.
Enchanted mermaid, lyrical blues
How my heart sings for you
Under turquoise moon.
Was it written or unwritten, the truth?
About us, where we might go
Your pattering heart springs wild
For the world to shed
Whether distance or time, I
cannot shake your masterpiece
From my head
The early spring rain pounds the earth
washing sleep from the eye of dawn
conducting percussive rebirth.
The early spring rain pounds the earth
bringing the pattering of mirth
as awakened the violets yawn.
The early spring rain pounds the earth
washing sleep from the eye of dawn.
Ocean waves gently brushing the sand
Wind whistling through an old window
Sparrows in bushes chattering away
Leaves rustling in the breeze
Soft pattering of evening rain
Babbling brooks
A water fall
There's nothing like listening to the calming sounds of nature to soothe a stressed soul
Tired of the humdrum crackle castle-
Yet wired to unsung lungs
Full of gravity
And the prowess to speak
As we see, the world changes
In a hour glass
Equipment retooled, ideas emerge
History resurges in pattering waves
We are more than what we seem
This life has hidden dimensions
Beyond the routine
Hills weeping
Streets and sex litter
With echoes of anxieties
As pattering feet taking solace
In their shrines
The second coming...
Oceans of nightmares garrison my iris,
Waiting for his coming,
With a bottle of hallucination,
I saw his coming...
My name is Prophet Harold
Form:
My brain is awake even when I’m not.
My thoughts fly with memories sought.
Like an old-fashioned machine,
My thoughts are cranked out unseen.
Thoughts are birds upon my brain!
They drip, drop, pattering like rain.
Thoughts are sticky and stay stuck like glue.
Thinking is such a glorious thing to be able to do.
Stars glow in the sky
wind blows like a gentle sigh
all is safe all is sound
raindrops are pitter pattering on the ground
inside a child dreams
mother hums while sewing seems
fathers snores echo through the house
in the wall pops out a little gray mouse
picture perfect the way it should be
thinks an angle gaurding from a near by tree
From the grey-leaved tree
Even our giant Iroko
The eaglets with hopeful wings
Flying & pattering with their wings
Drumming like the drums of the jungle
Rhyming with an eclipse of their times
– O, these motets
Of disjointed hours! –
The birds fly away over our heads,
From a forest of omen, with wings
Looking like an eagle’s wings!
Form:
Once a cute little bedraggled stray
who wore a tuxedo colored gray
charmed his way into our home to stay.
Regal, royal ruler of the floor
howling, yowling, mewling, “Feed me more!”
Escape artist foils guard at the door.
Now the dish is gone, the house is still,
no pattering paws, no purring trill.
Bones laid to rest on top of a hill.
drag the cigarette
drop time here&there
let your ashes scatter.
my head rests on your
chest, pitter-pattering
me to sleep. away
from me, i dream
of walking on clouds,
only to blow away
in the wind. endowed
with sudden sight,
immobile, pinned
down tight, i fight
amongst myselves.
i can't go free,
i can't get me to
see where it is
i'm going.
The clouds spill a thousand secrets *
Masquerading as celestial tears
Tapping on window panes
Pattering on umbrellas
Whispering
To thirsting flowers
Of distant friendships
A torn canvas*
Separates
Two paintings*
Unable to agree
Seduce the stars without a script*
Melting tears into sweet fire*
Overwhelmed by the silence
Of love’s clouded secrets
Rain falls upon the streets.
Overflowing the creeks.
Pattering with constant beats.
Rain falls upon the plains.
Creating natural lanes.
Until the sunlight wanes.
Rain falls upon their heads.
And they rush indoors to their beds.
No one loves the tears the world sheds.
Rain falls upon the graves.
Of those we long ago forgave.
And of those we still crave.
Before the war
bluejays were just bluejays,
then the missiles arrived.
CNN displayed the mounting death count
until it too was obliterated.
Scorched bodies tumbled listlessly,
down deserted streets.
Some took to the sewage systems,
down there in the narrow dark,
rats were frolicking,
paws were pitter-pattering,
and they whirred and cackled
just like Bluejays.
Under cracked ceilings and calloused hands
My pen does a waltz to invisible bands
A clever allegro and ink covers white
A lithe ballerina on premiere night
The bare floor is spattered
With the pattering feet
Of my words wooing rhythm
'til the page is complete
Watch this step, read this twirl!
And with a tip of my pen
A new line is born in verse...
And again!
The gentle sound of rain,
Pattering on the windowpane,
Is a soothing and peaceful sound,
That's so calming and serene.
The raindrops create a rhythmic beat,
That's relaxing and slow,
It's like music that calms the mind,
And helps to make you go.
The sound of rain is so therapeutic,
It's a way to relax and unwind,
And in the end,
It's a beautiful thing to find.