The sullen wind and the rain thundered,
and withdrawing my dripping cloak, I let my damp hair fall,
going to him, I made my smooth white shoulder bare,
my raven hair tangled, I whispered, "I love you" . . .
I had come through the night to be with him,
he stroked my cheek and wound my hair in his fingers,
kissing my throat as I closed my eyes,
his lips burned with his love . . .
My head, he clasped to his thundering chest,
and his tears came falling down,
we stayed together all the night long,
and still we have not stirred . . .
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November 11, 2012
Poetry/Verse/The Rain Thundered
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1005-582-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, End Of Mar 2018
Sponsor Brian Strand
Second Place
Categories:
thundered, love hurts,
Form: Verse
The thundered hooves of horses wild
In faded thoughts still softly sound
From distant thunder Mustang style
The thundered hooves of horses wild
Still echo back from times beguiled
Of olden days and men renown
The thundered hooves of horses wild
In faded thoughts still softly sound.
Timothy I. Brumley
Categories:
thundered, animals, introspection, nostalgia, time
Form: Triolet
Hip hop-slickety splits, All ideals are not great hits.
What has words been written in time? ...
Lonely, lonely-deserted rhyme.
From this once holy, imaginative explosivley-scattered...
Failed to one's own self-which really did not so much matter.
The end is nigh as on clouded horizons...
Punished by God-to all his evil'd betraying minions.
Escaped hearts filled with fear...
Hopely a forgiven forgive'd-dueness as near.
Categories:
thundered, devotion, faith, forgiveness, life,
Form: I do not know?