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Every storm runs out of rain
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem based on the picture quote
I would like you to write a poem based on the picture quote. How do you interpret that thought? Make it a poem.
Rules
•New writes only
•Up to 2 entries per human being
•No limits on length
•No erotica, please
•Audio/video/visual allowed
robert43041
Viking
Forum Posts: 452
Viking
Tyrant of Words
26
Joined 30th July 2020
Forum Posts: 452
Rest
It rained cats and dogs.
The dogs died, could not survive the drop
From such a great height.
The cats lived.
They do have Nine Lives.
It is at its fifth one
That Malcolm started to get worried
Because it hurt falling on the grass
Falling on its paws even from the first floor balcony,
No longer having the flexibility of youth.
So he was careful
But the scent from the trashcan across the street
Was toooooo much.
Hit by a car, yet he survived
A few bruises, nothing more
Which left him with number seven
Not too many more in the bank
But how was he to know the outcome
Of what was in store
As he lay quietly in his favorite and smashed up cardboard box
Not caring a bit about the very expensive cat tree next to it
Indeed having not a care in the world.
The dogs died, could not survive the drop
From such a great height.
The cats lived.
They do have Nine Lives.
It is at its fifth one
That Malcolm started to get worried
Because it hurt falling on the grass
Falling on its paws even from the first floor balcony,
No longer having the flexibility of youth.
So he was careful
But the scent from the trashcan across the street
Was toooooo much.
Hit by a car, yet he survived
A few bruises, nothing more
Which left him with number seven
Not too many more in the bank
But how was he to know the outcome
Of what was in store
As he lay quietly in his favorite and smashed up cardboard box
Not caring a bit about the very expensive cat tree next to it
Indeed having not a care in the world.
Written by robert43041
(Viking)
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MissPoppet
Joined 1st June 2022
Forum Posts: 11
Lost Thinker
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Lydia
She left,
the quiet of dark whispering her name;
the peace she had been promised
dancing just out of reach.
Weary bones carried her through the desert –
even when she rained an entire life
the ground stayed dry,
cracked into veins and capillaries
carrying dust and shriveled wind
to her heart and lungs.
She hoped she had been enough,
that someone had benefited
from her tears and blistered howls.
There was no promise of another storm on the horizon,
but she could feel her.
the quiet of dark whispering her name;
the peace she had been promised
dancing just out of reach.
Weary bones carried her through the desert –
even when she rained an entire life
the ground stayed dry,
cracked into veins and capillaries
carrying dust and shriveled wind
to her heart and lungs.
She hoped she had been enough,
that someone had benefited
from her tears and blistered howls.
There was no promise of another storm on the horizon,
but she could feel her.
Written by MissPoppet
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paperstains
Forum Posts: 89
Fire of Insight
3
Joined 7th May 2017
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Removed
MadameLavender
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Guardian of Shadows
83
Joined 17th Feb 2013
Forum Posts: 5468
This, Too, Shall Pass
And so, it does--
everything passes
into the realm of "what was",
becoming
another memory.
"time" is a fleeting thing ...
^^They say, it heals all wounds,
this thing, called time....
while the storms empty out their rains
and the storms pass, too.
But what, then , these scars
if it all passes and
it all heals?
(that, which doesn't kill you,
makes you stronger?)
Perhaps its sting and luster
are just lost-- with time...
we forgive
accept
acknowledge
yet remember (clearly).
"time" is a fluid thing...
^^and the more fluid it becomes,
the closer we get
to the place
where we see that it all had a purpose
and God asks us all the same question :
"Yes, but did you learn how to love?"
everything passes
into the realm of "what was",
becoming
another memory.
"time" is a fleeting thing ...
^^They say, it heals all wounds,
this thing, called time....
while the storms empty out their rains
and the storms pass, too.
But what, then , these scars
if it all passes and
it all heals?
(that, which doesn't kill you,
makes you stronger?)
Perhaps its sting and luster
are just lost-- with time...
we forgive
accept
acknowledge
yet remember (clearly).
"time" is a fluid thing...
^^and the more fluid it becomes,
the closer we get
to the place
where we see that it all had a purpose
and God asks us all the same question :
"Yes, but did you learn how to love?"
Written by MadameLavender
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monovox128
Philis PriceDean
Joined 22nd June 2022
Forum Posts: 2
Philis PriceDean
Lost Thinker
Forum Posts: 2
EVERY STORM RUNS OUT OF RAIN
Wait, you will see, every storm runs out of rain
to every pleasure, there always was some pain;
Every day is greeted by its own brand new sun
Each rainbow awaits its moment to be spun.
Into each our lives, a little rain must always fall
Challenge being, how we choose to answer its call;
Stumble if you must, but stand right up again
Wait, you will see, every storm runs out of rain.
Wait, you will see, every storm runs out of rain
to every pleasure, there always was some pain;
Every day is greeted by its own brand new sun
Each rainbow awaits its moment to be spun.
Into each our lives, a little rain must always fall
Challenge being, how we choose to answer its call;
Stumble if you must, but stand right up again
Wait, you will see, every storm runs out of rain.
Carpe_Noctem
Forum Posts: 2682
Dangerous Mind
8
Joined 3rd Mar 2013
Forum Posts: 2682
Momma zed
Every storm runs her course
Broken bones mend in time
Life will pound away
where the light don't shine
just as scars reveal what lie beneath
Even a wise crow sung
"It can't rain all the time"
Some feel it
some just get wet
Take the high road
Take it on the chin
Take it like a man
Written by Carpe_Noctem
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