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rayheinrich (Death Plane for Teddy)
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Days of Rain

DrearyAvenue
Niko
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Poetry Contest

Write a short poem about a landscape somewhere on a rainy day.
Please write a poem of a place somewhere on a rainy day. Describe the scenery and landscape. And don't forget to make it feal real.

200 word max
No Bold
No CAPS
Two poems per poet.
Old poems are excepted.
Correct grammar is preferred, but not set in stone.
And above all, thank you for participating. :)

DrearyAvenue
Niko
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Mid Day Rain in Fairgreen

Grey skies
Water stained pavement and sidewalks.
Roof tops sighing from the cold
Pots of flowers drinking the nectar
Wild flowers stretch up their faces
A light drizzle
Tickling the leaves of the trees
Kissing the petals of the roses
Dripping down the stems of poppies
Gleaming on the clover
A soft breeze
Touching the faces of an elderly couple
Rolling over the lush green hills
Playing tag in the tall grass
Moving over the huddled cattle
A distant thunder
Echoing in the mountains
Doing battle in the air
Going to war in the Heavens
Crying out in disdain
An eery call
Calling outside a dotted window
sneaking under the front door
Singing down the chimney
Dancing on the wind

AlwaysCaliban
Caliban
Dangerous Mind
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Haha, this is just like my competition "Characteristics of Rain" that I did a few weeks ago.

DrearyAvenue
Niko
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poet Anonymous

when it rains

There's a full moon in Betws-y-Coed
a dog barking in the distance
echoes from the slate
crumbling from the mountain side
painted with the consistent rain
that batters the tight skin of our home

we hammer in our ropes ready for the storm
while the sheep bleat their warnings
(or maybe they are mocking us?)
laughing at our failures to stay dry
while they just simply be

the mountain has eroded in such a way
that it looks like giant steps from heaven
where God himself descends at night
to walk amongst his kingdom on the lake
keeping the legends fresh for our generation

and I know that civilisation
is but a train ride away,
but underneath the firework lightning
I embraced my hot tea like a long lost friend
and watched in awe
of the divine

rayheinrich
Death Plane for Teddy
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http://wordbiscuit.com/images/wetberry.jpg



                        < ornament >
                   
                       a light rain
                       a red berry
                       one of all these
                       all waiting
                       in the overcast
                       a slight drizzle
                       a fall day
                       and on each one
                       and this one too
                       a drop
                       a tiny mirror
                       stuck to its bottom
                       that wraps the sky
                       the forest
                       the field
                       the dog and me
                       all of us
                       it has all of us
                       stuck to its bottom
                       and we
                       become a picture
                       a silver ornament
                       hung on a bright red berry
                   
                             - - -


ricecake
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Where are you my rabbit

Where are you my rabbit
The blades of grass in the Autumn sun
The darkness in the corners of shade
The birds in Gethsemanes' garden
That bring you this way
They seek you all
And then like sudden death
Like a raging storm
Like a ghost 
You appear in natures' form

Where are you my rabbit
(over there stuck?)
When the Autumn leaves fall
When the crash of storms
When thunder hits
And our hearts are struck

In a childs' small palm
Humming the psalms of God
You pass through valley paths
Amongst golden birds of light
Amongst the friends in the grass
The dragonflies in flight
The maggotts and
The reptiles of your past
That caught fright and fled
Lost and found almost at once
Luck

Were you caught down a narrow path
Were you enslaved and kicked and
Beaten by the enemies' rod 
Did you hide
And did you live
Did you live to find your God

Merely passing through the grass of
Merry hops
Nibbling the green leaves
Drinking rainwater drops
In sun
In light
In the enemies 
Of light
In habits of might
Under dusted burrows
Under dusty hearts
Dispelling fears

Where are you my rabbit 
Where are you my rabbit 

Cannaballester
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Im Glad They Can't Talk

Its been raining all day,,,
and the rain finally stopped,,,
And All The Clouds went away,,,
but the Water continues,,,
to drip from everything,,,
And each and every drop,,,
is like a tiny little crystal ball,,,
And Each One Has A Story To Tell,,,
And There Are Billions Of Them,,,
And They Are Hanging everywhere,,,

God !!!Im glad they cant talk,,,,,,

poet Anonymous





Windowsills and Drowning Hills by mikimoondancer


Mist covered hazy green backdrop

Hills caught in weighted lengths
of darkness

Streak coated panes
that ripple aimlessly

Stripped branches sway in agreement
Shamelessly

Howls keep notes in the torrents and roar
as whistles infiltrate each creviced new pore

It pours then it ruptures once more

Mother Earth is now drowned to her core

poet Anonymous

The Pressure of it All

Damning the pressure of it all
the couch beckons a partner to cuddled up
ignoring persistent phone calls
while cold hands cradle a warm cup

Stretching and yawning
the hours blur
all things in need of doing are soon forgotten
yes, this is what cold winter mornings are for

Slowly swallowed by the cushions
no fighting, no resistance
no screaming, no pushing
only melancholies dogged persistence

Crisp leaves cling, bracing for the north winds blow
heavy eyes glimpse blurred reflections
silhouetted on the window pane snow
offered as simple artistic perfection

Finally, silently, succumbing to an internal fire
kindled by the chill of winters call
hidden hands unfold secret desires
releasing the pressure of it all.....

poet Anonymous

“Stormy Ocean Dreams”
http://www.free-beautiful-wallpapers.com/wallpapers/preview/ocean/storm-waves-cliffs-wallpaper.jpg
Chilled winds cover the
swirling, chaotic, sweeping  
tormented seas, jagged
rocks knife raging foam,
rising to greet the rapidly
gaining grey line of towering
pitched cumulus squall bombs,
rippled sheets glaze across
my vista cliff,  I stand perched,
my face naked to the frozen rain,
pelting, stinging my ruggedness,
as tears stream with nature’s fury,
gazing through lightning spears,
I dream of lost love, and become
consumed by the storm.

DrearyAvenue
Niko
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Senses

I hear
Rain pounding on the concrete
The distant echoing of a dog barking
The ocean crashing over the hill
I see
Trees swaying in tune to the wind
Wild flowers reaching up to kiss the raindrops
An elderly man sitting on his front porch
I smell
Rain cramping it's way onto the streets
Freshly brewed coffee inside my home
Dampness of the bark mulch in my flower beds
I taste
Cleanliness of the fresh air
The hot bitterness of my folgers
And the sweet, nuttiness of my coffee creamer
I feel
The barometric pressure assaulting my joints
The warmth from my sleeping dogs
The rough hewn edges of an old book

poet Anonymous

Congratulations Ray. Cool write. Way to go Missy, great visuals! Thanks for the great competition DrearyAvenue!

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