Poems About Rain Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about rain seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
msbellepoetry43
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:11am
Yesterday 4:11am
A Natural Disaster
I AM A
NATURAL DISASTER,
I will RIP THROUGH
YOU like a
HURRICANE,
I will DESTROY YOU like a
TORNADO,
I WILL WIPE YOU OUT like a
TSUNAMI,
I will ERUPT STRONG like a
VOLCANO,
I will SWIRL YOU like a
CYCLONE,
I will DROWN YOU like the
DEEP SEAS!!,
BURN THROUGH YOU like
FIRE,
VERY FAST and
WITH EASE,
I AM A
STRONG and POWERFUL
WIND,
Blowing down
REALLY TALL TREES,
I AM A ROCK, and
I WILL CRUSH you,
SO, WATCH OUT
IF YOU SO PLEASE!!!!!
I will ...
NATURAL DISASTER,
I will RIP THROUGH
YOU like a
HURRICANE,
I will DESTROY YOU like a
TORNADO,
I WILL WIPE YOU OUT like a
TSUNAMI,
I will ERUPT STRONG like a
VOLCANO,
I will SWIRL YOU like a
CYCLONE,
I will DROWN YOU like the
DEEP SEAS!!,
BURN THROUGH YOU like
FIRE,
VERY FAST and
WITH EASE,
I AM A
STRONG and POWERFUL
WIND,
Blowing down
REALLY TALL TREES,
I AM A ROCK, and
I WILL CRUSH you,
SO, WATCH OUT
IF YOU SO PLEASE!!!!!
I will ...
#nature
#rain
#water #wind
#water #wind
27 reads
0 Comments
NoQuarter
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 10:56am
19th Feb 2025 10:56am
I Just Want Warmth
Oh, how I hate these changing seasons,
cold, warm, warm, cold.
Mother Nature, please make up your mind,
can I work in the yard or prepare for more ice?
Rain here, sleet there,
I just want my garden and sweet tea,
that would be nice.
Winter boots or tank tops, or a mixture of both?
Take one off, put two back on, what a cruel joke.
cold, warm, warm, cold.
Mother Nature, please make up your mind,
can I work in the yard or prepare for more ice?
Rain here, sleet there,
I just want my garden and sweet tea,
that would be nice.
Winter boots or tank tops, or a mixture of both?
Take one off, put two back on, what a cruel joke.
#rain
#snow
100 reads
5 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 4:42pm
18th Feb 2025 4:42pm
Saints Decay
In hallowed ground where whispers cease
Stands the saint, in rain’s soft grief
A figure draped in shadow's lease
Amidst the world’s withering leaf
With head bowed low, a crown of moss
His flesh a canvas pale and worn
Each droplet’s kiss, a silent gloss
Upon the scars of love—now torn
Around him lies the fading light
The flowers wilting, petals fall
Each heartbeat mourns the creeping night
As silence binds the earth in thrall
The heavens weep for days gone by
For souls entwined in sacred breath
Yet still...
Stands the saint, in rain’s soft grief
A figure draped in shadow's lease
Amidst the world’s withering leaf
With head bowed low, a crown of moss
His flesh a canvas pale and worn
Each droplet’s kiss, a silent gloss
Upon the scars of love—now torn
Around him lies the fading light
The flowers wilting, petals fall
Each heartbeat mourns the creeping night
As silence binds the earth in thrall
The heavens weep for days gone by
For souls entwined in sacred breath
Yet still...
#death
#graveyard
#rain
59 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 00:26am
24th Jan 2025 00:26am
how about I just sit here nice and quiet
old bloke in the bar says
I can’t go home in this weather, not with
my chest and this cough
but the publican replies
sorry mate, we’re closing
up and you can’t stay here all night
aye, says the old bloke, it’s
a conundrum, right enough ..
I can’t go home in this weather, not with
my chest and this cough
but the publican replies
sorry mate, we’re closing
up and you can’t stay here all night
aye, says the old bloke, it’s
a conundrum, right enough ..
#alcohol
#fear
#rain
#storm
#wind
54 reads
2 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 10:05pm
19th Jan 2025 10:05pm
What Did I Drink At That Party Last Night?
After the rain stopped,
Nancy woke up and saw she
was naked and next to Paul.
Nancy woke up and saw she
was naked and next to Paul.
#fiction
#friendship
#home
#rain
#sex
119 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 00:21am
8th Jan 2025 00:21am
Calm before the storm
WHY is it always before the storm that hangs in the rain drops, that just before the storm arrives that the atmosphere, slowly began to take a shape and form over the world 🌎 For sure you can make an aura of space and time out of the deepness of the sounds, of the rain drops hitting the ground still protecting you ☔ as it falls from the skies, as the clouds begin to change. From white to gray then dark, taking forms of different stages, as the rain is echoing in the back ground like tapping, on a old tin roof that over time has become rusted, and beat up from the pounding, like...
#clouds
#earth
#rain
#storm
#wind
84 reads
0 Comments
AmyMMosier
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 10:11pm
5th Jan 2025 10:11pm
Summer Rain
Listen to the raging summer rain
Mercilessly battering the ground -
Drops bouncing like crickets all around.
What heights its descent has drained
Into the pools when it came unbound!
My head is made silent by the sound
And a sense of cleanliness will remain
After everything's been washed down
And the neighborhood streets have drowned.
Harder still it strikes the window pane -
'Tho a peculiar sun broke through a cloud.
So long as the raindrops continue to pound -
Listen to the raging summer rain!
Mercilessly battering the ground -
Drops bouncing like crickets all around.
What heights its descent has drained
Into the pools when it came unbound!
My head is made silent by the sound
And a sense of cleanliness will remain
After everything's been washed down
And the neighborhood streets have drowned.
Harder still it strikes the window pane -
'Tho a peculiar sun broke through a cloud.
So long as the raindrops continue to pound -
Listen to the raging summer rain!
#rain
37 reads
0 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 6:25am
2nd Jan 2025 6:25am
Strife
When storms do break and heavens weep
The cathedral spire wakes from sleep
A shadowed lance, it cleaves the rain
A hymn in stone through joy and pain
The clouds, like mourners, gather close
Their veils of grey a most solemn host
And through their tears a fleeting gleam
The spire ascends, a holy dream
Each droplet strikes with fleeting grace
A silver path on sacred face
And shadows twist in trembling flight
As rain and dark in union write
The gargoyles grin, their visages stark
In interplay of light and dark ...
The cathedral spire wakes from sleep
A shadowed lance, it cleaves the rain
A hymn in stone through joy and pain
The clouds, like mourners, gather close
Their veils of grey a most solemn host
And through their tears a fleeting gleam
The spire ascends, a holy dream
Each droplet strikes with fleeting grace
A silver path on sacred face
And shadows twist in trembling flight
As rain and dark in union write
The gargoyles grin, their visages stark
In interplay of light and dark ...
#Christian
#God
#rain
#religion
#storm
58 reads
0 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 2:25pm
27th Dec 2024 2:25pm
~some night of a traversing highway chaos
the sweltering december hotness sun
consumes gritty astringent skinnish salts
in enormous gulping hunger of a famine
vacuuming emptiness, a fuming depression
of a puckering in sizzling hot desert, rises in
a rotting stench of bled out moulted maroons
scattered as a modern streaked out flash art
sprinkled with the sweaty deltaic tidal waves
in craving wide open rafflesia blooms in scents
of a pickled inner vascular.. severed as tidbits
..screams of an unquenchable insane violence
in firing passion burns to the...
consumes gritty astringent skinnish salts
in enormous gulping hunger of a famine
vacuuming emptiness, a fuming depression
of a puckering in sizzling hot desert, rises in
a rotting stench of bled out moulted maroons
scattered as a modern streaked out flash art
sprinkled with the sweaty deltaic tidal waves
in craving wide open rafflesia blooms in scents
of a pickled inner vascular.. severed as tidbits
..screams of an unquenchable insane violence
in firing passion burns to the...
#love
#night
#rain
#sensual
#sun
133 reads
4 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 11:58am
22nd Dec 2024 11:58am
~blue house that soaks in yellow night-lighted love
beaming blue walls
in an unfazed electrifying
eccentricity.. border
this singular standalone
house.. awake in open
doors and yellowy
lights in fire streams
..almost gives a hazy
sepia vignetting palette
in a nostalgic dig village
view, sweetly reminiscent
of those childhood vacation
days.. spent long in a pure
silence of a rustic ambience..
in tight warmth of grandma
grandpa.. their loving grips
.. outside, dribbling plic ploc
rain in trickles.. add to the
marigold yellowy...
in an unfazed electrifying
eccentricity.. border
this singular standalone
house.. awake in open
doors and yellowy
lights in fire streams
..almost gives a hazy
sepia vignetting palette
in a nostalgic dig village
view, sweetly reminiscent
of those childhood vacation
days.. spent long in a pure
silence of a rustic ambience..
in tight warmth of grandma
grandpa.. their loving grips
.. outside, dribbling plic ploc
rain in trickles.. add to the
marigold yellowy...
#countryside
#home
#love
#night
#rain
141 reads
6 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 3:31pm
18th Dec 2024 3:31pm
Disco Ball
Finally, the clouds began to unfold
as the storm tried to blow itself apart
to frame a post-zenith gibbous of gold
which lit the aurum of my midnight heart
as the wind chimes japed out a lively tune
as warm and fresh and full of tropic life
as the vernal glory oft blown in June
or fingered through an independence fife.
But then, just as quickly as revealed,
the blasting billows would as quick return
like some prohibition fast repealed
to throw some moonbeam medleys in the churn
as if chimes and beams were the discotheque ...
as the storm tried to blow itself apart
to frame a post-zenith gibbous of gold
which lit the aurum of my midnight heart
as the wind chimes japed out a lively tune
as warm and fresh and full of tropic life
as the vernal glory oft blown in June
or fingered through an independence fife.
But then, just as quickly as revealed,
the blasting billows would as quick return
like some prohibition fast repealed
to throw some moonbeam medleys in the churn
as if chimes and beams were the discotheque ...
#moon
#rain
#storm #wind
#storm #wind
93 reads
4 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 6:17am
15th Dec 2024 6:17am
Dispersion
Settling in a westering blow
of mid December cold,
she gave her customary glow
so clouds could spin in gold.
Flaxen vorticals atwirl;
sylvanite of the sky;
the mother of moonbeam pearl
and the apple of my eye!
Hypnosis in the turbulence
held me in its sway,
since ensorcellment refulgence
was peace by lunar ray.
And thus I watched the vapor swarms
advance at break of day,
blending moonlight with the rainstorms...
by photon ricochet.
of mid December cold,
she gave her customary glow
so clouds could spin in gold.
Flaxen vorticals atwirl;
sylvanite of the sky;
the mother of moonbeam pearl
and the apple of my eye!
Hypnosis in the turbulence
held me in its sway,
since ensorcellment refulgence
was peace by lunar ray.
And thus I watched the vapor swarms
advance at break of day,
blending moonlight with the rainstorms...
by photon ricochet.
#moon
#rain
#wind
186 reads
13 Comments
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