Poems About Rain Published by Members Recently Online
#rain
cabcool
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2024 6:18pm
3rd Sep 2024 6:18pm
when it rains
mixed feelings
“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass…It’s about learning
to dance in the rain.”—Vivian Greene
when it rains, i have mixed feelings
of the deluge i must face,
for some showers leave me reeling,
and some raindrops ruin my base.
when it rains a rainbow harvest,
all my life soars on a cloud;
but the rains that hit me hardest
are the ones that hope enshroud.
when it rains harsh disillusion,
stirring dregs long put to sleep,
earth and heav’n weigh my confusion ...
“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass…It’s about learning
to dance in the rain.”—Vivian Greene
when it rains, i have mixed feelings
of the deluge i must face,
for some showers leave me reeling,
and some raindrops ruin my base.
when it rains a rainbow harvest,
all my life soars on a cloud;
but the rains that hit me hardest
are the ones that hope enshroud.
when it rains harsh disillusion,
stirring dregs long put to sleep,
earth and heav’n weigh my confusion ...
#clouds
#faith
#rain
#rainbow
#sea
194 reads
3 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2024 6:18pm
3rd Sep 2024 6:18pm
when it rains
mixed feelings
“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass…It’s about learning
to dance in the rain.”—Vivian Greene
when it rains, i have mixed feelings
of the deluge i must face,
for some showers leave me reeling,
and some raindrops ruin my base.
when it rains a rainbow harvest,
all my life soars on a cloud;
but the rains that hit me hardest
are the ones that hope enshroud.
when it rains harsh disillusion,
stirring dregs long put to sleep,
earth and heav’n weigh my confusion ...
“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass…It’s about learning
to dance in the rain.”—Vivian Greene
when it rains, i have mixed feelings
of the deluge i must face,
for some showers leave me reeling,
and some raindrops ruin my base.
when it rains a rainbow harvest,
all my life soars on a cloud;
but the rains that hit me hardest
are the ones that hope enshroud.
when it rains harsh disillusion,
stirring dregs long put to sleep,
earth and heav’n weigh my confusion ...
#clouds
#faith
#rain
#rainbow
#sea
194 reads
3 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2024 6:18pm
3rd Sep 2024 6:18pm
when it rains
mixed feelings
“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass…It’s about learning
to dance in the rain.”—Vivian Greene
when it rains, i have mixed feelings
of the deluge i must face,
for some showers leave me reeling,
and some raindrops ruin my base.
when it rains a rainbow harvest,
all my life soars on a cloud;
but the rains that hit me hardest
are the ones that hope enshroud.
when it rains harsh disillusion,
stirring dregs long put to sleep,
earth and heav’n weigh my confusion ...
“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass…It’s about learning
to dance in the rain.”—Vivian Greene
when it rains, i have mixed feelings
of the deluge i must face,
for some showers leave me reeling,
and some raindrops ruin my base.
when it rains a rainbow harvest,
all my life soars on a cloud;
but the rains that hit me hardest
are the ones that hope enshroud.
when it rains harsh disillusion,
stirring dregs long put to sleep,
earth and heav’n weigh my confusion ...
#clouds
#faith
#rain
#rainbow
#sea
194 reads
3 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2024 6:18pm
3rd Sep 2024 6:18pm
when it rains
mixed feelings
“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass…It’s about learning
to dance in the rain.”—Vivian Greene
when it rains, i have mixed feelings
of the deluge i must face,
for some showers leave me reeling,
and some raindrops ruin my base.
when it rains a rainbow harvest,
all my life soars on a cloud;
but the rains that hit me hardest
are the ones that hope enshroud.
when it rains harsh disillusion,
stirring dregs long put to sleep,
earth and heav’n weigh my confusion ...
“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass…It’s about learning
to dance in the rain.”—Vivian Greene
when it rains, i have mixed feelings
of the deluge i must face,
for some showers leave me reeling,
and some raindrops ruin my base.
when it rains a rainbow harvest,
all my life soars on a cloud;
but the rains that hit me hardest
are the ones that hope enshroud.
when it rains harsh disillusion,
stirring dregs long put to sleep,
earth and heav’n weigh my confusion ...
#clouds
#faith
#rain
#rainbow
#sea
194 reads
3 Comments
rubyredheart
Poem Published
11th Apr 2023 4:44am
11th Apr 2023 4:44am
Satisfactory skies
Left behind the salty breeze
Replaced with evergreen trees
And dismal skies fresh with rainy
Drizzle
With more time to
Now remember you
I’m satisfied
In this grey
Replaced with evergreen trees
And dismal skies fresh with rainy
Drizzle
With more time to
Now remember you
I’m satisfied
In this grey
#love
#rain
162 reads
rubyredheart
Poem Published
11th Apr 2023 4:44am
11th Apr 2023 4:44am
Satisfactory skies
Left behind the salty breeze
Replaced with evergreen trees
And dismal skies fresh with rainy
Drizzle
With more time to
Now remember you
I’m satisfied
In this grey
Replaced with evergreen trees
And dismal skies fresh with rainy
Drizzle
With more time to
Now remember you
I’m satisfied
In this grey
#love
#rain
162 reads
Betty
Poem Published
8th Jul 2022 4:14pm
8th Jul 2022 4:14pm
Category Five - Direct Hit
A nail from a
missing shingle
caught my
leggings
as I watched the
bloated carcass
of my neighbor’s dog
drift past
the rain gutters.
I could hear survivor
cries in the distance
and I added my
voice to theirs
in some vain
hope that
helicopter
salvation,
was real.
Beneath my cold
wet,
shoeless,
body
lies the
sodden
remains of
a life.
My grandpa’s ashes
bobbing...
missing shingle
caught my
leggings
as I watched the
bloated carcass
of my neighbor’s dog
drift past
the rain gutters.
I could hear survivor
cries in the distance
and I added my
voice to theirs
in some vain
hope that
helicopter
salvation,
was real.
Beneath my cold
wet,
shoeless,
body
lies the
sodden
remains of
a life.
My grandpa’s ashes
bobbing...
#rain
#storm
#water #obsession
#water #obsession
505 reads
12 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
8th Jul 2022 4:14pm
8th Jul 2022 4:14pm
Category Five - Direct Hit
A nail from a
missing shingle
caught my
leggings
as I watched the
bloated carcass
of my neighbor’s dog
drift past
the rain gutters.
I could hear survivor
cries in the distance
and I added my
voice to theirs
in some vain
hope that
helicopter
salvation,
was real.
Beneath my cold
wet,
shoeless,
body
lies the
sodden
remains of
a life.
My grandpa’s ashes
bobbing...
missing shingle
caught my
leggings
as I watched the
bloated carcass
of my neighbor’s dog
drift past
the rain gutters.
I could hear survivor
cries in the distance
and I added my
voice to theirs
in some vain
hope that
helicopter
salvation,
was real.
Beneath my cold
wet,
shoeless,
body
lies the
sodden
remains of
a life.
My grandpa’s ashes
bobbing...
#rain
#storm
#water #obsession
#water #obsession
505 reads
12 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
8th Jul 2022 4:14pm
8th Jul 2022 4:14pm
Category Five - Direct Hit
A nail from a
missing shingle
caught my
leggings
as I watched the
bloated carcass
of my neighbor’s dog
drift past
the rain gutters.
I could hear survivor
cries in the distance
and I added my
voice to theirs
in some vain
hope that
helicopter
salvation,
was real.
Beneath my cold
wet,
shoeless,
body
lies the
sodden
remains of
a life.
My grandpa’s ashes
bobbing...
missing shingle
caught my
leggings
as I watched the
bloated carcass
of my neighbor’s dog
drift past
the rain gutters.
I could hear survivor
cries in the distance
and I added my
voice to theirs
in some vain
hope that
helicopter
salvation,
was real.
Beneath my cold
wet,
shoeless,
body
lies the
sodden
remains of
a life.
My grandpa’s ashes
bobbing...
#rain
#storm
#water #obsession
#water #obsession
505 reads
12 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
8th Jul 2022 4:14pm
8th Jul 2022 4:14pm
Category Five - Direct Hit
A nail from a
missing shingle
caught my
leggings
as I watched the
bloated carcass
of my neighbor’s dog
drift past
the rain gutters.
I could hear survivor
cries in the distance
and I added my
voice to theirs
in some vain
hope that
helicopter
salvation,
was real.
Beneath my cold
wet,
shoeless,
body
lies the
sodden
remains of
a life.
My grandpa’s ashes
bobbing...
missing shingle
caught my
leggings
as I watched the
bloated carcass
of my neighbor’s dog
drift past
the rain gutters.
I could hear survivor
cries in the distance
and I added my
voice to theirs
in some vain
hope that
helicopter
salvation,
was real.
Beneath my cold
wet,
shoeless,
body
lies the
sodden
remains of
a life.
My grandpa’s ashes
bobbing...
#rain
#storm
#water #obsession
#water #obsession
505 reads
12 Comments
scalesofascorpion
Poem Published
6th Jun 2023 00:41am
6th Jun 2023 00:41am
my driveway in june
I sit in the yard in a folding chair
a cheerfully bright blue sky overhead
billowing white clouds with a touch of grey
my children laughing as they play
drops begin to fall to my surprise
my wildlings run for cover to stay dry
I remember in my own childhood
I would never escape to the inside
I have missed the rain on my skin
it reaches deep into the crevice within
I lay on the cement as it comes down
lose myself in cleansing tears from the heavens
I hear a sigh and open my eyes
"This is nice." my...
a cheerfully bright blue sky overhead
billowing white clouds with a touch of grey
my children laughing as they play
drops begin to fall to my surprise
my wildlings run for cover to stay dry
I remember in my own childhood
I would never escape to the inside
I have missed the rain on my skin
it reaches deep into the crevice within
I lay on the cement as it comes down
lose myself in cleansing tears from the heavens
I hear a sigh and open my eyes
"This is nice." my...
#children
#childhood
#rain
#memories
#SelfReflection
248 reads
2 Comments
scalesofascorpion
Poem Published
6th Jun 2023 00:41am
6th Jun 2023 00:41am
my driveway in june
I sit in the yard in a folding chair
a cheerfully bright blue sky overhead
billowing white clouds with a touch of grey
my children laughing as they play
drops begin to fall to my surprise
my wildlings run for cover to stay dry
I remember in my own childhood
I would never escape to the inside
I have missed the rain on my skin
it reaches deep into the crevice within
I lay on the cement as it comes down
lose myself in cleansing tears from the heavens
I hear a sigh and open my eyes
"This is nice." my...
a cheerfully bright blue sky overhead
billowing white clouds with a touch of grey
my children laughing as they play
drops begin to fall to my surprise
my wildlings run for cover to stay dry
I remember in my own childhood
I would never escape to the inside
I have missed the rain on my skin
it reaches deep into the crevice within
I lay on the cement as it comes down
lose myself in cleansing tears from the heavens
I hear a sigh and open my eyes
"This is nice." my...
#children
#childhood
#rain
#memories
#SelfReflection
248 reads
2 Comments
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