Poems About Rain Published by Members Recently Online
#rain
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
9th Dec 2018 4:19pm
9th Dec 2018 4:19pm
Tears in the Rain
Two tear-rivers streamed in my black forest,
And sorry I could not dam it to a respite
And be it I’ve longed to change,
And parting one eyelid, as far as I could be sane
To where I tear in the rain;
Then locked the other eyelid, as just as teary,
And quench perhaps their thirst daily,
Because it was thundery, and wanted to cry;
Though as for that within the rain I was sly,
Had falling tear-showers really be from the sinking sky?
Both these eyes to the world equally keen
In rain no tears shall be seen.
Oh,...
And sorry I could not dam it to a respite
And be it I’ve longed to change,
And parting one eyelid, as far as I could be sane
To where I tear in the rain;
Then locked the other eyelid, as just as teary,
And quench perhaps their thirst daily,
Because it was thundery, and wanted to cry;
Though as for that within the rain I was sly,
Had falling tear-showers really be from the sinking sky?
Both these eyes to the world equally keen
In rain no tears shall be seen.
Oh,...
#sadness
#depression
#rain
#storm
#MentalHealth
789 reads
1 Comment
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
9th Dec 2018 4:19pm
9th Dec 2018 4:19pm
Tears in the Rain
Two tear-rivers streamed in my black forest,
And sorry I could not dam it to a respite
And be it I’ve longed to change,
And parting one eyelid, as far as I could be sane
To where I tear in the rain;
Then locked the other eyelid, as just as teary,
And quench perhaps their thirst daily,
Because it was thundery, and wanted to cry;
Though as for that within the rain I was sly,
Had falling tear-showers really be from the sinking sky?
Both these eyes to the world equally keen
In rain no tears shall be seen.
Oh,...
And sorry I could not dam it to a respite
And be it I’ve longed to change,
And parting one eyelid, as far as I could be sane
To where I tear in the rain;
Then locked the other eyelid, as just as teary,
And quench perhaps their thirst daily,
Because it was thundery, and wanted to cry;
Though as for that within the rain I was sly,
Had falling tear-showers really be from the sinking sky?
Both these eyes to the world equally keen
In rain no tears shall be seen.
Oh,...
#sadness
#depression
#rain
#storm
#MentalHealth
789 reads
1 Comment
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
9th Dec 2018 4:19pm
9th Dec 2018 4:19pm
Tears in the Rain
Two tear-rivers streamed in my black forest,
And sorry I could not dam it to a respite
And be it I’ve longed to change,
And parting one eyelid, as far as I could be sane
To where I tear in the rain;
Then locked the other eyelid, as just as teary,
And quench perhaps their thirst daily,
Because it was thundery, and wanted to cry;
Though as for that within the rain I was sly,
Had falling tear-showers really be from the sinking sky?
Both these eyes to the world equally keen
In rain no tears shall be seen.
Oh,...
And sorry I could not dam it to a respite
And be it I’ve longed to change,
And parting one eyelid, as far as I could be sane
To where I tear in the rain;
Then locked the other eyelid, as just as teary,
And quench perhaps their thirst daily,
Because it was thundery, and wanted to cry;
Though as for that within the rain I was sly,
Had falling tear-showers really be from the sinking sky?
Both these eyes to the world equally keen
In rain no tears shall be seen.
Oh,...
#sadness
#depression
#rain
#storm
#MentalHealth
789 reads
1 Comment
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
1st Mar 2024 2:24pm
1st Mar 2024 2:24pm
Flood Warning
the day sacrificed itself to me
shifting in the moment from grey to blue
I hate the grey days
I was sullen inside and needed the sun
an internal storm was building inside of me
it was a flash flood warning
meaning I might cry
I held the feeling tight
shaking it off as it threatened rain
I was stoic not showing anything
but I felt it as an irrational fear
fear of everything and nothing
this world is beautiful but deadly
it hurts this place physically and mentally
to feel happiness is to know pain intimately...
shifting in the moment from grey to blue
I hate the grey days
I was sullen inside and needed the sun
an internal storm was building inside of me
it was a flash flood warning
meaning I might cry
I held the feeling tight
shaking it off as it threatened rain
I was stoic not showing anything
but I felt it as an irrational fear
fear of everything and nothing
this world is beautiful but deadly
it hurts this place physically and mentally
to feel happiness is to know pain intimately...
#love
#rain
#emotions
203 reads
10 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
1st Mar 2024 2:24pm
1st Mar 2024 2:24pm
Flood Warning
the day sacrificed itself to me
shifting in the moment from grey to blue
I hate the grey days
I was sullen inside and needed the sun
an internal storm was building inside of me
it was a flash flood warning
meaning I might cry
I held the feeling tight
shaking it off as it threatened rain
I was stoic not showing anything
but I felt it as an irrational fear
fear of everything and nothing
this world is beautiful but deadly
it hurts this place physically and mentally
to feel happiness is to know pain intimately...
shifting in the moment from grey to blue
I hate the grey days
I was sullen inside and needed the sun
an internal storm was building inside of me
it was a flash flood warning
meaning I might cry
I held the feeling tight
shaking it off as it threatened rain
I was stoic not showing anything
but I felt it as an irrational fear
fear of everything and nothing
this world is beautiful but deadly
it hurts this place physically and mentally
to feel happiness is to know pain intimately...
#love
#rain
#emotions
203 reads
10 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
1st Mar 2024 2:24pm
1st Mar 2024 2:24pm
Flood Warning
the day sacrificed itself to me
shifting in the moment from grey to blue
I hate the grey days
I was sullen inside and needed the sun
an internal storm was building inside of me
it was a flash flood warning
meaning I might cry
I held the feeling tight
shaking it off as it threatened rain
I was stoic not showing anything
but I felt it as an irrational fear
fear of everything and nothing
this world is beautiful but deadly
it hurts this place physically and mentally
to feel happiness is to know pain intimately...
shifting in the moment from grey to blue
I hate the grey days
I was sullen inside and needed the sun
an internal storm was building inside of me
it was a flash flood warning
meaning I might cry
I held the feeling tight
shaking it off as it threatened rain
I was stoic not showing anything
but I felt it as an irrational fear
fear of everything and nothing
this world is beautiful but deadly
it hurts this place physically and mentally
to feel happiness is to know pain intimately...
#love
#rain
#emotions
203 reads
10 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
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
averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
7th Jul 2023 11:49pm
7th Jul 2023 11:49pm
A wet days play
#lust
#sex
#rain
396 reads
4 Comments
averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
7th Jul 2023 11:49pm
7th Jul 2023 11:49pm
A wet days play
#lust
#sex
#rain
396 reads
4 Comments
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