Poems About Rain by Top Critiquers
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Poems about rain by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Let the rain be me
Girl I know the sun has gone
the clouds have come here all along
rain is your only friend
this storm never ends
I know that winter has a lonely sting
But winter soon gives way to spring
rain is falling tender
life begins with all it's splendor
I know your skies are dark & grey
and the rain comes down all day
rain can be fresh & sweet as I know you are
if you take my hand we'll travel through the stars
Rain is falling tender eternally
Let the rain be me
the clouds have come here all along
rain is your only friend
this storm never ends
I know that winter has a lonely sting
But winter soon gives way to spring
rain is falling tender
life begins with all it's splendor
I know your skies are dark & grey
and the rain comes down all day
rain can be fresh & sweet as I know you are
if you take my hand we'll travel through the stars
Rain is falling tender eternally
Let the rain be me
#lyrics
#motivational
#rain
#rhyming
#sadness
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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
186 reads
10 Comments
Wind Witch
She doesn't need an umbrella
to trace the Wind Witches' route
between flooded crevices of page
They were born of a deluge
their desert emerald quartz
sprouting striped red and purple;
succulent birth of disturbed soil
whose prickly plumage created
sirens in barren wastelands
Mercury rises, his molten heat
fries floral axils to the bone
leaving skeletal thistles bleached
A zephyr snaps immigrant spines ...
to trace the Wind Witches' route
between flooded crevices of page
They were born of a deluge
their desert emerald quartz
sprouting striped red and purple;
succulent birth of disturbed soil
whose prickly plumage created
sirens in barren wastelands
Mercury rises, his molten heat
fries floral axils to the bone
leaving skeletal thistles bleached
A zephyr snaps immigrant spines ...
#nature
#hope
#dreams
#rain
#books
994 reads
17 Comments
Unconditional
I'm dying and I'm happy.
I lie on the bed watching the rain through the window as it greets the trees,the ground,my home.
It says hello to each in a slightly different voice but not with different amounts of love.
I'm dying and I'm happy.
The rain makes it so.
And
Now it gently whispers
That it's time for me to go.
I lie on the bed watching the rain through the window as it greets the trees,the ground,my home.
It says hello to each in a slightly different voice but not with different amounts of love.
I'm dying and I'm happy.
The rain makes it so.
And
Now it gently whispers
That it's time for me to go.
#death
#happiness
#rain
51 reads
3 Comments
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
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RAIN'S TRICKLING SOUND
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#sex
#erotic
#rain #rhyming
#rain #rhyming
300 reads
4 Comments
~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
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4 Comments
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
85 reads
4 Comments
Storm
In the night your electricity
flashes upon my vein's doorsteps.
Your thunder's roar roams
my brain's craving cortex.
You are here.
No longer protected by just near.
Rain thrashes my ground,
liquid lust.
Flashing, roaring, drenching.
Invitationless.
Away blows my dress,
naked plains of flesh.
To receive your storm.
My deep soul severely
transformed.
flashes upon my vein's doorsteps.
Your thunder's roar roams
my brain's craving cortex.
You are here.
No longer protected by just near.
Rain thrashes my ground,
liquid lust.
Flashing, roaring, drenching.
Invitationless.
Away blows my dress,
naked plains of flesh.
To receive your storm.
My deep soul severely
transformed.
#lust
#rain
#storm
210 reads
15 Comments
MY FAVORITE RAINBOW COLOR
As the storm rages
and the billows roar
and the wind sings
its own songs;
as promised the storm
passes, the sky starts
to clear, the birds begin
to sing and harvest their meal;
and there, as promised,
is the rainbow with its
amazing hues: yellow, green,
crimson, and blue all perfectly
painted by the hands of nature;
as the sun shines behind the
rare work of art, I am fascinated
by my favorite color, blue...why?
I'll tell you why after the next storm.
and the billows roar
and the wind sings
its own songs;
as promised the storm
passes, the sky starts
to clear, the birds begin
to sing and harvest their meal;
and there, as promised,
is the rainbow with its
amazing hues: yellow, green,
crimson, and blue all perfectly
painted by the hands of nature;
as the sun shines behind the
rare work of art, I am fascinated
by my favorite color, blue...why?
I'll tell you why after the next storm.
#rain
#storm
#rainbow #wind
#rainbow #wind
506 reads
3 Comments
Kill the Pain
surrendered to
the elements
earth below
storms above
i lay, i pray
kill the pain
reign over me
rain through me
cleanse this body
heal my bones
cold as stone
kill the pain
clouds release
soul breaks free
surrendered to
the elements
i embrace the
purging power of
the cold october rain
the elements
earth below
storms above
i lay, i pray
kill the pain
reign over me
rain through me
cleanse this body
heal my bones
cold as stone
kill the pain
clouds release
soul breaks free
surrendered to
the elements
i embrace the
purging power of
the cold october rain
#rain
#storm
972 reads
32 Comments
Mood and Rain
Mood
Rain
Gouache
Abstract
Study
Street
Avenue
Boulevard
Your
Town
Rain
Gouache
Abstract
Study
Street
Avenue
Boulevard
Your
Town
#identity
#rain
#art
#philosophical
#emotions
383 reads
14 Comments
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