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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8 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
370 reads
14 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
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3 Comments
RAIN'S TRICKLING SOUND
#sex
#erotic
#rain #rhyming
#rain #rhyming
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4 Comments
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
157 reads
10 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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Fire and Rain
Your praying for God to send the rain.
Who then prayed for God to send the fire?
Perhaps God's just a faith for hire.!
Who then prayed for God to send the fire?
Perhaps God's just a faith for hire.!
#fire
#rain
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4 Comments
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
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12 Comments
primitive spirit
dance with me on a thundercloud
while the skies burst their seams
spin me across lightning bolts
as night spreads her wings
cobalt smudges bearing grudges
stomp the evening pale
leaving their darkened mark
as daylight meekly slips away
as flashes strobe through shadowed patches
touch my upturned face
kiss me
here
in the heart of the tempest
breathing deeply of my rapture
torn between the caution I've always practiced
and throwing myself to the wind
where gales wrap passion around...
while the skies burst their seams
spin me across lightning bolts
as night spreads her wings
cobalt smudges bearing grudges
stomp the evening pale
leaving their darkened mark
as daylight meekly slips away
as flashes strobe through shadowed patches
touch my upturned face
kiss me
here
in the heart of the tempest
breathing deeply of my rapture
torn between the caution I've always practiced
and throwing myself to the wind
where gales wrap passion around...
#rain
#storm
#dance
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4 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
960 reads
32 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
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15 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
108 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Rain by Top Critiquers