#rain poems on Hello Poetry

kortu valentine 1m

you sit sentinel,
ears tilted toward
the quiet hush of rain
as the world falters,
holding her breath,
listening to your heart
as it painfully breaks.

you can’t go outside.
the colours of the garden
and the field,
even your mousies hide,
waiting for the storm to pass.

a tiny king
with a kingdom
he cannot touch.

this one is about my cat, ares, watching the rain from his window.

#cats #catpoem #rain #autumn #storm #heartbreak #raindrops #captured #king #kingdom

Hussein Dekmak 1d

Like a flower

Like a flower, you are ever spring, ever fresh, and ever beautiful.
Like a flower, you are wrapped in hidden secrets and elegance.

Like a flower, you are the song of rain, wind, snow, and melodious birds.
Like a flower, you are the start of new life, a new day, and a renewed promise.

Like a flower, you are the source of peace, love, and inspiration.
Like a flower, you radiate the fragrance of sweetness, humility, and giving.

Like a flower, you are the beginning and the end of every romantic poem

Hussein Dekmak

#flower #wrapped #song #rain #snow #birds #fragrance #poem

Anais Vionet 2d

pupil

I am a student in Paris, a med-school freshman, one of the crowd.
This week is all introductions, orientation functions and instructions.
“Settle in, get your books, parking passes and find your classes.”
I got my ID - I’m a Vip in the bourgeoisie - does that look like me?

Freshmen join a ‘buddy program’ so things seem less hostile
I met my buddy last week, she’s the consummate boss - effortlessly busy.
She’s got my folder (oh my), full of check-lists. I’ve yet to see her smile.
She’s a third year, from Chamonix, a town in the jagged Alps, near Italy.

If you want me, right after classes, I’ll be at Les Deux Parisiens,
a shaded coffee shop across from school that feels like a garden.
They have everything - from coffee to pizza and martinis - it’s awesome.
For 17€ : try the ‘La Campione,’ pizza with beef and chorizo (sausage)

I am a student in the misty rain, stepping carefully on cobblestones
- they pool water geometrically - I’m heading home (6 Av.) walking alone.
Nothing’s still, classes end at noon - it’s the city, sidewalk’s are full, Ubers uber, mopeds mope, bikers bike, people scatter, umbrellaless commuters.

I haven’t made any new friends yet - I’m not worried - I’m just beginning.
.
.
Songs for this:
Day Tripper by MonaLisa Twins
Café Europa by Quadro Nuevo
Count Contessa by Azealia Banks & Lone [E]
Robinson Crusoe by Art of Noise

BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 09/13/25:
Consummate = of the highest degree or accomplished.

6 Av. = what I’ll call Grandmère’s hôtel particulier

#paris #cobblestones #rain #school #classes #pizzas #humor

Reece 2d

Monochromatic Shade of Grey

Sometimes when I look outside,
And see the Sun drowned by dark clouds,
I can’t help,
But feel my mood being dragged down.
Some days are shrouded in a,
Monochromatic shade of grey,
And at times, while it might not be ideal,
It’s okay.
The Sun will find its time to shine someday.
However,
When that melancholy grey takes over,
I can feel my heart take a dive,
Darker thoughts creep into my mind.
“Are you being proficient at life?
Or are you wasting your time?
Your accomplishments mean slim to none,
In the grand scheme.
It won’t help you run,
From the inevitably closing gap between,
You and responsibility.”
It comes fast,
It lasts,
It doesn’t just come to pass,
One lap.
It stays,
And it won’t ever go away.
Oh, what thoughts can be stirred from a monochromatic shade of grey.

There's something about prolonged cloudy weeks that both drag my mood down and makes me feel at peace. Another strange paradox of mine.

#short #monochromatic #grey #cloudy #stormy #storm #rain #depressing #introspective

AUSTIN 3d

soil, seeds, and water

high above
the the trees,
i accept this
new timeline

take some soil; earth,
cover your town,
plant the seeds and
bury back into the earth

let your tears be
the rain
that fertilizes your dreams

-a poem about hope

#hope #addiction #mindset #rain #earth

MuseumofMax Nov 2021

Rainy Days

I remember how you made life fun despite the consequences

Everyday became an adventure-
and every bad time just a passing treasure

“Leave a message after the beep”

That was what the phone used to say-
when you were away and money was tight,

I would pretend you were there and talk anyways,

because a little girl without her mom
gives her rainy days…

#mom #family #life #rain

Hebert Logerie 5d

Violence Rains In The Streets

The doors of the churches and the schools are closed.
No decent people are on the streets,
Where we see sad crimes and horrible abuses.
Many windshields are broken by badly thrown stones.
Violence rains in the streets and in the corridors;
No dogs or cats dared to vent outside.
A few meager birds, on the branches, stare with disdain
And amazement several thugs and charlatans with masked faces.
It is sad to see these heinous crimes. How awful!
There is a hostile war? One wonders which party will win?
We can hear the voice of an old man coming somewhere
Who shouts faintly, "We are all poor victims, sad tramps,
Who are committing suicide for bad politicians, for misers. "
Not too far, we can see a crazy woman with a close friend,
Both in rags. It's a nightmarish image that proves
That the country has become a hell on earth. On the radio, they say
That some ships of the United States Navy are in the harbor.
What are they doing on our territory? We flee,
Or we do not flee? We cannot. Everyone is in prison.
Violence snows blood on the streets of a tropical country, where fear
Reigns. Children do not dare to play in the streets, where terror
Hisses like snakes, like machine guns of the enraged demons.
No war is civil or civilized; war among the same people is also violent
And nefarious. My God, things are very bad in the streets nearby.
Violence is raining and everyone is crying. Victims are everywhere at bay,
Waiting for the arrival of the good angels, who shall come perhaps in a few months.

Copyright © June 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.

This is a translation of the poem La Violence Pleut Dans Les Rues by Hebert Logerie

#violence #rain #war #gangs #streets #crimes #love #peace #impunity #freedom