You'd melt me to a puddle,
And stomp through me in boots,
Then politely clean me up,
No wonder I was confused.

A small collection of water,
Weak and backless with no voice,
Stomped through, walked on,
I forgot I had a choice.

Once a passive puddle,
But now I am the rain,
Do you know what rain erases?
The flame.

No more power over me,
I'll choose when I fall,
And by fall I mean pour,
And by pour I mean stand tall.

Odious Wench Oct 16

Splish, Splash
watch us dash.
Jump up come down
Goodbye frown
Freckled clothes of wet
No Sun don't come yet!
Rain, rain, come again
Refill my playground

Crystal Freda Sep 17

Puddles of water
splashes around.
Bundles of rain
falls on the ground.
Sparks of lightning
and roars of thunder
A covering umbrella
keeps us safe under.
Dark clouds
turn to a dark gray.
Sitting inside
for this rainy day.

Poetic T Aug 8

You said you would
               climb mountains
for our love...

But that was then..

Now you will not walk steps
                to hold my hand.
Our mountain is but a puddle.

My tears now linger untrodden...

Poetic T Jun 3

We engaged the engines, collected
the imagery of this place to further
our understanding of a vast pool.

Then we jumped, like a motion of
splashing down ripples silently
unseen fading into the distance.

We saw reflections of ourselves,
of our past, of what maybe our
downfall. We were like pebbles.

Sinking deep within the ocean
of raindrops, we were a grain
in the universe of stones.

We were called puddle jumpers,
splashing down on waters of
the unending universe.

Short one may make it longer later :)
A Psalmist May 31

I used to love jumping in puddles,
Not a care in the world.
I'd splash as big as I could.
Now I avoid them
Because, well, that's what grown-ups do.

Zero Nine May 19

If it's no problem,
please join me.
There's a city outside in the rain.
In the side of an archive coffee shop,
I saw you reading, leaning
-- more like pressing the world away
-- fully removed.

After the shop closed three years later
the weather changed. In the dry dust
the sun burned on the blacked out window,
your face curved more like the sword,
less like the first observed orange light
of hope on the edge of West horizons.
Where are you but in the glass?
But in the mud puddle's flipped throwback?

....
Silverflame Mar 26

Wherever you look she is there, waiting;
beautiful and cold as she is,
for someone to entertain her.

When the sleepy skies yawn away and
his golden locks take the podium,
he can’t help but notice only her.

He invites to dance, so she lifts her skirts high
and puts her transparent hand in his and
together they dance their crystal waltz.

He might entertain her only for a while,
because she will soon perish from something
magically beautiful to just another puddle.


But despite knowing this, she does not mind at all.

court Dec 2016

Everything gave to you is never given back to me
I try to understand your point of view but you know little paranoid me
Taking a puddle and turning it to an ocean so wide

Give the love back, give, give the love back
Give it give it give it all back to me
Give the love back, give, give the love back
Give it give it give it all back to me

Feel something I need to know you care
Just feel something let me know your there
The hollowness I feel can only be filled with your love, oh
Please just, feel something for me

They say time will heal but it also makes the heart grow fonder
The love that breaks me down doesn't make me any more stronger
The denial you have doesn't make our feelings seem any more real

Give the love back, give, give the love back
Give it give it give it all back to me
Give the love back, give, give the love back
Give it give it give it all back to me

Feel something I need to know you care
Just feel something let me know you're there
The hollowness I feel can only be filled with your love, oh
Please just, feel something for me

Heres a song that my friend (Kate Wells) wrote. I love it and I wanted to share :)
kayleenCyr Nov 2016

This morning I woke up to the cool air and the smell of rain that came from my half opened window. The sky way a shade of dark grey, and the mood was gloomy. I leaned forward the window to listen and watch the rain. The small but heavy drops made puddles on my window sill. The sent of coffee brewing peeked through the cracks under my door. And I finally got myself to climb out of my cozy and warm bed.

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