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Cné May 2017
Raindrops part with lover's walk
beneath the dreary skies.
A secret shared of our desires
the bond between the eyes.

Fingers clasped with racing hearts
their footsteps briefly pause.
He turns and gentle lifts her face,
a breath, he deeply draws.

He speaks to her of love so deep
which time cannot affect.
The only union of its kind
no mortal can deject.

And since the test of time has passed
conceding, she reveals.
Her soul is ever bound to his
and through a kiss conceals.
Rae May 2017
Memories of you
Collect
Like raindrops on
A downward *****

I know that
Soon enough

I will drown.
rose May 2017
This morning
everything is
~-laced-~
with raindrops
and sunlight
idk what this is but I wrote this yesterday after a rainfall.
everything was so beautiful and I had to write something
p.s. if anyone has a better name for the poem comment below
thx
winter sakuras Mar 2017
i don't have to
make you love me

and i'll say three words,
not the ones everyone expects.

stay with me

i don't need you
to kiss me

or run your hands
through my hair,

i just want
to look at you,

to burn the image of your smile
into the back of my mind

so that whenever
i close my eyes,
i only see you

stay with me

i don't need for you
to give me your love

i can keep going,
one foot after the other

when you hold her hand
and give her
your heart,

but i just want
the parts of you that last,

the parts
that go beyond
heart shaped chocolate and red valentines

the parts
that go beyond
perfectly polished fireplace mantles
and neatly trimmed hedges,

the parts
that go beyond
good times and good time friends
and never letting go,

i just want the parts
that are
the raindrops,
of your soul

stay with me

i don't need you to say
those three words
everyone expects you to,

i don't even need
to hold your hand,

i only need to feel you,

i only need to know you,

i only need for you
to be
the parts of me,

the parts that last,

and,

i only need for you to

*stay with me
and she will
be loved
Jennifer Buzzell Feb 2017
on this blank white page,
my emotions flow,
shine and glow
'till the emptiness imbibes my thoughts  
like raindrops after a drought
I  remember, tears are pockets of sorrow and pain
After 6 years, You teached me to let them rain
I believe in something now; once they dry, the healing begins

Distance is a slow asphyxiation,
A chaos that requires all of my attention
But If you were here, i would read your eyes
I would look beyond your flesh and see beneath your bones to finally fall in love with the beauty mess that you have inside
Then i would go back to your eyes, swim and drown into them
i would find all the words that were
never really said,
and i assure you, if you were here,  we would be more than alive
To my bestfriend ✉️
Agas Waluya Jan 2017
I kissed the drop of the ice
Like your tears that never stop
I should have hold your corpse
Instead of giving it to another man
Grayscale and a forceful kiss

I should have warmed you with my love
But now you're gone and I act though
I can't smell the petrichor anymore
My sense had gone walk past that door

The mist that used to makes me shivered
Now just a thin air that whispered
I have lost you in a rainy day like this
Your raindrops were warm and salty
*And now I am buried with  guilt
Phoebe Hynes Dec 2016
You came to me in what I thought was a dream,
but it was actually the mundane,
and the secrets my conscious brain,
was keeping from me.

You were a part of reality all along,
it's just taken me a bit to realize it.
Sunlight can be blinding,
and raindrops are more obvious.
Alias Nov 2016
​It's not where you come from
It's not where you've been
It's not your bad choices
Nor the guilt that flushes in

It's not the people staring
Nor the thoughts in your head
It's not the voices saying
That you're better off dead.

It's the people that's around you
The people that you know
It's the songs that's on repeat
And the poems you read alone

It's the sun rising in the morning
And it's the raindrops splashing to the ground
It's the love that which surrounds you
And the home that you have found.
I found a home. It's not a place, it's not a "somewhere", it's someone.
Lunar Nov 2016
Raindrops are the
guilty tears
of the sky.
She thinks that
everything bad
that happens
underneath her fold
is her fault.
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