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Colm May 2017
Forget not
That at the lowest part of the humble path
Resides the divot
Which concurs and divides
Not passing feet
But yearns to keep the honest truth
Which is bestowed upon the earth
By means of rain
Teeming with life and oxygen
How it tries to keep itself within
Both without fail, and with inevitability
Because the water will certainly soak or sway
But the divot itself will forever stay
Embedded in the earthly clay
Beneath our walking feet
So forget not to tread lightly, ever so
On this, the placid soil underneath
Because the rain is a blessing. Ever to be appreciated.
Lizzie May 2017
It’s a lovely morning
Though the clouds hang low
The world a grey canvas
And sprinkled with snow

It’s a lovely midnoon
Though the plants are gone
And the birds flown south
Along with their song

It’s a lovely evening
Though the air is cold
Darkness taking over
The setting sun grown old

It’s a lovely nighttime
Though the stars do sleep
And the howling wind
In every crack it creeps

It’s a lovely fam’ly
In this cozy home
Laughing by the fire
Where seeds of love are sown
Wrote this is geometry class awhile back on a rainy, dreary day. It's not my favorite, but I like the pictures.
Trupoetry May 2017
Rainy days in Cleveland look like regret
They take the joy out of a 70Degree day
Like an empty Christmas present
It’s about as romantic as an ex Boyfriend’s third chance at failing you
But if you look closely
The rain drops aren’t committing suicide
They are sky diving from the clouds
Awaiting their first impression with the grass
They yearn to be soaked up by the Earth
The same way my eyes freeze in yours like a game of tag
Did your heart feel mine tap its shoulder when I whispered you were it?
Are you tired of how good I am at hiding? No matter how long you count
How I appear to be invisible then suddenly I touch base
I rarely ever play games I haven’t studied the rules of…
But sometimes love is like a fake leg cramp in a basketball game
Between a pro athlete and his little sister
Sometimes love; knowing it can beat us, humbles itself so we too can feel like winners <333
Snotty VX Apr 2017
Foggy weather blues
Allergies cause me to sneeze
Dead leaves and damp grass
Raquel E Mar 2017
lift your finger
     to reach the flames
       that will fall someday
         while the glow-worms
            merge with the stars
            I will melt with my heat
           the rain you'll see tonight
          will be me melting the sky
        so you can sweet-dream
      on marshmallow-covered
    streets everytime I see you
  under the rain I close my
umbrella
Pax Jan 2017
There are days
inside the shelter of my core
it rained and most days are cloudy.
In my core I’ve wish the sun would shine
at day, and the star will glow at night, after
a
l
l
*
t
h
i
s
time
it never did
anymore
like before.
i still have lots to learn in this concrete poetry thingy, because i really wanted to formed it like an umbrella, looks like i failed, it looks like a lampshade...sigh...thanks for reading.
Alan S Bailey Jan 2017
It doesn't matter what I say
And it doesn't matter what they know,
Tomorrow for me will be a rainy day
After they're through sending me where
No one even knows I may go.

And no matter what happens to me,
You'll be fine-fancy free,
You're all the same, just looking for something
Or someone that looks just like me to blame,
No one would hurt you just the same.

*And what was the point for this madness
That won't ever come to an end?
No attempt to find a way to ease the tension?
Why can't peace between us ever begin?
So you can always be certain you'll always win.
Colm Jan 2017
Rain…
Down…
Hear the sound of my voice as it
Pounds…
Out…
In the rain hear the words as they
Are…
Now…
Mere reminders of who we once
Were...
And how…
There is no time left waiting for
Us…
Now…
So as the voices of rain ever fall
Down…
Would you honor me with your
Reply?
Now?
https://rainymood.com/
Sirena Martinez Dec 2016
I drop the lemon soda
But the tears will not fall
in fear the ground will break
and my memories on the cement
my thoughts flowing through the air
as you stand where I left you,
the fizzing soda where I dropped it
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