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#drenched
This dew-drenched rosebud Ignites in me a fire Hard to extinguish.
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May 4
May 4, 2026 at 8:04 PM UTC
Dew-Drenched Rosebud
in a downpour of rain. the world fades away in a flash of white. the rain slants and drizzles, Beginning to fill the gaps of potholes. And crooked cracks left empty against the pavement. the drivers behind the wheels of their cars turn their windshield wipers on high, to no avail. Their wipers constantly beaded down, covered white. Fading away. the downpour is too heavy. the rain is too heavy. It's thuds bead down against the metal car roofs. my heart too sways in the wind. Pinged and drenched, caught in the downpour of how your heart's whispers have turned to screams. rain-soaked tears unveiled to fill the gaps of all things missing. including the distance between you and I. Soon, I too will errupt and overflow. Fading away in a flash of white
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Jul 9, 2024
Jul 9, 2024 at 6:54 PM UTC
Downpour
They saw world through closed eyes In explanation Had grown up too fast Eyes traumatized Sights not meant for such young Supple bodies But never opening to realize I am not her The rain that drenched her as a young lady barely grazed me Maybe I have closed eyes to thank for that
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Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 6:02 AM UTC
Closed Eyes
What I still and will continue to love about your eyes are... the multitudes of hues and moods embedded within Gripping abundant roots of attractive backwoods and memorable fruits beside a glass of sweating beer that is on its way to finding room temperature To name a short plethora of goods Not to mention but rhyming about  Emotions that ensue from a few all inclusive spring rays shining into branches of oak and cedar needles painting shadowy sharps on the   greening blades cast out under and around them Summery flares shot between the solar sparking luminescence Shutters of blue steam breathing when winter is  looming and when it has come I don’t even need to mention fall since I would wager Mother Nature stole every grade and color from your visionary pair of awareness Like a psychedelic alchemist enhancing each wordless life form into artistry From her droppers of autumn in associated definition anyone sees when thinking of the 3rd quarter From trickling infrequency of leaves falling spread out on course with all end-of-the-line runnings of any pillow top creek sweeping across the horizon tiring out in a dry bed of mossy river rock These are what I still and will continue to love about your eyes and the day will come when someone will ask   requesting me not to write about them again Opens the arsenal for the most tragically moving poetic scribblings leaving their ring in the dust with her silent questioning “What in the **** and The meaninglessness of their dollars spent
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Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 12:57 PM UTC
Her Eyes to Poetry in 2020
What I still and will continue to love about your eyes are... the multitudes of hues and moods embedded within Gripping abundant roots of attractive backwoods and memorable fruits beside a glass of sweating beer that is on its way to finding room temperature To name a short plethora of goods Not to mention but rhyming about  Emotions that ensue from a few all inclusive spring rays shining into branches of oak and cedar needles painting shadowy sharps on the   greening blades cast out under and around them Summery flares shot between the solar sparking luminescence Shutters of blue steam breathing when winter is  looming and when it has come I don’t even need to mention fall since I would wager Mother Nature stole every grade and color from your visionary pair of awareness Like a psychedelic alchemist enhancing each wordless life form into artistry From her droppers of autumn in associated definition anyone sees when thinking of the 3rd quarter From trickling infrequency of leaves falling spread out on course with all end-of-the-line runnings of any pillow top creek sweeping across the horizon tiring out in a dry bed of mossy river rock These are what I still and will continue to love about your eyes and the day will come when someone will ask   requesting me not to write about them again Opens the arsenal for the most tragically moving poetic scribblings leaving their ring in the dust with her silent questioning “What in the **** and The meaninglessness of their dollars spent
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My Heart is Drenched in Why’s :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: climb to my listening post, poet-on-the-roof, willing every step, climb way up to the top of the stairs, entrance marked POETRY, courtesy of the bldg. super, an olden friend, a concerned citizen, humorist, human, somedays nurse to his corona haloed tenants. the view of the ****** not laudatory, visible in a 360  degree perspective is of city grunched, scrunched,  covered in in silent spoke poems, overused views, words that don’t change a thing, for my heart sees only dimly, being that my disheartened vision is drenched, diminished, disabled by and in why’s. ask seer~super what rhymes with why, smiling, an instantaneous poetry helper, having created, an officiel expert, as in everything, reply’s  “why, why most famously rhymes with, why, everyone knows is try!” so I try, three times, try, try, try again to puzzle why, my heart is drenched in magenta, who has willed this, not I, my distilled voice, wants, does roof shout, but try as I might, the reverb of unanswered is the slap of more drenching, quiet silencing, and the weightiness of too many weightless words returned stamped “no forwarding address, and we know not why.”
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Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 5:25 PM UTC
My Heart is Drenched in Why
The strings of tears from the skies, fall on the earth, as she sheds away, her sorrows on to the bodies, of the flora into the soil, bestowing life through her tears. While I gaily tread the grass, drenched, in her tears of life
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May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 12:42 AM UTC
TEARS OF LIFE
Only Friday makes me shudder again with life Awakens my spirit yet only for a brief time It comes, a brink of hope onto desires Of beautiful possibilities Only now have I settled into someone’s arms And Friday is the safe day Of falling in that place again It seems a meeting point of time now When the lovers reunite again Separated by the week long It is where the wait ends Longing for the cover, shed of human heart Being drenched with insecurities It is time to fill it with warmth
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Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 2:05 AM UTC
The Relief of Friday
Dew drenched rose petels, Winter’s perfect deception, Season’s seduction!
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Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
Deception for seduction
As a drenched, drowned bee Hangs numb and heavy from a bending flower, So clings to me My baby, her brown hair brushed with wet tears And laid against her cheek; Her soft white legs hanging heavily over my arm Swinging heavily to my movements as I walk. My sleeping baby hangs upon my life, Like a burden she hangs on me. She has always seemed so light, But now she is wet with tears and numb with pain Even her floating hair sinks heavily, Reaching downwards; As the wings of a drenched, drowned bee Are a heaviness, and a weariness.
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Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC
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Expressing my feelings for you, it worries me. How would you take it? Is it awkward? Are you annoyed or flattered? I don't need you to feel the same. I just need you to understand, what I say, feel, mean. Drenched in two tones. Both full of love.
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:46 PM UTC
Love
I write because the paper listens to the tears and laughter of my soul like blood pumping though my vanes seeping ink drips down the damp pages as I write across every straight line the messy confused bottled up thoughts turn into questions running through my head high above my neck it sits holding it all in just think of what my brain is going through my pen may scribble to fill the page with words written from my soul yet it transforms all my thoughts never before told my pen takes hold of the paper as I hold the flow of my thoughts floating through the lines on each page riding the waves of concept that takes flight thoughts are like birds so many in groups bunched together one by one loose feathers drop here and there falling out of line yet finds its place ether speaking in flight or written in words the paper listens that's why I write my words can hit instantly as you can see I have to jot them down as they spark.. or they just might fly away from me I write because the paper listens for inspiration it can vanish so quickly sometimes my thoughts may flow fast if I stop in the middle I lose the imagery causing my pen to trip over words leaving behind a big mess of typos then the bad grammar is exposed my pen may scribble to fill the page with words written from my soul yet it transforms all my thoughts never before told just to let you know my words can hit instantly that's just how I be most of my writings are free style poetry my mind possess the tempo as each poem I write grows I the poet hum silently as my ink of harmony flows from my quenching desire my mind and fingers they think much faster than me unleashing unspoken thoughts silent for too long I can not be the paper listens and gets drenched with thoughts of my hot to the touch written emotions curved creatively
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Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 2:24 PM UTC
Curved Creatively
I write because the paper listens to the tears and laughter of my soul like blood pumping though my vanes seeping ink drips down the damp pages as I write across every straight line the messy confused bottled up thoughts turn into questions running through my head high above my neck it sits holding it all in just think of what my brain is going through my pen may scribble to fill the page with words written from my soul yet it transforms all my thoughts never before told my pen takes hold of the paper as I hold the flow of my thoughts floating through the lines on each page riding the waves of concept that takes flight thoughts are like birds so many in groups bunched together one by one loose feathers drop here and there falling out of line yet finds its place ether speaking in flight or written in words the paper listens that's why I write my words can hit instantly as you can see I have to jot them down as they spark.. or they just might fly away from me I write because the paper listens for inspiration it can vanish so quickly sometimes my thoughts may flow fast if I stop in the middle I lose the imagery causing my pen to trip over words leaving behind a big mess of typos then the bad grammar is exposed my pen may scribble to fill the page with words written from my soul yet it transforms all my thoughts never before told just to let you know my words can hit instantly that's just how I be most of my writings are free style poetry my mind possess the tempo as each poem I write grows I the poet hum silently as my ink of harmony flows from my quenching desire my mind and fingers they think much faster than me unleashing unspoken thoughts silent for too long I can not be the paper listens and gets drenched with thoughts of my hot to the touch written emotions curved creatively
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Endless thoughts swim inside my head as I drift into a lyrical sea. Emotions surge in rhythmic waves as sublime ideas flood the pages. Paper drenched in melodic verse, passion gushes and I'm engulfed, drowning in the whispers of my soul as the ink flows from my pen
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 6:19 PM UTC
Endless Thoughts
On the wheels, I whirl, I spin, I move Clouds too whirl, then darkness spins A lightning bolt, then the deafening sound, Then it pours, N the fire flies go dim I dont amble, I dont whisk Opening my hand, gawking above, I dont decline Three winks! Drenched n detached from the me wrenching myself, I wheel as  "The Lance Armstrong" Heavy pours invite a stroll Cats and Dogs pouring down dismay Rats, ROFL! Oust as Prince Zuko, I stroll Surrendering myself to  the Zephyr Same trail but with ****** looks Hypnotic green, drenched, raise me to the Oblivion Shimmering in the distant are two dim lights N I ***** like " The Supertramp" Beginning of the ultimate inception, I touch Extending my arms to the cries of sky Dont know the destination of this alley Trying to think what 'm anticipating Though without any charge on my shoulders Flickering in the near distant are two lights I hike as " The Aron" 'm I tears, I dont know Even the silence has sulked Nothing's in my head Green n Brown, Pink n Purple hues Repose the folioles, within Distant lights are passing by now I stride as " The me" To the Aisle, where birds peep, cheep, chirp, quaver, tweet n warble From the stroll to the stride 's a short walk of hues n blues The fringes have passed by Arena's clear n so 'm I.
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Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 7:10 PM UTC
Stroll to Stride
i walk home in rain my hood down, my face exposed hair is drenched when done
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Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC
soaking (haiku)
The rain pours It fills every crevice and crack It patters off the window panes and the broken hearted The chilled air blankets over the drowned bringing goosebumps to delicate skin It pours, swallows, and masks. The rain falls and the broken are rain drenched.
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Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 11:13 AM UTC
Rain Drenched
It started to rain From where we stood A sudden change of mood I reached out my hand But it was left cold Under the water I roll up my sleeve Sand poured It was time for you to leave
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 12:35 PM UTC
Drenched
My knees always ache when it rains. It feels like thunderstorms down there. Imbriferous skies quake and pour. In rows of misery below, black umbrellas and grim faces held in raincoat hoods move up and down the hill slopes. Impluvious bodies move as a current – up and then down, up and then down – carving new streams of black into the long grass. Officers clothed in raincoats and trash bags tug at the leashes of baying bloodhounds, slipping in the mud. I sit in the spindrift – the icy pinprick of the heavy rain turning my face raw. Splashes of mud freckle my pink cheeks. The rain flogs every black umbrella to a monotonous rhythm. Thunder rolls like a rock avalanche into a mountain creek. Corn stalks and men alike are bent beneath sheets of rain. Flashes of light across the sky smell like Sulphur. The earth a deafening drone, continuous, never-ending, and in that drone swept the black umbrellas and raincoats, one by one, two by two, shifting, streaming, flowing stern-faced and wretched. From the top of the hills they pour, pooling and spreading out into the fields like a black river. A river of desperate life, searching for the dead.
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Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 3:30 AM UTC
Human River
i'm a mess inside and out i'm searching for serendipity but all i have left is drenched emotions and crumpled up papers on my floor filled with ink blots and scribbles my eyes burn from tears my heart aches i shake as i pour myself another drink of whatever is left in the cabinet i down it like the 2 tablespoons of medicine my mother used to make me take when my stomach hurt but right now, everything hurts they say everyone needs to feel pain it reminds us we're alive but if being alive is the equivalent to feeling the sharp knife in my heart over and over again i might as well be dead
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC
untitled
A smile a day Keeps the rain away, But sometimes I just want to get wet.
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Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC
Rain, Rain, Don't Go Away
*The clouds welcomed the morning With a heavy heart they float around Gloom smeared across the canopy Carrying the tales of sorrows from afar Written all over the annals of the sky A heavy heart, it can longer carry Waiting for an audience to share their story Every word raining across the valley A lone audience drenched in somber moments*
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Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 9:26 AM UTC
Cloudy Morning
Dense, dreary clouds roll Drenched under the grey, I watch Gloom bring forth new life.
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 6:01 AM UTC
Between Raindrops
Hiding under the colorful umbrellas, We are all gloomy cindrellas. Staring at the pools of water, One splash, and we are ready to slaughter! ***** laces, Scornful faces, Such a wonderful rain, But, we are all dashing for the train. "What's the matter? Let's take a stop for some chatter." "Come on! I don't wanna get late! You should rush too, my mate! Look what the rain has done, Ruined my beautiful jacket, my one and the only one!" "Ah! Such a delightful weather, And all you care about is your leather?! Here take my umbrella, I want to drench like a mad fellah!" Then, I let my head out, Popped out like a new sprout, Rain sprayed, some sugar and salt, Rush hour came to a halt. One tiny drop flowed down my brow, And heard me take a whispered vow, "Never will I take another umbrella, Every time it rains it will be a new novella!!"
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Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC
Out in the Rain