"bombshells" poems - Hello Poetry

Droplets tap the dusty windows Tipping pleasure on the pane Dribbles every time the wind blows Prophesize a hurricane Kisses linger on the backseat Desperate to delight in more Suffocated by the heat, but When it rains, it starts to pour Panic storm that quickly closes Smashing waves upon the sand Tension tearing up the roses Stuttered poems, shaking hands Though the pressure keeps you floating And the ocean licks its shore There's no way of sugarcoating Once it rains, it has to pour Stick a finger in your ceiling Let the plants hang onto youth Sunday jazz, petrichor feeling Hear it tripping on the roof Smell it shifting all around you Leaking through your drying veins Leave your stagnant dragonfly blue Open up into the rain When it rains, it pours I'll blossom being yours Downpour cleans the ***** traffic Rippling madly down the drain Paints the artist something graphic While he's waiting for the train Laughter echoes in the morning Licking soil and clouds to raw From the vision that's been dawning Once you rain, it has to pour Spitting bombshells pelt your raincoat Tears in quiet pools of green Holes inside your getaway boat Water's sweet but can be mean You've avoided all the warfare But the stars rampage for more Douse the thin comfort you still wear Once it rains, it starts to pour Stick a finger in your ceiling Give the plants a thirsty truth Fairy lights and freedom feeling Tunes of our torrential youth Smell it changing all around you Bursting through the shrivelled veins Leave your crippled summertime hue Open up into the rain When it rains, it pours, I'll bloom so much being yours We're a perfect storm, I guess Fire has been stopped with less When it rains it has to pour.

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Oct 29, 2018

Oct 29, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC

lilacdom08

When it rains, it pours

Droplets tap the dusty windows Tipping pleasure on the pane Dribbles every time the wind blows Prophesize a hurricane Kisses linger on the backseat Desperate to delight in more Suffocated by the heat, but When it rains, it starts to pour Panic storm that quickly closes Smashing waves upon the sand Tension tearing up the roses Stuttered poems, shaking hands Though the pressure keeps you floating And the ocean licks its shore There's no way of sugarcoating Once it rains, it has to pour Stick a finger in your ceiling Let the plants hang onto youth Sunday jazz, petrichor feeling Hear it tripping on the roof Smell it shifting all around you Leaking through your drying veins Leave your stagnant dragonfly blue Open up into the rain When it rains, it pours I'll blossom being yours Downpour cleans the ***** traffic Rippling madly down the drain Paints the artist something graphic While he's waiting for the train Laughter echoes in the morning Licking soil and clouds to raw From the vision that's been dawning Once you rain, it has to pour Spitting bombshells pelt your raincoat Tears in quiet pools of green Holes inside your getaway boat Water's sweet but can be mean You've avoided all the warfare But the stars rampage for more Douse the thin comfort you still wear Once it rains, it starts to pour Stick a finger in your ceiling Give the plants a thirsty truth Fairy lights and freedom feeling Tunes of our torrential youth Smell it changing all around you Bursting through the shrivelled veins Leave your crippled summertime hue Open up into the rain When it rains, it pours, I'll bloom so much being yours We're a perfect storm, I guess Fire has been stopped with less When it rains it has to pour.