"downpouring" poems
Dazzling displays of downpouring snow
From an ashy and charcoal sky above
Peacefully drifts toward the ground below,
Creating serene scenery I love!
The atmosphere on these quieted streets
Seems rather calm in the still of the night.
During the daylight, even your heartbeat
Could be heard if you might listen just right!
Blanketed are these snowy linen lands
With a sheet colored as white as the moon.
This wint'ry blessing is utterly grand,
It's enough to make me slightly swoon.
I've always found the snowfall enthralling,
I choose to embrace its tempting calling!
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 5:10 AM UTC
I want to
s e
t l
r g
an
the neck of the demon
who pushes me to
be in a state of
r n
e o
b i
ell
toward everything
good and
p l
e u
a f
ce
a
nightmare
eating
love.
Living
cross
exterminated.
The masks that hide your
face may
change
through
downpouring
rain
and days where good
reigns through all, but I can see
thrOugh each one.
I can make out the
image you hide.
Behind
A
Mask,
You
Wake
And
Sleep.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
"She is a crybaby.
Downpouring in her flesh and glory.
Self inflicted in her catastrophes."
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 5:35 AM UTC
The storm that dares
To snap up a bubble
Brews up the thundering
Only to sing out in raining!
Beyond the serene meadows
One still rests in the cool shadow
Swallows the downpouring
just like an ordinary daily dose!
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 8:26 AM UTC
there is a storm
quickly, swiftly, hurling forward.
And you are the first to know,
you are the first to feel it coming,
smell it looming,
taste it's imminent downpouring.
So take cover in your homes
or rush into the open.
Run away, little mouse
Come out to play, mighty lion.
Scream as the storm speaks out for you,
and feel the winds shake the bones of your burrow.
Or embrace the storm as it shapes you.
Feel the wind while it moves the earth beneath you--
while it blows east, west, north and south--
and works to keep you stable.
Cower under covers
while the thunder causes your world to crumble ,
And the lighting catches fire to your yard.
Or come out of your den
and dance.
while the thunder conducts your life's composition,
and the lighting creates a light show
for your nightly festivities.
Come out to play little lion,
Come out to stay,
do not be afraid.
Embrace the storm.
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 2:53 AM UTC
I look at the pictures of us, and it's like looking at a paper graveyard.
The smiles, so frozen in time, so distant and temporary.
My memories are of cut flowers,
laid at the altar of us.
Bright and then fading, losing petals
like prayers scattered over fresh earth.
Your eyes have lost their shine in my mind.
I can barely taste you on my tongue.
My mouth starves at your garden.
As time slips away, the pain becomes like
an old rusty machine
on an abandoned farm.
We disintegrate and decompose.
A gentle thundering rain swallows us
in hazy downpouring sheets.
But a new life is carried
through turbulent groundwater currents.
A sprout, seeking root on fertile ground,
where fleeting moments of new joy
will be captured again and again.
And through the death of the old,
we embrace the birth of the new.
Aug 9, 2021
Aug 9, 2021 at 11:07 AM UTC
Now spilling I grieve
For hourglass sands'
Last grain of denial
Has slipped through my hands
No longer to sift
Timeless, through her strands
As if I were mapping
Some uncharted lands
That drew me so near
To exhuming her chest
X-marking the spot
With secrets confessed
Unearthing the treasures
Of feelings depressed
Removing the locks
As we coalesced
Two beats to appear
Harmonized in this dance
Two bodies entwined
In twist of fate's chance
Two masquerades lifted
Unveiling romance
But of their true faces
A mere passing glance
An image unclear
Made blurry by shame
Forever instilled
As picturesque pain
Shattered too soon to fix
This fragile glass frame
We crashed in the fall
Like downpouring rain
Now after a year
Of splitting apart
How could these torn souls
Glue back to the start
How can you repaint
Two realist a heart
When distance has made them
Estranged abstract art
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 2:06 AM UTC
There’s a monster lurking
Jerking
Working at the chains fixed to the wall
It’s gnawing,
ever sawing
Ever sawing through the gristled gall
And here I am
A traitor
Telling tales
Upon the bristled ball
Oh treason, tongue of daggers, poison apple take the fall!
I stare into the maw.
- - -
I wander through the mists of mourning
Pearls adorning every limb
As tears.
They drop and drip,
they pour in
waves, cascades
they coat my lips as fears
And warnings, death and din
And here I am, a berth of sin
A deer,
the headlights imminent,
the rain downpouring,
glistening and raw;
I stare into the maw.
Nov 5, 2023
Nov 5, 2023 at 1:47 AM UTC
Sometimes i'm okay,
And, i guess, sometimes i'm not.
And sometimes i'm great,
And sometimes, i guess, i'm not.
Sometimes
I'm a sunny day.
I'm all cloudless skies
And blooming flowers
And green, green grass.
And sometimes i'm a starry night.
Usually, i'm a starry night.
And it's not that i'm sad or shutting you out,
It's just that if there's too much light
You can't see the stars.
But sometimes i'm a hurricane.
I'm all heavy downpouring rain
And lightning
And winds that tear everything
And everyone
Down.
I'm so destructive,
Self destructive
But if i said it never hurt anyone else
I'd be lying.
But sometimes,
I guess,
I'm Orion's belt
And Ursa Minor,
And the milky way.
And i'm all stardust and shining planets
And burning hydrogen.
Sometimes, i am beautiful.
And, i guess, sometimes i'm just okay.
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 9:31 PM UTC
Forests and trees
And the shiny morning dew
Brings a quiver to my knees
As if It brings back a dream I once knew
Blooming flowers
And wilting trees
Morning Spring Showers
And sleeping bees
Rippling waters
And a gentle stream
Falling snow glimmering with glow
And downpouring rain that gives the world a clean coat
So to nature I say
With your beauty and grace
You have made my day
And brought a tear down my face
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 10:42 AM UTC