"raincloud" poems
sometimes you're the sun on a bright and sunny day
and sometimes you're a raincloud on a gloomy day
but nonetheless they are both needed for flowers to grow
under your feet
I've seen the worst of your thunderstorms
and the best of your radiant days where you shine the brightest
and I choose both
because I love you nonetheless
and I will be the rainbow after your storm
and the stars that will keep you company at night
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC
In the twilight zephyrs
under milky way skies
I stroll beside my peacock plumed God
Along the banks of the Yamuna river
with captivating charm
He teaches me
the Language of Love
Honeybees buzz around us
even though the coral pink
sun has melted into a
puddle of nectar at
His silken lotus Feet
and all the flowers have
folded their drowsy petals
raven heavens raise their
ebony veils and a
chorus of rhapsodic stars
chant Krishna's glorious name
I feel His raincloud blue face
close to mine
lightning from His eyes
strikes my Soul
...and We dance...
A trillion psychedelic umbrellas
whirling, dazzling Sufi circles
beneath the Golden parasol
of God's enormous
Love
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Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 9:25 PM UTC
I’m your favorite kind of rain
That goes down a drain slowly like I can
Mimic your movements
Simply by asking you how you feel
Now, it doesn’t rain your favorite all the time
Most of the time I get this extra burden
But you’re my umbrella that’s keeping me dry
From stress, anger and despair
Pouring out from a raincloud called, “Thing’s I don’t want to face today”
Let it pour
I know you’ll cover me from my problems
As long as I hold you up from yours
Jan 18, 2011
Jan 18, 2011 at 11:20 PM UTC
“You’re going to do it my way.”
And that is what’s wrong with the entire education system in the United States.
From a very early age, we’re taught that there’s only one way to do things. Only one way to learn to read, to write, to ride a bike. Everything must be done at a certain age. Not earlier, not later. And it all must be done one way.
I remember when I was taught how to write, that was probably the worst year of my life. There are plenty of adults I know now that can’t write half as well as I did then. But my teacher criticized and marked me down for each little mistake, and by the end of the year, when report cards came out, I got a check mark for not being as neat and beautiful as she thought I should be. But who is to tell an eight-year old that her hand writing is bad. That the loops at the ends of her a’s are wrong, after all she’s just being creative.
Every year the teachers give the whole “poetry is about being creative and expressing how you feel” speech.
Well do you want to know how I really feel. I feel like that unit is a load of crap. Because right after they tell you all about that, they give you directions on how you have to write a poem, counting out each individual syllable and making them rhyme. But I want things not to rhyme, I want to make someone cry by rhyming sunshine with raincloud and summer with winter and smile with tear. I want each stanza, wait, why should I even use stanzas if I don’t need them? I can have a million lines if I wanted because that’s what poetry is.
And art doesn’t have to be in the lines of the paper. Art isn’t meant to be taught, it’s meant to be experienced, learned, felt, made. Just because they colors don’t seem to “complement” or “represent” or “contrastment”. I’ll distemper you, too bad I don’t know what that means because I didn’t pay attention in your class.
And they teach you to do everything in your head, so as not to speak your mind, so when you get older you can keep opinions to yourself and fall below a power that is supposed to be above you.
There’s a problem with education. It’s that teachers have been taught the same thing they teach us without trying to change a thing.
Aug 1, 2011
Aug 1, 2011 at 9:02 PM UTC
Within the lotus pink petals
of my tear soaked *****
He has hidden His splendor
Under a raincloud the color
of His peacock skin
camouflaged
He waits
Darling Giridhari
I have driven the tenacious, evil
bats of hatred, envy, anger and
greed from the tall steel towers, belfry
of my mind
Nectarine incense of prayer
and contemplation on You
burns day and night on the altar
of my penitent heart
Ceaselessly my breath does not
hesitate to chant Your divine name
From these eyes the Yamuna river
pours and floods its banks
while I wait for You to
dance with me
Every season is an endless Winter
without your warm Spring embrace
snow drifts pursue and threaten to bury
the tender shoots of love
Hurry Hari Krishna
pull this poison cupid's arrow
from Your devotee's
smitten heart
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 12:47 AM UTC
Wind and air.
Sun and cloud.
Sound of despair.
Rainclouds.
Dilemma.
Raincloud.
My grandma.
Raincloud loud.
Sadness and empathy.
Rainclouds.
All for my granny and me.
I'm proud.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 1:53 AM UTC
I don't want you to miss me
Like an arm or a lung.
I would miss you like that
If you hated me, if you were gone,
And maybe you'd feel
The same.
But away as you are
Reluctantly,
Briefly,
In love and in faith,
I hope you miss me smaller,
Lighter,
Warmer.
I want missing me to go with you wherever you are
Not like a raincloud or a looming shadow
But like
Like a small love note
A little slip of paper, almost inconsequential,
Something you see and smile and think,
"I'll keep this."
Something you fold up small and slide into the bottom of your coat pocket
And fiddle with whenever you're bored or lonely
And maybe sometimes you forget it, maybe it doesn't always catch your notice
But then the wind blows and in the cold you push your hands
Deep into those pockets
And your fingers brush the thought of me and how I love you
And a smile spreads across your face.
Maybe you take it out and look it over,
And then decide to put it back so that can happen
All over again.
I want you to miss me like that.
I want it to be something sweet and small, something that can travel with you
And never weigh you down.
It's true that I think of you whenever I am sat in silence for more than a moment
And I do the same sort of thing
Maybe too often, maybe too fondly.
Maybe my little love note would be creased and worn
And rubbed a little blurry from the pads of my fingers tracing your words.
But nonetheless
You are so easy to take along with me
The thought of you so warm and comforting and
Light
But strong.
I want that for you.
I want to be easy to hold
So that maybe you will never
Let me go.
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
I wake
from dreams of you
like waves of the ocean
that break
upon the shore
a persistent feeling
of dissatisfaction
hovers quietly
above me
making no sound
but
always falling
always dripping
always coating me
so that every damp
footstep
I leave behind
reminds me
it will never leave me alone
the wetness
from my raincloud
and
the water
from the ocean of my dreams
become
the same liquid
that permeates my being
interchangeable
undistinguishable
from one another
tell me -
why do I dream
of disappointment?
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC
Have you seen her?
That raincloud girl?
Who’s father beat like thunder
With words that cut like lightning
Who’s sunshine mother warmed all
But never stopped the storm from coming.
Have you seen her?
That handmedown girl?
Passed from one family to another
With constant conflicting opinions
And a borrowed sense of conviction
That never quite fit her right.
Have you seen her?
That sad little girl?
Who grew up believing in faerie-tales
With faith in every misspoken sentence
Who waits on every text message
Despite the repeating heartbreaking goodbyes.
Have you seen her?
That copycat girl?
Who somehow never changes
With her fragile coat of innocence
Who looks like me in mirrors
But she will never be again.
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 10:43 PM UTC
I no longer dance
under a raincloud of poems
but if you let me,
I’ll pull you
under every tiny bit
of cloud I find
and we can dance under them;
our sadness,
condensing into raindrops —
our façade,
melting with the petrichor —
as if a downpour of words
will wash away
the bruises and scars
and baptize our soul anew.
a clean slate;
like the soil after the storm,
like leaf patterns that
know happiness
like a summer day,
reborn.
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
a mouth full of words that squirm like earthworms
dug from a drizzly weather place in April –
that month is for scraped knees & children’s toys
not the name of a widow I once knew, she killed herself
trying to remember the adolescent she was
kicking dirt from below a fence she couldn’t climb
and I was too large to follow her descent so I still
spit my larvae onto her back lawn & become a raincloud
make more to cradle her bulbs left lynched by roots.
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 6:31 PM UTC
i try not to write poetry with your name in mind
because maybe im afraid of getting optimistic
maybe hopeful is too much of a burden to carry around
and staying angry is more safe than
all of the colors i feel when i look you in the eyes
and believe me baby-
sorry-
believe me,
i avert your gaze with probable cause
its easier to hate you than to hate our odds
and the comfort i feel when you say my name
like a whisper
like a prayer
like a moment for me alone
its easier to keep this pessimistic mindset
because i think, even as a raincloud, i can admit
if i describe the way my hands shake
when you touch me
i will never be able to silence myself
its easier to keep all of this bottled up
and sent out to sea
with no recipient
than to reach across the table
and break the silent rules we never put into permanence
believe me,
it's easier to avert your gaze
than to confront my feelings
because you know how i feel about confrontation
i can sleep surrounded by white noise
and i'll still have said too much
because every time you slip up
i feel it in my chest
and maybe i can admit that i dream about the eye contact i avoid
without destroying the way we both hold our breath around eachother
i dream about you hating these urges the same way i do
i dream about you wanting me and your sacrilegious mindset
and maybe if i fall asleep sober enough
in that dream
i can find a way to reach across the table
and write optimistic poetry about
how it feels to break the rules
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 8:26 PM UTC
We are naturally wary of different
Our anticipatory
Participation in fear
Blinds us from the signs
That classification
Of the population
Fuels separation
In our great nation
And the degradation
Of our education
Through miscommunication
Due to deprivation
Of alleviation
As far as the segregation
Taking its formation
In our imagination?
These bounds we set
To set us apart
Take hold in heart
Because we impart
The notion of racism
Through our pride
Proud to be black
Proud to be white
Proud to be
Whatever it is that is me.
I’m sure it is right
Though I did not choose
No I wasn’t trusted with choice
I wasn’t given an option
No opinion to voice
I came as I am
I came as man
With no color in mind
Nor hate in heart
A patch of untrodden
Still smoothed soft snowflakes
Unscathed by the treads
Of worn down soles.
No limits exist
To whom
They were never shown
Never taught
Through words or by deed
Never separated
Through race or creed
Disparity through diversification
Norms forming cult cultures
Secluded islands of identifiers
Imprisoned in our tradition
Caught up in the familial familiarity
Of being a drop in a raincloud
Growing heavier each summer day
Until the burden bursts
Out in thunderous roar.
And yet the race will remain
Runners at their mark
Pushing to get ahead of the pack
Forgetting there is no finish-line
Since it was never a race at all.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 4:13 AM UTC
A life began from a speeding van
weightless, the day has started
across the street in an intersection
a clear view from above
as you float in a feather-like way
with an umbrella to make your way
you glide, and soar
to where the winds take you.Faraway..
But the higher you soar
the deeper you fall
fall like a drop of rain
from a raincloud of a storm
and sink like a stone
a descent into the maelstrom
at the end of days you'll ask yourself
who will save you?
Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 7:45 AM UTC
In deep raincloud days and the nights we can’t sleep,
I remember the night of July 15th.
In worlds we didn’t drift like sailboats at sea,
Under blankets it’s your arms that cradle me.
Maybe someday you’ll look into my eyes with love,
Like you used to, giving kisses instead of a shove.
Or maybe these chords will mean nothing someday,
As you go with the wind into a distant bay.
Sweet harbor, sweet harbor, fading with time.
I was lashed to your deck, and you tied to mine.
The sunshine was fleeting, the gray had been sent,
But it all changed so quickly, maybe it will again
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 1:57 PM UTC
You're vapor that
Claws at people
waves red flags
that say
send help
Watch them walk by
They always get tired of you
You get lonely of them
You cross them off your list
Crosses are your talent
Wait awhile
to become a raincloud
Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 2:13 AM UTC
drip
drip
drip
The sky is blue they say
drip
drip
drip
My soul is full of rain
I feel it's steady drum
I hear it's quiet sigh
The water clears my eyes.
No longer am I blind.
I see this land of misery,
The way it's meant to be.
Don't want to feel the sun again,
For my soul is filled with rain.
Go and play in your sun,
Don't mind me, have fun!
I'm feeling kinda dreary, so
I'll drip and
drip and
drip and
drip and
I don't want to be a desert,
I don't want to be a flood.
I was made to be a raincloud,
Dripping just because.
Don't want to see the sun again,
My soul is filled with rain.
I'll drip and drip and drip and drip
and with each drop I'll sing.
drip
drip
drip
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 12:05 PM UTC
I looked at her
and I whispered
I'm not just sad
I'm lonely
in the most crowded rooms
and broken
because the glue won't hold
and i hate passing mirrors
because my inside
shows on the out
when I look into the glass
She stared at me
and simply said
"You don't look depressed"
I looked up and laughed
"I'm sorry, Did I forget my raincloud today?"
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 12:50 AM UTC
every raincloud a challenge, a
puddly smile
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 11:32 AM UTC
a raincloud sits above my head
from time to time
i find it hard to brave these dismal skies.
but then you come along,
as you do.
with a light behind your eyes
a fire in your soul
and you build me up
so much so,
i no longer feel small.
my greatest friend,
that is why
when the going gets tough
and the world caves in
you come along,
as you do
and then i remember
what it means to feel loved.
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 10:39 AM UTC
I find your chest in the clouds
Your torso is made of cumulonimbus
For you are as powerful as the strongest raincloud.
Your eyes are created with moonbeams
And I will soon have your hands in the stars.
The wind will create your body and push it,
Tight, forming to mine.
Your voice is not the thunder, or wind
But the rich hum of the smoldering sun,
Warm, intense.
Your footsteps come closer, quickly
Softly stepping as that same sun through the clouds.
You are the earth and the atmosphere
You live in yellow grass and rain
(For see, that's the landscape inside me)
The breeze through these hills is the breath from your heart
And when it touches me,
I know it can only be you.
Sep 23, 2010
Sep 23, 2010 at 12:55 PM UTC
adoring you is effortless
so easy and free
how I wish everyone can experience love to be.
first conversation brewed into a raincloud of thoughts.
and ideas made us a stream,
and before I knew it,
the stream carved out the side of a canyon
and it happened
all underneath the glowing moon
that was your compassion
that became a river
so large that only your love of me could fill it
the chill in the air was my reservations
but before I knew it
my heart turned into some sort of wild salmon
swimming away from me!
Apr 13, 2010
Apr 13, 2010 at 10:13 PM UTC
A blank page
Plain and perfect
No mistakes-No anything
Yet unable to fight
inevitable change
Smears of red
and graphite difference
from blanche to raincloud to blood
Tears stain clear
the thoughts of a hope
that cannot perish
by cause of anything mortal
Young silent scream
void of identity
spills like the crimson of martyrs
chance to make a change
forever trapped inside that page
no matter the cause of perile
Your sight does not fail you
so you take pity
open your heart
from the ironbox of petrified time
and share the fear
to save my sanity
A saturated page
purely flawed
mistakes in everything
overtaken in the fight
by inevitable change
smudges of red
and graphite difference
blanche and raincloud and blood
clear coat of tears
that saved
the thoughts of a hope
that cannot perish
Mar 2, 2012
Mar 2, 2012 at 1:06 AM UTC
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i’d like to meet:
everyone i have forgotten and everyone who has forgotten me
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 7:33 AM UTC
i said,
"do i disgust you or am i
the reason you wake up
in the morning?"
with raincloud eyes
and bony,
bony fists
you said,
"i want to circle the bruises
around your eyes and patch you up
in a styrofoam box
and lay you out to dry"
because you dream of me
building sandcastles on
the beaches of your heart and
making my home in the palms
of your hands
"i want to sit on the sun but oh! it'll
burn me up."
(a.m.c.)
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC