"rainiest" poems
I've seen you in striped white,
I've seen you in black wrap-around tops,
I've seen you in stilettos,
I've seen you in Fitflops.
I've seen you in the bluest of days,
I've seen you in the rainiest of nights,
I've seen you in the face of the sun,
I've seen you in the wind-full of kites.
I've seen you in the trajectory of life,
I've seen you stare at me with care,
I've seen you in the droplets of water,
I've seen you in every castle in the air.
I've seen you dreaming,
I've seen you back in reality,
I've seen you physically Earthy,
I've seen you emotionally Mars-y,
I've seen you sad and jubilant,
I've seen you troubled, but kept a smile,
I've seen you doubled - in poker,
I've seen you gone crazily wild.
I've seen you in green-blinking nails,
I've seen you return my stutters,
I've seen you stand tall - confident,
I've seen you slouch - don't matter.
I've seen you looking into empty spaces,
I've seen you looking into a tasty plate,
I've seen you doubt yourself,
I've seen you believing in fate.
I've seen you in the bakery,
I've seen you in a factory,
I've seen you in your beauty,
I've seen you in your most ball-sy.
I've seen you in the bus,
I've seen you read,
I've seen you pick up a microphone,
I've seen you speaking with speed.
I've seen you with a newspaper,
I've seen you with an iPad,
I've seen you with a t-shirt,
I've seen you stylishly clad.
I've seen you work hard,
I've seen you studied irresponsibly,
I've seen you proud,
I've seen you flicker embarrassingly.
I've seen you here,
I've seen you there,
I've seen you near,
I've seen you everywhere.
I've seen enough,
I've seen you in extremes,
I've seen you thorough,
I've seen you in teams.
I've seen you verily,
I've seen you truly,
I've seen so much inspiration,
I've seen you guilty.
I've seen "I've seen" 58 times,
I've seen you more than that few.
But I would've seen nothing more,
If I've seen none of you.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 4:56 AM UTC
Do you remember the day we met?
On a crazy rainy day back in 1989?
Ohh.. The rainiest season of the year …
You walked so fast but you were soaking wet
I bumped into you in the middle of the street
We almost kissed but did we try to avoid?
What a lovely kissing in the rain..
It would be..
In the middle of a busy Chulia street?
There was a pang of sensation deep inside me..
When our eyes locked and I couldn’t shy away..
We both were speechless
and my hearts skipped a beat
It was like we were lovers from the past years….
United once again on this rainy day…
Come on …
Kiss me in the rain… my heart kept telling me
Ohh…
Kiss me in the rain… my heart screamed inside..
If he’d kissed me… I would not give him up
If he’d kissed me.. I would be his forever
I was so sure I would.
But then…
How foolish I thought I was..
Wanting a stranger to kiss me in the heavy rain..
Hoping that handsome tall man
Would fulfill my crazy dream?
But I was lost for a while
When he pulled me in his arms..
and he did kiss me in the POURING rain..
Ohhh!! He kissed me in the rain…
And I fell in love with him forever on that craziest rainy day…
Kiss me in the rain..
I would fall in love with you once again…
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 11:27 AM UTC
your smile was bright and lit up the room like the sun.
even on the rainiest of days as long as i could make you smile the world always seemed bright and warm.
i was infatuated with you by means you could not and will not ever understand.
i chose seeing you over going to class.
i chose writing stupid poetry about you over sleep.
i chose waiting for you and loving YOU over learning to love myself.
i chose clinging onto lovely memories over forgetting how you hurt me.
but if there's one thing i didn't chose, it was loving you.
that's not something i could have ever chosen.
loving you isn't something you that's done by choice.
God no.
loving you is a dark trap that people fall into.
loving you is like the first rain of spring,
or the first layer of fall leaves scattered on the ground.
i didn't ask for it but by god it happened anyway.
months later here i am and I'm clinging onto this idea that somehow it was my fault.
maybe i wasn't open enough.
maybe i didn't text you back at the right pace.
but maybe all along it wasn't me.
it was you.
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 11:05 AM UTC
The Flute.
Want to hear my heart cry do you
then lean inwards inside of me where this my soul weeps from within a place where even tears dare not to go
for see, a long time ago angel wings dipped outside of my window on the rainiest night
and i died inside of me,
Now do you hear me
for I never lied to you
and you broke my heart from within the very silented depths of my soul.
jo.
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
on the rainiest day
with his helm in my hand
the motor dropped in the bay
we raced to mainland
the pine needle raindrops
daggers to my eyes
I had to get home
but first pizza pies
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 11:20 AM UTC
When you Killed me,
I fell through the earth,
I sunk to the deepest oceans,
and perched upon the rainiest clouds.
I sat above or down below.
Drunk upon my own sorrow.
Before you killed me,
we sailed through the stars,
and when we entwined,
we erupt synchronous supernovas;
as you and i know of course...
we were the only people in the world, galaxy, universe in that very moment.
But then you killed me, and i really don't mind.
Now i'm swimming through stars alone.
Drifting around looking for another to take me back home.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 12:38 PM UTC
With a soft brushstroke,
Serenity overthrows,
The rainiest days.
The mixing hues seem,
Like they'll carry me away,
Through the mud and rain.
When our time runs out,
Our hopes and prayers defeated,
Copying our past.
Our thoughts fly away,
And leave us with the pieces,
Of our broken path.
When you're all alone,
They beauty demands the touch,
Of an artist's soul.
Heart and soul vanish,
As painting dreams grasps my thoughts,
And my mind is lost.
With these rainy days,
My thoughts wonder right to you,
The man in the past.
This is an original song: all rights reserved
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
I suppose it’s best to
speak of her now;
her name only summons
ghosts and thoughts
of a woman long past.
Her name is like hands that
trace the globe of my mind
from the my brain—a small city,
public university, museums, a relic
of a war dividing country—
to her heart—a large city, the
rainiest in the country, or so they say
where we mutually met in the middle;
it was love, or at fifteen springs, I thought.
This map to her now only summons
ghosts and thoughts
of a woman long past.
I follow them through
the thruways of memories
of all she touched with her
human condition and hope that
the map leads me back to her.
It leads me to our
phone calls, where I’d sit on
the deck in just pants and drink
and she’d stand outside on her balcony
and we’d burn the mental incense of a dream
forever never coming to pass.
I suppose it’s best to
speak of her now;
her name only summons
ghosts and thoughts
of a woman long past.
The ghosts of long-lost
proclamations of love
haunt my mind. It’s
easier for me to believe
that she never did mean it,
but at three in the morning,
I’m fond of sitting on the deck and drinking
And I burn the mental incense of a dream
never coming to pass.
And I confess none of this
as she is a ghost with only a map
but my fair Rachael, she haunts me.
It’s no longer safe
to speak her name;
it’s summoned ghosts
and thoughts
of a woman long past.
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 10:44 AM UTC
Is it you? or is it me?
Am I the sad one for finding happiness in the rainiest day
Or is it you for only seeing the sky when the sun is out?
If the Sky can cry when the world destroys it with its disgusting fumes,
why cant I when my sadness has engraved itself into my being?
If the Earth can shake in anger, when its people has left it in ruins,
why cant I when my anxiety has masked itself has my closest and truest friend?
If you're terrified of words your friends may say, why cant I be terrified of the noises I hear in my head over and over again?
Your emotions are of this world, mine stem from somewhere your imagination has yet to be.
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 9:14 PM UTC
In the torn reentry of something less than perfect
I search for elegant ways to change the circuit
For a time that I imaged was worth it
Still I cannot grasp that concept of endearment
When I was always the one that feared it
In the lost temptations of seconds gone by
I sit by myself and ask the ground why
Too wet to fetch tears that are all too salty
In the end I will see that I was the one who was faulty
Not broken or wrong as in a sad country song
But in the sense of missing a component that belongs
To the puzzle of a heart that often loses its way
On the rainiest of days
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
I'll stand by your side
When the clouds are grey
I'll stand by your side
On the rainiest day
I'll lay down my pride
If it gets in the way
I'll lay down my pride
If it means you will stay
For the first time in my life
I'll be faithful and true
For the first time in my life
I'll mean "I love you"
I don't need to drink
And party all night
I don't need to drink
And miss you holding me tight
I never wanted kids
But you opened that door
I never wanted kids
And now I want four
Your heart sang to me slowly
And so softly you said
While your heart sang to me slowly
'With this ring, I thee wedd'
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
Love is like
A hot
Cup of coffee
A beaut
On the rainiest
And sunniest
Of days
Warm
Like the steam
On top
Bittersweet
From the caffeine
And the sugar
Special
Like a handcrafted
Piece of origami
But just like every
Cup of coffee
The warmth fades
And the flavor
Disappears
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 11:19 AM UTC
Most endearing beloved,
Today at Midwinter's eye, I saw you under
The sun, a drop of light as it were under
The shimmery snow you stood upon.
And in the image of God we were made,
I'd like to think he made the portrait
Just for me, a delightful immortal
Image that dances even at night around
The round moon of January's cold.
I cannot give you more than
You have just given me as though
You bestowed upon me a spoonful
Of star, and as I walked I saw your
butterfly's journey, the ringing of
Freedom's bell, I rejoice in the perfect
Memory as though an angel would pass
Here on earth to witness a miracle
And then swiftly return to eternity.
But what I can offer you is the music
Of sky upon water, the depth of a diamond's
Gaze; the birth of Springtime in your
Eyes,the eternity in a flash which is the
Whole of my life, I offer you the foam of
The beach where we will make love,
I will swim in your rivery hair and not
Drown, I offer you my soul dancing
In a forest with tree flowers and adventure
On the rainiest days, I give you a child
That has not been born but knows
You as Mother, the miracle is you love.
I give you the ground I walk on, and all
The little birds and animals you can fathom.
Take these my humble gifts,
My love eternal,
Dedpoet
P.S. Also take the skies and all the stars,
All that I wish for you.
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 8:32 PM UTC
Have you ever met a being that was beyond this earth? Beyond this plane of existence?
She was the earth. She was the trees and the sky. She held the very meaning of existence in her hands and didn't even know it. She was oblivious to her power.
She made life dance before my very eyes. If she looked at you, you know you were meant something bigger on this planet. Her hair. her eyes. silver, piercing. She had nothing but her vunerable-ness to give. Her beauty was not explainable. There wasn't a selfish bone in her body.
A life without her must mean a life in denial
or a life of daydreaming
bitter sweet
or an empty and hopeless.. are those my options now?
I remember when I would hold her hair and her skin would glow and the sky would sing her name
Have you ever felt euphoria on your fingertips
and it would slowly trickle down to your hands and wrists and then pierce your heart violently
that's what it was to hold her hand
touch her face
just her existence alone made life worth living
knowing
there is a beauty such as hers out there
there must be something more
how can something like that happen
how can something like that make me feel in a way that i do
that can move me
and make me feel
when all else couldn't
she is over now. I must translate the hope she gave me to a hope now for myself
somehow
let her previous existence fuel my future existence
we would lay in the treehouse
her hand in mine
our hope in each others hands
and float atop the ultimate peace and happiness
admire the stars and the sky
the depths of our questions would blossom
even on the rainiest of days
on the greyest of skys
having her around
made colors pop out of everything life flowed through
colors i didnt know existed
and all i can think now is
i am the lucky one that got to experience that
i know its over. but most will never see what i saw
i experienced heaven
its there
and thus for the rest of my being and existence
me knowing there is a heaven such as that, gives me so much hope in life
that life has become heaven
she granted me heaven
have you even met a being
that has moved you so
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 5:14 PM UTC