"rainless" poems
Dry winds of monsoon rainless
Caress my little hair idly
Fire crackers acrid painless
Waft up quite widely
The elements treat me fine
Yes, they are all democratic
Often verging on divine
Tho’ folks call em lunatic
Bother not, friends
Folks are easily dumb
That’s how it ends -
Tom, **** and a thumb
Tho’ nothing might augur well
Keep being until groundswell
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC
ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ̀ˋ
Bull frogs have no voice this rainless night,
crickets are done with their song...
no contentment reigns in this warm silence
where human fears reverberate, in the
still of this crazy summer month...
t's a foggy scenario, for these health workers,
they're white shadows
witnessing silent struggles inside hospitals,
outside houses, amidst crowds...even in places
frequented by homeless people...
white shadows know despair felt by the
sick, separated from families and friends,
white shadows know when anxiety and fright
settle in the air...they feel when death is nigh...
they conceal their worries, their fears,
well behind their masks......yet, no one is
invincible...........white shadows die, too.
i strain my eyes...something flickers
in this dark, navy night...
"Come, fireflies...
be with us, though briefly, in this
moment of uncertainty......tonight,
i see your shy, quivering dots of fire,
braving the darkness...just like these
selfless white shadows, struggling to
overcome fear haunting their hearts,
come fireflies...
share your magical glow with them,
may their faith and hope never wane,
may this heavy fog melt, and fall like rain,
may this plea stand strong...be not in vain."
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(it's hard not to write depressing poetry,
when days and nights seem an eternity...)
Sally
©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
April 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 4:10 AM UTC
He plays a tune hand calloused and all.
Face against the blue filled with malice
Flashing a florescent blissful green
Changing all so lightly still
Leave him alone, sunset to sunrise
Pondering birth to death.
Crimes of our very own human dignity
Imprisoned, for our clawing entity.
Plays shadows beside this fluttering sail.
A pale veil that will bring us no avail to bail;
Light hearted the human soul is not.
Weight within ignorance and defiance
the mind is consumed by all reflection
bland or complex, life has no attention.
Stained glass windows, black widows
Rainless mornings, and frivolous sermons
Taken to the tortured girth of human doubt.
We are lightless and stationary only to run.
Along the shoreline, faith is not receding
Only seldom visited.
Replaced by the capture and rapture
Of virtually tangible lights;
News no longer plays homage to heart
Rather lies rampaging the feeble apart.
Pessimism parallels reality.
Rendering sin’s originality.
Our causes parallel pauses
Making these changes in duality
Deafening intrinsic viability,
only to expunge identity.
Looking back at the advertisements
Across the widely boarded stilts
Lit to view by admitting at will
Driving forward looking back still
Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 8:28 AM UTC
King Kenny,
Like God on Earth upon mat...
Rising sun in his eyes for rainless morning,
And superkick party, catered and cleaned.
Technician of great finesse,
Not living off technicality,
We pay thanks to our savior
For handing out the wrath.
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 11:37 PM UTC
rainless morning, awoken by comforting delicate taps on my window
velvet curtains lifted and fragile opalescent feathers revealed
the hummingbird sings songs for you
and my heart flutters in time with the tune
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 12:36 AM UTC
if you had died before me,
i would’ve found your family’s lot in the graveyard,
worn my summer dress
the one you didn’t know i put on
just for you
i would’ve put lilies on top your gravestone
baby’s breath, pink peonies
wild flowers in different sizes, pastel colors
tied them together with a white bow
just for you
i would’ve sat beside you
watched the giant clouds pass by
in our idyllic, rainless afternoon
the perfect kind of day when time stops
just for you
then when the sun said its goodbyes
i’d have blown the candle out
traced your name on the marble
traced your name and left
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 2:18 PM UTC
Your eyes
wrap around
my heart
and i miss you.
i searched for
the keys
as i brushed
the teeth
of a black square
that has ******
me in
deep
and i miss you.
Your smile
skips a beat
tentatively
and brightens
a tear in
my eyes
and i miss you.
i stumble along
the rainless
path that sings
the nebulae's
lullaby
and I miss you.
Your love waves
over me
such as the gravity
that hit Newton
and rips my
ribcage where
I keep those
keys I was
searching for
and I miss you.
The sun that
is cracked and dry
only clocks in
when it wakes up
in a present
eternity
at this moment
only.
and i miss you.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 9:32 AM UTC
Mother!
When the world turn against you
And call you
ill-fated man
Museum without Statues
Darkness darker than Blindness
Father!
The Saddened Sun
That will not shine
A rainless **** that brings drought
A trackless Album
Father!/ Mother!
The daily thoughts of these words
Is like the butterfly effect caused hurricane
But you are graced with
Hopeful favour daily.
After the storm,
Comes a new life
Where stiffness echoes,
You are graced.
Where thoughts are underneath
You are hopeful
Where odium creates circumstances of blames
You are favoured
With the Window of Laughter.
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 7:21 AM UTC
It's just your guilt talking,
out of the sly corners of its mouth.
The ***** shame filled face,
with its dark sad eyes.
It's just your guilt talking
my love,
lying through its crooked teeth,
bending and swaying like a rotten tree in a gale.
Its story never the same,
never with a hint of truth or of sense.
It's just your guilt talking,
worry rusting its bones
Regret.
Remorse.
Eye contact,
what is eye contact?
It has never existed
in the dark eyelessness of your guilt.
Fear, my love,
fear of repercussions,
of my assumed hatred,
of confrontation.
It's just your guilt talking,
trying to avoid the thought
of me,
of what we had,
and the way you threw it as far away as possible.
And now you will never be able to find it in the wildness,
and the wideness,
of your guilt.
Your guilt,
a field of crumbling stone,
of parasitic weeds.
With a black yet rainless sky.
Stealing your life,
your heart.
******* it down into the toxic earth,
of your guilt.
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 11:45 PM UTC
O Lord, Abba Father,
Forsake me not,
Hear my anguished cry!
How long will i wait?
Before You...
See the crater
That is my heart?
Feel its jagged
edged agony?
Taste the bitter bile?
Engulfed in depression,
Drenched in
the Gulf of Grief,
I stare at the
Abyss of Hopelessness,
Contemplating
a Chasm of Sorrow
too wide to cross.
My sleeplessness witnesses
Moonless nights,
Starless skies.
Scorching morns,
Rainless noons,
Song less days.
Deafened by the clamour,
Prayers and Praise
elude me,
Silhouettes of Hope
seem distant.
Soothe away
my heart scars,
Seal my bleeding wounds
Send away this void!
Fill me with the
Balm of Your Grace,
Kiss of Your Mercy,
Gift of Your Peace,
Ecstasy of
Your Presence!
Touch me!
Heal me!
Make me whole!
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 10:58 AM UTC
I miss that muddy creek
where we snuck under
the bridge, cut a
trail in the blackberries
(they always caught
my ankle, tore the
bottoms of my jeans)
where a rusty car
sat by the water
and I watched you catch
water skippers and
we talked about "the plan"
if a cougar came
from the hills for a
drink.
Where we abandoned
bull frogs and threw
rocks into the water.
Where Augusts last forever
and where we never parted
ways.
I miss you more than Deer Creek
and those rainless, summer days.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 9:07 PM UTC
1.
It's odd Time never came
To wonder under these beaches' loam,
To walk forty steps to a tide
Where sea-green foam flashes full its blade.
2.
Trammeled like a nun, the girl
Swept by me thoughtless. A root's gnarl
Could symbolize slim pain
Beneath the scleras: two jackals' den.
3.
*Hurt inwardly, like darkened stars,
So bursting silence is all one hears.*
4.
The monotony of this shoreline is a throwback.
What phantoms come: an electric shock.
Why ten years ago is all I know
Is not half as important as who or how.
5.
The autumnal tremor, the rainless moonlight...
Memories of little weight....
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
The body's Atman falls to sorrow.
Its path to the higher being is stalled by chance.
Its gleaming red jewel reverts to coal
And its beat sings an anguish filled aria.
Its head filled with thoughts of death,
Its hand holds a chalice filled with bane.
Day after day the body withers like flowers
That have endure countless, rainless summers.
It seeks salvation from its afflictions
And looks to faith for spiritual relief,
But the lone syllable gives no shelter
From the fear of self inflicted ill.
Years he spends in wonder,
In search of that he cannot answer.
On top the highest mountain he stands
Meditating on what the Thunder said.
Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 10:09 AM UTC
I once heard that suicide was painless,
especially if you use the steel that is stainless.
But when you go, you're bound to die nameless,
and everyone is helpless but no one is blameless.
I once heard you could determine your life with a game of MASH,
from who you would marry and if they'd have cash.
The future was written out but the ink gave me a rash,
and the destination was plotted to come to a crash.
Now through early morning fog I see,
every regret and every memory,
grasping a hopeful visionary,
that in this life we can be free.
I once heard that suicide was painless,
and with tragedy you can become famous,
but the outcome is always quite heinous,
and we all have pride but the release is shameless.
Now through early morning fog I see,
the line between truth and reality,
and with every wish and every plea,
I beg the world to just let it be.
Yes suicide is painless,
it's a route of living chainless,
but it only leaves destruction in it's wake.
Yes suicide is painless,
it's skies are always rainless,
but the rays of sunshine are extremely fake.
Yes suicide is painless,
It's outcome is very gainless,
the only thing that's gifted is heartbreak.
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 9:40 AM UTC
Dry as a waterless well.
Dry as a rainless desert.
Dry as a withered bone.
Dry like most of Jeff Dunhams jokes.
Dry like a summer day.
My thoughts run dry.
I have no more thoughts.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 12:10 PM UTC
a poet's words
a painter's eyes
a visionaries mind
a river dry
a rainless sky
Pairs without salvation
are the gamblers despair
a lover when she loses
her desire
is
darkness beyond repair...
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 1:24 AM UTC
one winter’s early eave
as I was leaving work
I sat in my old Carolla, facing east
a rainless sky was threatening
promising a cold, windy storm
contrasting light grays, dark grays and blacks
shapes shifting and swimming slowly
like fish in an aquarium
as I sat spying the skyscape
a conspicuous cloud caught my attention
a large, ashen football against a flat dark field
began to split horizontally across the center
slowly opening like eyelids
long, thick lashes connecting top to bottom
when the lashes finally parted
the aperture revealed an angry Asian face
with fiercely focused features
the interaction looked at me without meeting my eyes
I watched mesmerized for moments
then drove home...wondering
back at work, I described the incident
to curious and amazed acceptance
only one poor soul tried to discredit me
poking fun at my “hallucination”
“You don’t have to be afraid, baby”, I replied
“It’s just clouds”
Apr 20, 2010
Apr 20, 2010 at 3:16 PM UTC
present my roots with sacrifice and i'll grow into the sacrilegious
i only like amber nectars and ***** water, so remember
i'll blame you for the winters that come and rainless summers but
i can be quelled by promise and wanton by touch
and i'm a god and i'm a sun so conditions pay off to the appeased and maybe
doors closed, i'll praise you too
this is rugged and lame and you'll never get anywhere on this path but
rocky and unsure is the way you chose to live anyway so what's another
addition to Your toxic? drown your liver, smother your lungs, let your demons eat their way out of you
from the inside out, claw at your lips,
and watch them infect the ones your love- ****
this life is short and everybody's already huffing and puffing on vapes and
entitlement; give people something to really burn their houses down with.
maybe a waste. maybe i'll rot.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 2:54 PM UTC
On this dry day
my tears fill the rainless void
Wash my cheeks and soul
as hanging clouds would
falling to the sound of singing
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 12:51 PM UTC
Birds gossip in the arms of the red maple.
Rays of the Milky Way's brightest star, warms
the back of the copper-eared, old hound.
He sits on the single patch of grass persevering
in dry soil of a rainless spring. Abandoned yard.
The hound sits against a backdrop of neatly
stacked bricks, indicating an air pump of
life breathing on the hounds unfulfilled oasis.
Rogue saplings lay vanquished- roots up,
bundled in preparation for weekly collection.
Uninvited soil-guests spot the yard with a
deluding shade of jealousy green like the
luscious grass over the hedge- deceit
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC
I leave it all
up to fate,
theses rainless
days ahead.
These times
before me
ripple with
possibilities,
echo with
the sobbing
sounds of
possible failure.
Our ancient
mysteries
are to remain
mysterious,
just as the powers
that be need
them be.
Most answers
to unasked
questions
prove to be
unkind.
I focus on the
art
and the
occidental sunset,
that is for
me the only
for sure thing
to come.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 7:12 PM UTC
A few words before a nap
In the heat of the midsummer radiance
In the heavy air of a string of rainless days
When our lawn with its broad diversity of weeds
Sits green without our help
Before succumbing to the mid-afternoon weight
Of eyelids commanding me to put tools down
I will select from the firmament
A few choice combinations of letters
And their concomitant meanings
They will say 'I am alive'
In a landscape of life and death and struggle
I am an organism that works to move forward
Though some days I'll move less than others
And sometimes I will rest.
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 4:11 PM UTC
We hit a wall. Our vaguely sour
And broken dialogue drives us mad,
Like we can't quite finish a sentence.
Poles apart. Outside, the darkening clouds
Brood like the foul memory of
An insult, long forgiven, but
Not forgotten.
Our lines split and our words echo,
Writhing in agony, torn and bro-
Ken. Trying to form a question
On our tongues, rolling like hot oil,
Leaves raw burns in our minds. We lie
In quiet then, a rainless storm of
Unspoken fears.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 8:13 PM UTC
Just let my fingers type, as they may, and feel your curves of energy. I feel your frequencies through simple words enough to sense emotion.
Subtle language, you may use, to convey thought's connection:
I understand them sure the same as looking at your complexion; don't take much introspection, did I mention bout to have a mean intervention with myself, stick around if you're down off the shelf, amount another, no wonder. Any way, here we go:
So I was off for a stroll earlier today, thinking about problems 'stead of appreciating the good things in life, when I came upon this sudden realization, I need separation from my loved ones to appreciate their true caring for me at the level it is. I...what is wrong with me-the mindless, brainless, shameless, blameless, tameless, circumstantial-rainless one, who cannot seem to come to agreement with his Mother about where to live fun-thought sieving through the sand ground.
Cannot keep going, getting sloppy. Close the tomb. Words are confused like a brainless bafoon.
No more swoonin for ya,
Swim quick like pain at the door for ya. Then let the energy store more, adorn the shores of need-to-do-this lists and other various chores, and what's more, I've gone on autopilot and let the trail behind my word with the last of my day's energies, blessed down the sun upon me.
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC