"sunshower" poems
From beach to beach to beach, glimmering shimmers of sand laden waves lap lazily at your feet. The seaweed masquerade of the crab clumsily dancing amongst the foam is paradoxically poignant but apt.
Sighs of relief as the soothing sensation of the sea on hot blistered feet capture the essence of the moment. The simple pleasures of the beach; sand ridden toes and remarkably veined geodes; the golden grains and barnacle encrusted rocks provide a unique treasure indeed.
And then comes the gentle pitter-patter of a sunshower- putting a literal damper on things- but uniquely completing the picturesque scene.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 4:08 AM UTC
let me tell you a story
about a girl
who ties brilliant little bows
onto boxes of poetry,
who puts prose in an envelope
and seals it with a kiss.
her walk is steady,
not at all deterred by the mind inside her skull:
a garden
constantly blooming
with white lilacs
and occasional weeds
(because you cannot always control the plants you grow),
but she waters them all the same.
and if you've ever stood in the eye of a hurricane,
or the vortex of a tornado,
then you know what it's like to see her tear herself apart
even if everyone else is screaming at her
to keep herself together.
but if you've ever seen a sunshower,
then you know what it's like to see her smile
and laugh
and pick up the pieces
with unyielding grace.
and god,
i live for those sunshowers.
(a.m.)
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
This is how I die
blinded by the light
that reflects off the rain
in puddles
in front of the car
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 10:31 AM UTC
The sun is shining
but it's raining
on your face,
down your neck,
through your socks,
through your skin.
It chills your heart
and makes you glad.
You look up.
The sun,
the clouds,
the snowflake rain.
Pink gumboots,
striped jackets,
dull canopies.
People stare
as you stop and wonder
how people could hide
from this pleasure
which makes them cold,
makes them see
the amazement
of sun and rain
together
creating beauty
in a sunshower.
May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 10:26 PM UTC
You gave my confidence power.
Your beauty is like a sunshower.
You're the definition of empowered.
You're soft and sweet,
You are my delicate flower.
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 12:03 AM UTC
Another typical afternoon
In the Sunshower State
South Florida we call it
On my way in to work
Listening to music
Phone in hand
Then it happened
I slipped and fell
My phone now airborne
Me on the ground
No good could come from this
Once it met with the pavement
It did three spinning backflips
Then stuck the landing
The screen now cracked
Now I'm left living phoneless
A liberated attachment
No phone calls, texts or e-mails
No random googling or facebook status checks
Freedom from complications
These are the first few days
Then it sinks in
Detachment from the world around me
In these digital days
I have lost my lifeline
No quick access to information
No calling for help
Disconnected from everyone
And everything around me
A week wait for the repair
My dependency has become clear
If you don't want to admit it
It's ok, we all have it
This is just my story
How I found out about
My cellular co-dependency
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 5:18 PM UTC
there are times when i watch you and think i'm watching a sunshower.
and i can't help but want to feel your every drizzle and ray against my skin.
do you know what it feels like
to be hot and cold?
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 12:12 AM UTC
I was left in shambles,
I was left in the cold
Then she appeared like angels,
So divine and so bold
We danced through a sunshower
We baked the perfect batch
Oh so full our bellies were
It was a perfect match
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
Your words held all the weight,
but not the wetness,
of a mid-day sunshower.
My sandaled feet not spared
the puddle, nor my greasy hair
the extra embarrassment.
And outside the pavement babbles with
impromptu brooks: Words rambled on,
unaware of that mossy sewer
At the heart of the city.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 11:02 AM UTC
CJ attack you from the metronome
Catch you in your groove home alone
Blowin wit the chrome
Im blowin to the bone
My title be known.. cannibal.. dynamical maestro
Sparked and fully hydroed my team of psychos
Sell it higher than the Eifel Towers
Seconds minutes led the hour.. wein the power
Spittin bibles..the sunshower.. the wise out on the scene
They think we forget the dream
My aura sheens like morphine in your veins
Pastors saying can you and your crew.. oooh stand the rain
Many men possess the gin in the jungle of sin
Deeper than.. Sum chosen others frozen
From the explosion, my opposition
Protect my team of demolitions, full competition
Keep em drinkin Benjin
Like some chicken heads on the ground
Bite the trey pound for foes that wanna get down
Me and my clique sharpen the sound
Infiltrate the town
Dec 10, 2010
Dec 10, 2010 at 4:50 AM UTC
I rest my temple on the windowpane,
Not a thought in my head
save for the clouds in the sky.
Looking at greener pastures
Looking inside golden souls and ashen holes.
I want to find the right place, the right one
And I'll write to her everyday.
Refracted light while raindrops fall
A sunshower amid the cloudy nights
She glows, she glimmers, blinding to the naked eye
Reminding of the image in the corner of my mind.
She's alone, she's home, a golden soul in an ashen hole
Your heart you can hear, rejection you fear, you require more bear
To say the right things, at the right time, to the right one,
You overthink, your thoughts stink, is she the missing link?
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 2:50 AM UTC
yes -
i've had a sunshower
of inspiration
after the warm
and dry
the sweet sound
of my release
is singing beautifully
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 4:32 AM UTC
.
Exposed to the starlight,
stripped bare by the moonlight.
It is a conscious stream
of those living the dream,
unfolds me origamically
with every beam.
These tears on my face--
I cannot hide.
Where time and space
eventually collide.
They pry open my soul
exposing a sweet sunshower.
They strip me to bone
within the hour.
I fall like Icarus,
where my wings have failed.
My feet land firm on Neptune
yes!--
the moon and stars hath prevailed.
Where symphonies of light
will do what they'll do.
As for me--
What a view! What a view!
.
Feb 19, 2010
Feb 19, 2010 at 3:56 PM UTC
my black and white........
my soul colors taken away..
dreamless space station..
orbits my empty mind..
her face, her smile..
the splash of her tears..
shadow of the moon..
sad false night moments...
white sheets as curtains...
flow and dance to the music of the cold wind..
white sunshower please bring me color..
wash away this black and white nightmare....
ill connect with your soul again..
bring my color back..
satellite eyes fall into eachother..
sunburst star shower brings my color back.......
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 1:30 PM UTC
I sat and watched you as you were making all of those mistakes
I wondered if you would ever believe me that you just can't go that way
But you knew what you knew and you kept on going. letting the light shine in
It's bright and I'm hoping
Time will not know me
I'd rather be turned to rain
But it's dry in the summer and I'm hoping and hoping
that your leaves will never change
When the winter is coming, I know that I'm lying
I'll make the same mistake
You couldn't tell me
One good reason
Why you should stay
But you kept talking
Lightning and thunder
Without any rain
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 7:54 PM UTC
Sinking deep or full-sail ahead
These are the contents of my head
But for every time I saw the ocean, not the sea
Lord, have mercy on me
Flaming numbness or burnt-out desire
My body's always on fire
But for every time I fell victim to gluttony
Lord, have mercy on me
A sunshower in the day and a candle in the dark
This is the mystery of my heart
But for every time, I traded still rainbows for the wind's speed
Lord, have mercy on me
A devil prefers wet lips; God prefers silence
Didn't realize that such small words could cause such big violence
But for every time, I don't think before I speak
Lord, have mercy on me
They laugh and frown anytime I sing and dance
This is just my circumstance
But for every time they use the sword and not the pen
Lord, have mercy on them
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 9:27 AM UTC
Set of eclipse glasses: about ten dollars
Tin of coffee: also ten dollars
Watching a receding eclipse in a thundering sunshower with family, friends, and an anxious dog while joking about omens and modern politics: priceless
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 3:23 PM UTC
and i know you weren't right for me.
i take the time to memorize every scar
on someone else's body.
i look to see what makes their eyes light up
and what completely drives them mad.
i had every scar on your body memorized
and you barely even glanced at me.
you had me around, but for all the wrong
reasons.
what you neglected to realize was that i was a hurricane in the midst of the sunshower that was your life.
maybe you should've payed more attention when you had the chance.
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 7:04 PM UTC
It's not a sweet sunshower
It's just a sour spring blur
I'm sipping on a wilting flower
With a dour devil who concurs
That all this sweating and shaking
Won't help bring home the bacon
And the everlasting shiver is making
My fragile bones crack with the quaking
Tell me what it takes to make this go away
Cause my ducts are dry and I can't cry today
Tell me what to do to make this life seem true
Cause this duck is drowning and the water's not as blue as me
All I have left is prayer, as they burden me with truth or dare
So show me the alchemy
Print me out the recipe
Cause I'm being eclipsed by the rain
Just like Layne
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
it's 3 AM and it's raining, i can still feel your lips on mine, i can still feel your breath on my face as you kiss me for the last time, i can still hear the last words you said to me playing over and over in my head like a broken
record player, "i don't love you anymore.. I'm sorry" you left me, in the rain. I was a peaceful sunshower, now I'm a deadly hurricane
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
i can't recall at what age i no longer feared death.
perhaps it was the day i saw a dead raccoon in the street,
puking its insides outward, like it ate something regrettable.
or maybe it was the day a suicide attempt brought a body to our shore
and though i was told to look away, i could not.
regardless of what brought me to this state, here i remain,
dismantling razors to get to their blades.
my skin has always been dry, like canvas,
so it only makes sense to use it as such,
a storyboard of misery and anguish covered my thighs
because anything was better than feeling numb.
i sometimes fantasize about what it must feel like to die
is it similar to the feeling of a sunshower on your skin,
or perhaps the wind dancing through your hair?
i've been dying to find out.
i'm aware that death is a fad these days
whether overdose or accident, slates are wiped clean
past mistakes erased.
if the promise of a swift and painless demise could be universal,
i'm sure more would feel the same as i.
what's scary is the pain, the unimaginable pain
that accompanies swallowing a fistful of pills or a swig of bleach
it's agony.
i've found myself closer and closer to reaching this point,
this point where i've no reason to be, and god,
it's so hard to backtrack.
in the same way that it's difficult to breathe easy,
the nearly impossible is found when i try not to mourn
what i haven't yet lost.
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
I once lay beneath a forlorn sky
I gazed upward and wondered why
Why was I deluged in so much sorrow
And asked if the endless rain would stop tomorrow
I trudged through fields of endless mud
Desperate to escape the rising flood
I moved forward from dusk until dawn
But soon I lost the will to move on
Cold and wet, I looked up at the leaden sky in resignation
But what I found there was not hopelessness, but elation
A ray of sun cleaved its way through the storm
And my soul began to warm
For at last I was saved from my endless night.
Now my ravaged world is adorned in light.
But although these golden beads of sun dampen my pain,
I hope to one day enjoy the sun without the rain
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 2:06 AM UTC
We tried to be together.
You are the sunshine.
I am the storm.
We are the sunshower.
But....
Everything is temporary
A fleeting moment of bliss
You can't calm the storm,
so you stop trying.
I can't stay in your light,
so I stop coming.
We've come to accept
that sunshines and storms
can never be together.
You lost your brightness
Your happiness.
Your smiles.
I've got to let you go.
But there will be a rainbow
A haunting reminder
that once in our lifetime
our paths crossed.
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 11:48 PM UTC