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Pain (Cinquain)

Constant
Pouring rain breaks
A hard rock to pieces
Pain, like rain, when poured out daily
Breaks hearts.

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'Cinquain' consists of five lines in 2-4-6-8-2 syllables arrangement,
poetic in form (imagery, metaphor, etc.) , may not rhyme or have rhythm, but consistent in content, texture, and flow.

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Red Rain

Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me
I am standing up at the waters edge in my dream
I cannot make a single sound as you scream
It cant be that cold, the ground is still warm to touch
This place is so quiet, sensing that storm
Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me
Well Ive seen them buried in a sheltered place in this town
They tell you that this rain can sting, and look down
There is no blood around see no sign of pain
Hay ay ay no pain
Seeing no red at all, see no rain
Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me
Red rain-
Putting the pressure on much harder now
To return again and again
Just let the red rain splash you
Let the rain fall on your skin
I come to you defences down
With the trust of a child
Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me
And I cant watch any more
No more denial
Its so hard to lay down in all of this
Red rain is coming down
Red rain is pouring down
Red rain is coming down all over me
I see it
Red rain is coming down
Red rain is pouring down
Red rain is coming down all over me
Im bathing in it
Red rain coming down
Red rain is coming down
Red rain is coming down all over me
Im begging you
Red rain coming down
Red rain coming down
Red rain coming down
Red rain coming down
Over me in the red red sea
Over me
Over me
Red rain

song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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The Prophet And The Poet: Parallelism In Biblical Poetry

Is one-third
of Biblical Old Testament
written in poetry?

Entire books Job Psalms Proverbs
the Song of Solomon Lamentations
except for short prose sections.

Large portions of Isaiah Jeremiah
the writings of Minor Prophets
adhere to poetic form and content.

Observe three main divisions
of an inspired Old Testament
the Law the Prophets the Writings

all contain prized poetry
in exultant larger amounts.
Why did God choose poetry?

Why do seven Old Testament books
Leviticus Ruth Ezra Nehemiah
Esther Haggai Malachi lack poetic lines?

Poetic elements
commonly found
in contemporary

poetry alliteration
assonance rhyme; are rare
in Hebrew Biblical poetry.

God promoted
an essential formal
characteristic

parallelism
the content
of one line

is repeated
contrasted
or advanced

by the content
of the next line
in sense rhythm

characterized
by thought
arrangement

not word
arrangement
or rhyme.

The three main types
of parallelism
in biblical poetry

are synonymous
antithetic
and synthetic.

What mysteries
are in each hidden
what secrets cloaked?

poem by Terence George Craddock
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When Love Breaks Down

My love and I
We work well together
But often we're apart
Absence makes the
heart lose weight, yeah
'Til love breaks down,
love breaks down
Oh my, oh my
Have you seen the weather
The sweet September rain
Rain on me
like no other
Until I drown, until I drown
When love breaks down
the things you do
To stop the truth from hurting you
When love breaks down
the lies we tell
They only serve to fool ourselves
When love breaks down
When love breaks down
My love and I
We are boxing clever
He'll never crowd me out
Both be free as old confetti
And paint the town, paint the town
When love breaks down
the things you do
To stop the truth from hurting you
When loves breaks down
the lies we tell
They only serve to fool ourselves
When love breaks down
we join the wrecks
Who leave their hearts for easy sex
When love breaks down
When love breaks down
My love and I
We were high and climbing
Into the sky of blue
Loud with colours
of a rainbow
A changing view
Changing view
When love breoks down
the things you do
To stop the truth from hurting you
When love breaks down
the lies we tell
They only serve to fool ourselves
When love breaks down
we join the wrecks
Who leave their hearts for easy sex
When love breaks down
When love breaks down

song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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Sunflower Lessons (Naani)

Seeking sunlight...
Each day is joyful bliss,
Floral beauty in yellow delight
Lessons in Hope, are these.

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'Naani' is an Indian short form of poetry written by the Telugu Indians, and consists of four lines with a total of 20 to 25 syllables, any topic,
but united in content. It may or may not rhyme.

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Love Sonnet 151 I Knew Not Why Roses Take To The Rain

I knew not why roses take to the rain,
Nor why, with too much, they oft wilt then die,
So with this heart, as regards rain and pain,
The same as when I cried, not knowing why;
But why when noonday comes, stars could not shine,
And why do moonshine melts hearts in its glow,
The same as when, one willing night was mine,
Whereby moments rushed, yet Time did not flow;
But why God added one pain to His work,
When without which, Paradise seemed not well,
And which turn is best, when road breaks in fork,
How will I know which gives Heaven or Hell;
...Ah, riddles of the heart, crying out loud,
...For answers to rain, without hint of cloud.
.

poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Let It Rain!

Rain! Rain!
Let it rain!
Let the rain wash away the pain.

Furious thunder,
Roaring across the sky.
Releasing her anger,
That was kept inside.

Rain! Rain!
Let it rain!
Let the rain wash off the stain.

Heavy raindrops,
Pouring down to the ground.
Expressing her sorrows,
That was held inside

Rain! Rain!
Let it rain!
Let the nature heal the pain.

Violent wind,
Blowing out of control.
Exerting her power,
That was once withheld.

Rain! Rain!
Let it rain!
Soon there will be no more pain.

poem by Niu Niu
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How Ordinary Language Becomes Poetic

do not worry about images
leave it to the wise imagination of the reader
do not insult his powers
of extending the meaning of your ordinary language
beyond what you
are thinking or saying with utmost intention to drive your point

the poetry of indeterminacy
the meanings hidden in such plain words

as wolf and sheep
shepherd to this staff
river to stones
and clouds to rain and rain and rain and rain

and yes the trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrainnnn nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn,

do not be too concerned
with form, the form comes and takes the shape desire before your eyes
what i am driving at is that
ordinary language becomes too poetic when
you shake because it is a very cold rain pouring in your roof
and you have no one
and you have no other place to go and you cannot call him because
he is too busy with other
matters of equal importance

i could be him and you could be her, in this ordinary language of
disappointments
why we met and why we regret the meeting and union

oh, why speak about something too poetic when ordinary language
can be so poetic
about pain, and hypocrisy, and mendicancy

of emotions, She herself is one of the few constant
features

on that landscape.

Wary, as always,
of holistic paradigms for the literary history

of poetry

dynamic, interactive condition of experimental poetry today

i cannot think
of any other recommendation,

Christian Boltanski's simulated documentaries,
I cannot think of a better introduction
to contemporary

poetry, this, oh,

so you understand a thing?

alright, how do you do?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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February Rain

To be the mud, the bog, the mire;
To soak the bones in February –
Eons from the autumn shower–
Even from a summer berry!

Sparrows chirp a desperate call,
Darting questions at the cows –
Oblivious to the dousing squall, they
Churn the sludge with pastern ploughs.

The crying air was lost in rhythm:
Drums incessant in the drops;
Not a chance for rainbow prism –
Even if the hammering stops!

Metallic chills entrap machines –
Tractors hushed within the shed.
Inside the house, a full cuisine
To bless with mead – and little said!

But out across the tiring field,
A sodden fox is hunting down
His prey of sorts – but nil of yield;
Perhaps he’ll starve; perhaps he’ll drown.

Still the clouds are hammering,
Hammering home their dreary aim –
A chatterbox in constant yammering,
Drenching all to make a claim.

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Everything Breaks Sometime

Under the shadows, forbidden and hot
Desire grows, more often than not
Im sorrys a stupid word, a stupid thing to say
Especially considering its not like I planned it this way
But Im sorry is all that there is left of me
Im so sorry this love made me hollow and left you empty
Maybe I could have loved you better
Maybe you should have loved me more
Maybe our hearts were just next in line
Maybe everything breaks sometime
Everything breaks sometime
Its hard to believe its boiled down to this
It seems so surreal this wont be healed by a kiss
Its hard to stare at you knowing you like I have
I used to feel so close, now I feel so bad
My hearts filled with thunderstorms and Im ready to burst
And Ive lost my favorite harbor and Ill weather for the worst
Maybe I could have loved you better
Maybe you should have loved me more
Maybe our hearts were just next in line
Maybe everything breaks sometime
Everything breaks sometime
Im so sorry,
Everything breaks sometime

song performed by by Jewel
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Kiss The Rain

(j. spinks)
The rhythm of the rain
Breaks the silence
Beats against my window
As the moment slips away
And I just cant explain
In your absence there is nothing
I try in vain - but I cant kiss the rain
And a miracle can stay
In my mind forever more
It can take my blues away
But it cant stop the rain
And it wont stop me crying
As the rhythm starts again
Inside my head
The rhythm of your name
Undecided uninvited
Speaks to me just like you? re here again
And I just cant remain
Undecided unprovided
So in vain I tried to kiss the rain
And an orchestra can play
Any song Ive ever heard
But they? ll never know my name
And they cant stop the rain
And they wont stop me crying
Oh the rhythm of the rain
Breaking in two
Unstained heart untamed dreams
Unchained love forever
The rhythm of the rain
Breaking the silence beating against my window
As the moment slips away
I just cant explain
In your absence there is nothing
I try in vain but I cant kiss the rain

song performed by by Outfield
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The Morning Breaks Out

the morning breaks out in beauty
and I say hello to the storms
to the clouds and the blue
to the shore to the sea

the morning breaks out in love
and I say hello to the hearts
to the faces and the smiles
to the hands and to the eyes

the morning breaks out in wonder
and I say hello to the child
to the young to the old
to the living and the dead

the morning breaks out in hope
and I say hello to the horizon line
drawing the instinct pre-nature soul
within whose wisdom I'll daily dwell

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The World Order

Darkness first then light.
Despair, then Hope
War, then Peace
Evil, then Redemption

When sorrow passes,
be assured joy follows suit
When war breaks,
wait, peace will soon flow

Tears flow, then joy breaks
when it rains, the sun shines
to dry away the tears
the tears, the rain
all captured by the sun, the joy

The world order
that the world breaks
and God mends
the world despair, God hopes
the world kills, God heals.
and this is the world order.

poem by Timothy muggaga
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Across The Flow

Crosscut boards make a firm structure.

Moving against the flow is a reality found
inside lessons for the lost potential in hope.
That damage is a lack of willingness
to seek the next breath inside the unknown.

All can't be expected to be sugarcane stalks.

A dreamy fallacy for a leaning post
has no foundation nor persistence,
for daily the storm creates our laughter
wriggling inside the turgid stem's gradual

uplift, as the rain is our tears in lament.

Where would the bulb in the earth be
without the pouring rain to awaken its
blossom from a darkness within the earth.
Asking for nothing it unfolds quietly toward

the warmth and light within the day.

The bountiful bouquet's song and beauty
is to be grasped and held in our hands.

© RH Peat 2/22/2012 3: 30 pm
From 3 quatrains,4 mono-stitches,
& 1 couplet./ 18 lines.
Metaphor: we learn through adversity

poem by Ronald Peat
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Rain Rain Rain

Rain, Rain, Rain, come again and again,
In the winter, in the summer and in spring,
Come with joy, fall with happiness and go with sorrow,
Rain, Rain, Rain come again and again.

Rain, Rain, Rain come to relive earth's pain,
Rain, Rain, Rain come to make nature happy,
Rain, Rain, Rain come to make livings happy,
Rain, Rain, Rain come again and again.

Rain, Rain, Rain don't go away,
Rain, Rain, Rain i hope you will stay,
Rain, Rain, Rain come again and again.

poem by Vikram Pratap Singh
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Poetic Warrior

A poetic warrior with a ball point sword
A typewriter dagger to lose he can't afford
The computer screen or the note pad are his battle field
Inspiration from others are his strong sturdy shield
Negative critics and writers block he can always defeat
Sometimes his heart might be broken still he keeps it concrete
He can take pain and suffering and use it to create
So his wounds can be a weapon knowing others can relate
He is a poetic warrior from the beginning of time
Defending his homeland of metaphor and rhyme

A hero to the reader always saving their mind
In search of shining armor it is him they do find
They are protected from the uninspiring
The ones who are in love with art defiling
It is them he sends spiraling, into the depths of hell
They can feel the truth and the warmth in his rhythm
In his wordplay many messages are unhidden
He is their poetic warrior from the beginning of time
Defending their homeland of metaphor and rhyme

poem by Sam Edison
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Dance With Me Under The Rain

As the rain falls down from the velvet sky,
take my hand and we will walk a while.
Let us bathe under the pouring rain
and let the pain flow into the stream.

Draw out your arms let us play,
take one more step, stay close to me.
Squeeze me tighter
kiss me tenderly,
I just can't help but feel love.

Let's get together and dance in the rain.
Spin me around, twirling away the sorrow,
dance with me under the rain
I'm crazy and I made you insane
Laughing, joking under the rain
let's forget our troubles, just dance.
Dance with me under the rain.

poem by Cheryl Aldea
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Standin In The Rain

(concerto for a rainy day...)
(rain...)
Im standing in the rain
Im waiting all alone
Im so tired
I wanna go home.
Im standing in the rain
Getting soaking wet
Im doing my best
But what do I get?
Im standing in the rain
Cant seem to get along
People rushing by
Wish they could hear my song.
Im standing in the rain
Its teeming down on me
Cats & dogs
I wanna be free.
Im standing in the rain
Doing my thing
Im trying my best
What does it bring?
Im standing in the rain
Getting soaking wet
Im doing my best
But what does it get?
The good intentions and the pain
Lay drowned now in the pouring rain
I tried to be so good this time
But here I am under the sky.
The good intentions and the pain
Lay drowned now in the pouring rain.

song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Hoody

She wears that hoody over her face for a reason.
So no one can see her cry.
She bottles up the pain.
When the bottle breaks she breaks.
She breaks into a million pieces.
She always finds those pieces again, and again.
So next time she'll break into a billion, instead of a million.
She is normal, but no one else will see it.
She is serious when it comes to work.
Nobody gets that about her.
She goofs off and yet still she is smart and serious about work.
She always stays by herself and keeps to herself, but it doesn't stop the torturing.
So she keeps her face hid by that hoody.
No ones smart enough to figure it out though.

poem by Dymon Sidebottom
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November Rain

November rain washed away my guilt
November rain washed away my pain
November rain - so tired I felt
November rain was not just any rain

Long I longed with deep torment
For so long my body waited
November rain, , , , Oh, sweet friend
November rain- slowly I faded.

November rain- I cried within
Steady and slowly, it kept on pouring
November rain, watered my skin
And deep inside, I heard my roaring.

November rain, it refused to quit
November rain kept on pouring
And alone outside, in the streets I wept-
dripping... dripping and falling.

poem by Amy Phillip
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Artistic Consummations Unending

Man when it comes to romance
commitment to long term courtship
speak not of rocking artistic me;
and my constant consistent courtship
with my dated loose laying poetry.

In more than twenty
predominantly neglected years
I’ve never been through them all;
caught up with my neglected years
my dated draft diary entries.

I’ve got so many
loose lines lines lines
hanging heavy in my restless head;
I can never get them lines
all laid down right.

There’s too many
to save, for, a rainy day.
Multiple droplets; in their hundreds trillions;
adorn, all objects; visible on rainy days.
Hang from, transformed, rain dewed trees.

But even when the sun is still shining.
I’m still two timing, multiple poetic pieces.
I’m still too time starved; for catch up poetic binding.
I’m afraid I’m never, going to get written pieces,
through; to that last eternally unwritten line.

Hanging out waiting around for me
in expectation, of artistically, desired pick up.
When will such a courtship; finally end?
When the muse may, no longer, dances up,
her dazzling; or simplistic lines entwining me.

When I’m too tired to write my nights
my days, my artistic life, poetically away.
Then poetry will find; another poet to daze;
for days, for nights; to artistic life write away.
Then poetry will find, another poet, to courtship bard.