On That Day, On Rainy Day
Raindropp runs on the roof
Raindropp trickles on fingertip
Turn down from the umbrella
Get in my shoes
Up to my clothes
Raindropp is river on the road
Raindropp gathers on the pond
Splashed wide by runaway car
Get in my heart
Up to my head
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Today is a rainy day
today is a rainy day
I love it always want to say
dont murder it under umbrella
just let the soft part of world dropping on every face and wall
im wearing a raindropp im clean in the rain
I see my breath blowing in the rain fire in the rain
today is a rainy night
I close my eyes always want to fly
dont whisper it under umbrella
just forget the sounds of silence telling it to me loudly and clear
im kissing a raindropp im loved in the rain
I pray my soul saved in the rain rise in the rain
today is a rainy day
tonight you are a rainy night
Raindrop
Raindropp Raindrop
Falling from the sky
Watching you fall so far
It makes me wonder why
Why did you jump Drop
It makes me feel so sad
And the people who do not care
The make me oh so mad
How can they just walk by
As you scream through your desent
But I guess their all just animals
Not one human or decent
Is that why you did it Drop
To try and get them all to see
By the looks of things down here
It's just you and me
So Raindropp Raindrop
My life here is through
Wait just one more minute
And I will fall with you
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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Memories
Raindropp memories
Of you and me
Flood my mind
And leave a rainbow
Only we can see
Most of it is behind
All of it is below
poem by Paul H Nelson
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One Way Love
a raindropp comes to a point on a leaf
almost falling down
just hanging in there
letting it go
getting tired
I wouldn't regret having liked you
For One As Beautiful As You
Like that last raindropp dripping
On the cable wire
Like the one that dripped and dropped
And said goodbye
Like the crying road that
Held you by
I have tried to see what
Sorrow means
What giving-up signifies
How defeat looks like
If, if I had been unfair to you
Just let me go
If, If I have been so untrue
I hope you must know
I never meant
To hurt
one as beautiful as you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Kimo's About Nature In The City
The thunder branches, crackling down blue-white,
on the inner eye the power
of God is lingering.
*
At the old pond each raindropp circles out wide
before a fish gleaming gold
brake through the calm surface
*
With the first cold rain shower that is falling
steam hisses in snow white clouds
reaching up to heaven
*
No croaking frog or cricket that screams shrill
can be heard above the noise
of a train and lorries.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Self-gratification Imagery....
the usual right hand
and the biggest vein
raindropp and
gushing forth
the final wish
and relief
no guilt now
just the release of what lies
buried underneath
the flesh
and bone and
meat of
your contention
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Sweetest Rain
The sweetest rainfall heaven sent
brings life where none yet known
It's soothing kiss upon the earth
The heart of seeds just sown
The mighty river ebbs and flows
Through deepest valley winding
But how that river once was borne?
As if we need reminding...!
The sweetest taste of natures fair
Such wonders she enchants
For every raindropp that descends
The gift of life she grants.
So next the rain it bothers you
Look skyward if you dare
Rejoice with me the gift of life
For all of us to share...
poem by Dave James
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Beyond the Stream
Beyond the stream, I can behold the sun dancing on the horizon,
Where I walk every morning
I am alone with my thoughts and I carry my dreams in my pocket.
I carry my dreams in my pocket and nobody would ever surmise
How close to my heart and how close to my mind
This plethora of dreams has become.
Beyond the stream, beyond the horizon
Exists a land of my fantasies-
A place where lilacs and marigolds grow plentifully,
When the rain does fall, the raindrops are silver in their hue,
Reflecting the sunlight, as it shines through the mackerel clouds-
Here in this place where rain may fall, while still -sunlight is plentiful but
The air is never humid or stagnant, and
Each and every raindropp possesses a promise that
Those who dwell in this land shall never perish.
Those who dwell in this land shall never perish,
Those in this land shall never know pain or misfortune and
Each and every one of those raindrops which are silver in hue,
Reflecting eternal sunshine, also hold within
An image of peace, amity and unbroken promises-
This image of peace, amity and unbroken promises
Is reflected in each raindropp as would a magical pond in its utmost clarity-
But alas, there exists a granite stone wall
Which has been erected between this land and the forward steps that I take-
To break down this granite stone wall barring me from
Living out these fondest dreams that I carry
Would be my utmost desire, and I weep tears of frustration
Because I cannot find my place in this world here, so vast and so cruel.
Beyond the stream and beyond my tears I know exists
The dreams I carry inside of my pocket every single moment of every day.
I continue my journey searching for a way out of my demise, and as
My tears are like those raindrops silver in their hue-
I can see these dreams inside the reflection of that majestic land beyond the stream,
Beyond the horizon and I dream and dream on as if I were really there- This being
A land of unbroken promises I- know that my dreams shall come true someday-so
To these dreams- I shall hold inside my pocket, close to my heart, for always.
poem by Claudia Krizay
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A Pocketful of Sympathy
A pocketful of sympathy
Is really rather wonderful
To stop a scratch from stinging
Or a bruise from black and bluing
A pocketful of sympathy
Can stop a heart from hurting
Or catch a tear that's falling
Like a raindropp down a cheek
A pocketful of sympathy
Costs absolutely nothing
It's the cheapest kind of plaster
That you'll ever ever find
And a pocketful of sympathy
Is like Lindsay's Magic Pudding
'Cos the more of it you give away
The more you leave behind
poem by Alison Cassidy
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When You Start To Talk About Nothing
the moment you start to talk about nothing
mind you, this nothing becomes something
and this something becomes something more
like a raindropp falling becoming a worm
the worm becoming a fish
the fish becoming a bird
the bird becoming a man
smaller ones taking bigger shapes
until it becomes a part of you
until it becomes you
until it becomes something bigger than you
all it takes is just a simple beginning
and you making meaning shaping bigger things
more than yourself
more than you can ever think of at the end
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Finally Found Forever
i finally found forever...
in the laughter of a small child,
in a raindropp rolling down the window.
in a flower that opened and closed
in one fleeting day.
in the embers of a fire going out.
in the door latch opened,
the shadow walking across the room.
in the old woman dying,
her face peaceful and calm.
in the smile of the young boy cuffed
in the back of the police van...
in the revolver unloaded,
and put back in the drawer.
in the box of clothes
left on the doorstep.
in the cup of coffee shared,
the plate, the fork, and the smoke.
in the moment of eyes engaged,
and talking without words...
in the given without thinking,
the breathe that was felt!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Justice Is One Place
Justice stayed tonight due to poor health,
The classical weather bursted into view.
A raindropp ceased delivering on this occasion,
As fortunate times called for a good amount of gold.
The occult displayed their work before the multitudes,
Understanding us even more as if they wanted death,
As if they needed a lunch and dinner on this frightful day.
A new knowledge is a great find for those in serious evil,
As evil is the place we call the end of day on this day.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Transient for M'lady Denise
A rain dropp sparkles in the sun
Refracting light prismatically.
Primary colours every one
collectively and separately
Though in itself quite colourless,
It can convert white light into.
Any colour more or less
A most impressive range of hues.
Sadly the magic cannot last
The raindropp will evaporate.
The present will become the past.
This is not open to debate.
There is no room for argument.
Rain drops are always transient
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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A Poets Lonely World of Love.
Love spills over
pouring from a cobwebbed heart
nowhere to go from where it flows
but in sensual empty words
touching strangers souls
Verses of passion escape
fuelling a fire that never glows
but smoulders in jealous embers
Romance and desire gushing
from every pore, dispersing like seeds
that blow in the wind falling into
desolate places, with no chance to grow
No sweet buds blossom
from the branches of love scrawled
A lyrical raindropp kisses your cheek
A sonnet is your hearts beat
Penned caresses are all you own
A love so deep, yet all alone
poem by Allie Lusha
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Tracing Raindrops
She sits by the window watching the rain
tracing the drops down the window pane.
Some flow so quickly, some very slow.
She follows each one with her finger like so.
Mama has told her it's just a sweet game
and will pass the time ‘til she's home again.
So she counts raindrops mixed with her tears
watching and waiting ‘till mother appears.
In her head every dropp has a life all its own
and each battles to win, to the bottom they flow.
When they hit the sill she feels quite bad
as that's when each raindropp will die and she's sad.
Suddenly sunshine breaks through the clouds,
a rainbow appears and a familiar sound.
Mother's returning and picks her right up
she's back from her shopping trip, home at last.
poem by Ruth Walters
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I Am the Little Raindrop
I am the little raindrop
That now has seen the sea
Though once it thought itself
The world of water, be
The surface tension grew
Until it burst it's skin
And, falling on the wave
It heard a growing din
It thought the sea a whole
A solid thing, that roll
To crush the little drop
Beneath it's giant bowl
But just before it fell
The little dropp woke up
And saw the shining faces
In the splashes, spraying up
The other drops did play
In the water's mighty hand
And from sea to farthest sea
Did the water's smile expand
Until horizon's bloomed
Upon some sunny shore
Where the little raindropp rose
Into the sky once more.
poem by Patti Masterman
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Interbeing Thoughts
interbeing...
the tear i cried
is as the same time
the raindropp that fell,
that fed the tree,
that burst into bloom!
the bloom is
at the same time
the smile that came after
the tear...
the tear and the smile
both parts of the same action...
and still, part of the inaction
of the mountain still,
where the tree reaches
and touches the sky...
the sky, the tree, the mountain,
the tear and the smile,
the same!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Love will soon be here
a dark mist falls across the land,
haunting all that it passes,
filling them with dread and hope,
that love will soon be here.
a raindropp falls on a child's face,
mixing with his falling tears,
filling him with dread and hope,
that love will soon be here.
as she covers it with makeup,
she has accepted the pain,
filing her with dread and hope,
that love will soon be here.
as i stare at the moon,
it shines just for me,
filling me with dread and hope,
that love will soon be here.
poem by Alexandra Puddle
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As I stay with you Forever.....
in the flower of pleasant morning, it comes
the morning dew, halos every raindropp that the
blooming flower it flews its petal snow of
perfume of each day's glow
the humid air had just come to feel the breezing
cool and embracing call of hyacinth fall, as the
beautiful gloom of the Cherry mid- autumn lure,
come my dear heart and go placidly into the
honey comb of my stay in your lurking fume
cherish my dream of my wisdom dream, the
ageless moment just come in the blinking eyes
of every blew, let the sudden time hold the
willing heart to hammock of your presence and
as i surrender my truly heart, i pray to touch your
pleasing hands of giving
see my dear heart the passionate heart of my
surrender, the beginning of my wisdom of loving
you, till life comes not may to end forever.......
poem by Antonio Liao
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