Under The Rain
Under this September rain
so hesitant and warm
a rainbow umbrella
in your tender hands
and a victorious smile
softly lingering on your lips
you slowly walk into my dreams
poem by Nizamettin Esen Haymanali
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October rain
Under October rain
hesitant and warm
a rainbow umbrella
in your tender hands
and a victorious smile
softly lingering on your lips
you slowly walk into my dreams
poem by Nizamettin Esen Haymanali
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Your Lips Like A Sunset
I still remember
your warm, sweet smile
lingering softly
on your tender lips
so scarlet like a sunset
transforming to a dawn
dewy, timid and docile
through my long dreams
poem by Nizamettin Esen Haymanali
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Candy Fingers
I softly caress
your velvet smile
with the candy fingers
of my twirling thoughts
running across your tender lips
and those warm scarlet kisses
lingering on the skin of my dreams
poem by Nizamettin Esen Haymanali
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My september dreams
Your honeysuckle
scented twin hands
so warm and tender
softly touch and caress mine
through my september dreams
poem by Nizamettin Esen Haymanali
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Umbrella Man
When the sun just refuses to shine on through
And its cats and doggies all over you
You need some protection so what do you do
See the umbrella man
Go and see the umbrella man
When its raining - umbrella man, umbrella man
You can see him when its sunny, when the rain comes down
You ought to find a corner where hes always found
A reflection in a puddle, just turn around
To see the umbrella man
Go and see the umbrella man
When its raining - umbrella man, umbrella man
There are some things in life on which you can depend
Dont try to guess when itll rain again
You dont have to worry cause youve got a friend
Come see the umbrella man
I will be your umbrella man
When its raining - umbrella man
Go and see the umbrella man
Dont forget the umbrella man
When its raining - umbrella man
I will be your umbrella man, umbrella man
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A warm April rain
softly falls on the feelings
of your tender lips
haiku by Nizamettin Esen Haymanali
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Septembre sun
Let this september sun
so sweet and docile
softly touch and caress
your fascinating smile
so scarlet and tender
you give me secretly
through my dreams
poem by Nizamettin Esen Haymanali
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Umbrella
The sheets were still warm
from her last fleeting kiss,
Redolent of the perfume she wore.
Surely the memories of nights such as this
are what our existence is for.
They had met on the train
which was not at all strange;
they had noticed each other before.
That he shared his umbrella
and later, his bed
was a gift of the evening's hard rain.
Her skin was sun kissed
and she had bee stung lips.
Her eyes, a mischievous green.
True, she had an umbrella,
but why tell the fellow
she happened to meet on the train.
Let him think he had conquered,
It was she who had stooped.
Perhaps she would see him again.
She had left him asleep,
slipping out like a thief from
a night filled with Love and Champagne.
She did not regret
letting herself get wet.
as it led him to act as her swain.
He'd been tender and sweet
and his taste was a treat
once they'd come in from the rain.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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I Wish You a Rainbow
I wish you a rainbow after the rain
Through the good and bad times I've seen your pain
For so long, it has rained on your parade
And because each raindrops are as heavy as the tears rolling down your face
I wish you a rainbow after the rain
Letting you know through all problems there is many options but only one solution
Which will lift up any blockades or burden
On the road to success, which you have taken, I could have wished you
An umbrella, a raincoat, hell even some rain boots
You know, anything to keep you dry and mud off your shoes
But a rainbow is what I thought of, so a rainbow is what I'll wish you.
poem by Landsley Alexandre
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The Winter Talks to the Spring
Listen
to the rain.
It talks
to the wind.
Through
the open window
the magic of the night
descends
on the room.
Listen
to the wind.
It talks
to the rain.
Your hands
are
so warm
your lips
are
so tender.
Listen
to the rain
the winter talks
to the spring.
Slowly
now the wind
and the rain
erase
our footsteps.
Enchanted
vapors embrace
our love
in
the oozing thickness
of the night.
poem by Paul Hartal
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Me Llamo 'umbrella' My Nymph
how delicious your lips are
like two clouds embraced to rain
a warm rain
as women
a heavy rain
as love
my fear on babies you kiss
they may drown
in your warm..heavy rain
save them by me
save them from you
me llamo
'umbrella'..
my nymph
poem by Ahmed Khaled
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Perfumed Kisses
Your perfumed kisses
so tender and warm
like translucent
scarlet red roses
of the taciturn sunset
softly fade away
through the whispering lips
of my diaphanous dreams
poem by Nizamettin Esen Haymanali
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Stood floodful in the saddest pool ever
Wet in the rain outpoured by the mind
Set up on a journey
Concepts classified crashed
Whispered who through the drops
The trembling fingers clang to the umbrella
The saddest umbrella in the world
That had in it no magic at all
Could not fly or colour designs
In wetness tide soaked who
Started the walk of hours
Walked didn’t sing for there was no happy rain to sing in
And no pools to joyfully splash
I could have shared a sorrowful smile
A smile to who I didn’t know
To who I never met before
Or just follow the walk of who
Through the rainhour moments
Splash wave wings through the who rain
I wanted to pour down
Instead
I knelt by the pool in rain knell
Where the traces of the floodful standing still still stood
And the floodprints rippled and rippled on
To mirror myself and start to drink
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Addicted
Im addicted to his kiss
and the way he touches my body softly
running his hands all over my body
im addicted to his giggle and laugh
his hugs make me feel safe
i wish he could hold me forever
as i stoud outside
in the rain with my smoke
staring up at the sky
our song escaped my lips
slowly and quietly
i wanted to cry cuz i missed him so
but i couldnt all i could do was think
as the rain fell heavier
i began to think more
im addicted to him
his body
his voice
his everything
all i crave is him
and in my dreams he's with me
i love him so
every day i get to see him and have him close
poem by Sandy Vanity
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I am singing in the rain......
I am singing in the rain......
When the clouds above me so dark
When the stars are not be seen in the sky
When the moon is gone away from the site
When the cool breeze being to touch me softly
When the thunder and lightening make me afraid
Then the rain begin to shower upon me
Chorus....
I am singing and dancing in the rain
I am playing and falling in the rain
What a glorious feelings that I have when its rain
When I hold you hands and walk in the rain
When you arm around my waist hold like a chain
When my umbrella being to dance in the air
When the rain water rush down to the canal
When the street lights blink on the streets
Then my love on you is singing in the rain
Chorus....
I am singing and dancing in the rain
I am playing and falling in the rain
What a glorious feelings that I have when its rain
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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Always Walk In The Rain With Me
Always walk in the rain with me,
Hold my hand tight so I don’t fall,
I’m so scared of slipping away,
Always walk in the rain with me.
Dance with me held close,
So I can see another days light,
Always walk in the rain with me,
For the drops are becoming heavy,
And the storm is becoming enraged,
Always walk in the rain with me,
Shield me from the man in black,
Don’t let his winds take me away,
Always walk in the rain with me,
Help me see my way,
Need my list fulfilled for time is at hand,
Always walk in the rain with me,
Stay with me for eternity,
Help me dance my way clear,
Always walk in the rain with me,
Promise to love me forever,
Guide me to my rainbow now,
Always walk in the rain with me,
Tell me your heart n soul are mine,
Always walk in the rain with me
poem by Debbie Nicholson
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Your scarlet lips
Your scarlet red lips
like a hesitant sunset
tenderly illumine
and warm my heart
at the timid dawn
of my dreams
poem by Nizamettin Esen Haymanali
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The Umbrella
Proud Sun shows its true colors these days
And it's pretty warm.
I walk under an umbrella and it gives me the shade.
I do not know how could I repay you for your faithful service?
When rain comes I promise you to take out definitely for all my debts.
But it's very difficult to keep promises when a poor vagabond walks in illusions.
Anyway you are my survivor till the journey's end.
What do you prefer my friend if I call you umbrella or parasol?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Romantic Scene
cloudy sky, drizzle rain with no end
under rainbow umbrella, there's a girl
wonder she laughs or cries
when I call, the wind blows her hair
she smiles so sweet and tender
I caught in magic flower frame
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Holy September
A kiss on the lips of today
For stepping into tommorow.
The blinds are closed for now.
Don't sell yourself for sorrow.
Oh! Precious my september.
Begins with all the stars.
Buses from the summer.
In september driving cars.
Praising my september.
Praising all my needs.
Sends me to tomorrow.
September grows my seeds.
Officers of my journey.
With love inside the day.
The tolerance of my wonder.
The tolerence of my dismay.
Nestled in september.
You've wakened from those dreams.
Oh holy, my september.
The cloth around my seams.
September shines around me,
Like the sun onto my day.
September my september.
Is there any other way?
poem by Attia Taylor
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