A clouded Imagination

I lay and look into the sky

Watching all the clouds float by,

It’s strange the different shapes I see

Imagining what they could be,

Before they break and the rain falls

They move and mould and create more,

Shapes and things floating free

All the things I wish I could be,

All the animals I’ve never seen

Landmarks of places I’ve never been,

It’s strange to think they are more than just clouds

Imagination taking over the here and now.

Abbe Cutforth

The Rain

 

The wet shiny glistening droplets
Appear like jewels

Sprinkled on the window pane
Rapping like a thousand birds saying,
‘listen to the rain’
Across the sky a formation

Of colours start to form,
Building up to a rainbow
The aftermath of storm,
Behind a distant cloud

Peeps the round globe of the sun
Sending heat drying the earth,
Also tear-like droplets are sent

flushing, like washing life’s troubles

To ground then to grate,
For that is all they are worth.

 

Sandra Cameron

Wanderlust of Rain – Promote Yourself

It was wonderful to come across your website and see a community of poetry lovers. I would like to take this opportunity to share one of my recent poetry on Rain. Would be delighted if this gets featured on your website 

A wait of months,

A struggle of a year,

and I was transformed.

I teared the clouds,

I swayed in the arms of air,

I can see what lies beneath.

I touched the cheeks of trees,

Knocked the windowsill

and kissed the ground.

I am floating, to mix with the sea,

the skies await,

A mingled chain, wanderlust of Rain.

This poetry is also featured on my blog Camera Lore.

Thank You & Regards,

Reema Sathe

Rain – Promote Yourself

I can hear you making small holes in the silence.

Rain.

If I were deaf the pores of my skin would open to you and shut,

And I should know you by the lick of you.

If I were blind the something special smell you make when the sun cakes the ground,

The steady drum roll sound you make when the wind drops,

But if I should not hear, smell or feel or see you,

You would still define me, disperse me,

Wash over me,

Rain.

~Hone Tuwhare~

Helen Szafer  

 

Please visit my poetry  blog at http://ppq365.wordpress.com/ 

Stealth

Your cold and wet and shiver

As you crawl through the bush

Hungry and confused as you try not to rush

Creep past the gate, don’t set off the light

You’d seal your fate with one mistake and ruin your whole damn night

You’ve worked so hard to cross the yard and now you’re at the door

Reaching for the handle, nerves twitch for sweat to pour

You’ve come so far, at the door, time to take your chance

Slip inside and try to hide from footsteps that advance

With a stumble on the rug, you fall upon your face

With no-one here to help you, you’re flat out like a snake

Feeling like a fool, you give your nose a rub,

You’ve been caught red-handed, sneaking from the pub!

By Dan Fry

9th competition

Rain – Promote Yourself

Rain – bringer and sustainer of life,

The glory of nature’s full extent,

Slams loudly on my window

So that I know creation’s strife.

Barely can I see the scene before

As rain comes heavy like a shroud

Over the beauty that lies unseen

From my hilltop room, on my upper floor.

But others are not so blessed

As down in the valleys they fight the floods

That have them in a place of sorrow

And grief that gives them little rest.

How long O Lord, how long must they endure

The stress of heaven’s outpourings on their homes

Whilst I look on and share their pain

From distant safety and survival sure.

theartistpoet

Here in the UK we have suffered heavy, frequent rain since before Christmas. As a result the ground is saturated and there have been extensive floods in low-lying ground and near swollen rivers for weeks. Also, coastal areas have been battered by gales which, coupled with very high tides, have brought about much damage.This poem is my reflection on the events of the past month, the unhappiness they have produced, and my good fortune in being secure.

Sunrise

Take a look at the sunrise,

It’s a picture of sheer delight,

The colours are so exquisite,

As the day says farewell to the night.

 

 Stand in amazement of its brilliance,

As nature performs her task,

A planet within our universe,

In space that is so vast.

 

The sun is very special,

It keeps our planet warm,

It sustains all nature,

Through wind, rain, and storm.

 

The planet would be very dark,

Nothing on earth would grow,

For the earth would be very cold,

Covered by ice and snow.

 

Everything moves like clockwork,

Moving together as one,

Like a well oiled machine,

It journey’s forever on.

 

The sun has always risen,

And million years to come,

Life on this planet would be miserable,

If it wasn’t for the warmth of the sun.

Malcolm Bradshaw

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