Thread: Thoughts

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Rainfall

Standing at the edge
She feels the breeze go past her face
So soothing with its touch
As the sky loses its haze

The rain is here, salvation near
It seems a blessing at last has begun
Relieving tears fall from above
To give us freedom from the sun

The plants rejoice with dancing glee
And so do all the ones near me
And I look to thank the sky
For all its unexpected mercy

The beauty of a merciful kind
Showers upon us all
Though the day may be, a pallid grey
Unmatched is the hidden beauty of rainfall

Her hair dances too with all the wind
That passes through our world
And be the sky so bland in white
Yet its vibrancy untold

As the antidote for all our pain
In scorching heat and grime
The rain falls hard to wash away
And give us joy of our time

Swaying back, and swaying forth
The tree shows her its smile
She smiles back as all seems fine
When now, not sun, rain - shines

Can it be? For once, to see
Nature and man be friends
Though many battles have been fought
Between us, to a probable end

Beneficent pearls from the clouds
Come down to us to embrace
Humanity has not recognized
Nature’s peaceful ways

Beads of rain trickle down her smile
As she unites with Earth, so free
An eloquent ambivalence of feelings
For she is Humanity


Shifani R.
Written on 03. 05. 2005

Good stuff, Shifani
I don't know much about poetry, but it sounds good to me! Good writing style, and I like the related attached images after each one.

Thanks, Burns
This is another one I wrote when I was in 'one of my morbid moods'.

Who am I?


I am wrath,
I am regret that comes when you die.
I am damnation,
I am the tears that fall when you cry.

I am the pain and suffering
Of the children of Eve.
And I’m the fruits of corruption
That so masterfully deceives.

I am the vine of desire
That entwines around your black hearts.
I am the false vanity and caste
Which tears humanity apart.

I am power, I am relentless
I gift you prizes of fortune, jaded.
I am fake salvation, I am the disillusion,
In defeat lie my rivals, faded.

You and I
Will make a perfect twosome soon,
For I am the object of temptation,
And in you I, for all time, loom.

I am manipulation, a seed of growth,
The growth of the spawn of Wrong.
And you, human, is the soil in which I breed,
And Evil is my name and my song.


Shifani R.