d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #111 – What’s That Rustling in the Eaves?
Kim has us doing a little ‘eavesdropping’ in the Pub
Secrets
The sound of rain dropping
From the eaves takes me back
To a wet summer night
To a wooden cabin and girls,
Giggling from their bunks,
As they eavesdrop on
Their counselor kissing a boy
Behind the building where
No one would ever know
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hidden beneath leaves
sparrows perch on tree branches
rainy afternoon
Poetic Bloomings – PROMPT #214 – YOUR NUMBER’S UP
Marie Elana and Walt have challenged us to use a phrase with a number in it as the prompt for our poeming this week.
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On Cloud Nine
There was no light-hearted laughter
On cloud nine
No warm feeling of joy prevailed
On cloud nine
Clouds one through eight sang, but not
On cloud nine
There was bickering and tears
On cloud nine
Angry gray feelings abounded
On cloud nine
Until no more could be held
On cloud nine
And down poured all the grief upon the earth
From cloud nine
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We’ve had non-stop rain here for two days.
2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 14
It’s Two-For-Tuesday again.
write a sonnet or another traditional form – or not
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Rain Beau
strolling beneath raindrops
like a package with a bow
magenta slicker – color pops
walking between raindrops
umbrella spinning like a top
wellies – neon green, they glow
strolling beneath raindrops
like a package with a bow
It’s rain(rein)(reign)ing in the Pub today
Rainy Day
it’s raining toads and frogs
and pink spotted hogs
I’m jumping in puddles
of pudding with sprinkles
when clouds of horses gallop
overhead and I grab the reins
and ride to the kingdom of
Bumbershoot where the Queen
of Wellies and the King of
Macintosh reign and
old men snore
Praying for Rain
I pray for rain – a fervent
supplication for
heavy, driving rain to wash
away my tears
I pray for clouds to reign
in the sky – blotting out
all traces of the sparkling sun
a grayness covering the memory
of your smile
I pray for thunder that rumbles
rattling windows and shaking
my soul until it becomes numb
and I can trudge onward
I pray for winds to whip and toss
my sorrow into tatters – small
pieces that can be endured
one at a time
I pray for the calm that follows
a storm where my grief can
learn to live
Fireblossom Friday: Bang, You’re Dead.
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Still Here
i am stardust and
moonbeams
skimming through
your atmosphere
i am the whispered
breeze
blowing through
your hair
i am the fog
that hides the
sun from
your face
i am the rain
falling
from the sky like
your tears
i am not gone
Carpe Diem’s Writing and Enjoying Haiku #2 no rules
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summer rain
the garden sighs
with relief
Micro Poetry in the Garden ~ Streetlight Rain
The challenge is to write an American sentence
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Under the streetlight rain, city frogs serenade a cardboard village.
d’Verse Poets Pub Quadrille #30
It’s a ‘drizzle’ kind day with Mish tending bar at the pub
This is one of those poems that took off and wrote itself 😉
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Sculpting En Plein Air
Drops began to drizzle
The day work began
His spirit began to frizzle
Under rainy clouds
Desire began to fizzle
He had lost the sizzle
Of sculpting his true love
She began to shiver
Could not hold the pose
He put down his chisel
