the sweet sound of rain falling outside
the thunder roars as the storms guide
Rain is tears from above
as the thunder crys for broken hearts and lost love
Lightning streaks across this tear stained sky
as another heart is broken , a loved one cries
Love can be the strongest yet most delicate thing known to man
it can move mountains and stop the sinking sands
it can be as strong as the tightest bonds never to be torn apart
or as painful as a single shot through the center of the heart
For tonight that rain , it falls , tears from above
and the thunder cries out for all broken hearts and lost loves
as lightning streaks across my tear stained sky
another heart has become broken
for a loved one has died
Author notes
Written November 6th, 2006
A contest entry
- The Thunder and the Lightening by Star Shine.
500 points, ended November 13, 2006, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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beautiful
i remember when you read this to me and how beautiful i thought it was. reading this poem brings back a lot of memories especially back when we firs knew each other and kris...i miss those times. as beautiful to read as it was to hear. although you're right, it is a lot better when you hear it from the authors voice. -
Great descriptions but it makes me miss rain haha in NZ it rained at least twice a week and now its about once a month. Anyway back to the poem , wonderful high standard once again.
I like how you described it.
Emma...
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wow this was very good! you do such nice work! keep it up!
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im unable to comment on it bcz i look at rain in a different way bcz according to me rain gives hope and thought sorry you have different view of it
by
the poet of hearts and beautiful words
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wow.. im speechless honestly.. this is an amazing poem tho.. brought me to tears but its beautiful...
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Dear poet,
What in this piece was observable was love itself.. a power helping you flow it through your words to create something which is named “A Love Poem” and by your choice “The Tear Stained Sky”. What is love? Is love a candle when it melts away and heaves a sigh? Or a butterfly when she place life on her palm and burns away in presence of her beloved (Candle)? Or maybe love is woe when it is painted with the color of joy!
The strange point is many people –not just poets- have talked about love. Love is love itself with its own attractions and pain of course.
Honestly a beautiful piece from a clever/lovely thoughts.
My favorite part is this:
“Love can be the strongest yet most delicate thing known to man
it can move mountains and stop the sinking sands
it can be as strong as the tightest bonds never to be torn apart
or as painful as a single shot through the center of the heart”
Thanks for sharing with us :-)
~Massy~
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Very sad and emotional, well done, thanks for entering.
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awsome poem
I saw the word sky... teehi..
This is really lovely. A very detailed poem. I most especially liked it when you used "sky"
lolz...
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whoa, haunting..
whoa, god i can feel that well bad, thease words haunt me,
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