Poetic as a lover's pen,
The rain, it makes me think again.
Falling slow and falling slower.
Falling candid, low and lower.
At my feet, they pool and stay,
And fearful I will run away,
For memories too much to bear
Are soaking deep into my hair.
Steady I must make my thoughts,
Falling now in little drops.
I calm myself as raindrops fall,
Letting, now, those thoughs to loll.
Release yourself into the storm
and lay you now in nature's arms.
Forget the past and live to breathe
Forget the lies and never grieve.
Memories that fall from skies
Will always stop and rest on eyes.
But to keep from having to repeat,
Remember, they're just puddles at your feet.
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Written May 17th, 2004
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Nah, they weren't forced at all, They were planned out ahead of time. They just came together, haha. Thanks!
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Hey this poem was really great....some of the ryming was alittle forced but still a great poem....
>>Forget the past and live to breathe
Forget the lies and never grieve. <<
those lines were my favorite..... -
Great poem, thanks for sharing.
I especially love the last stanza.
"they're just puddles at your feet" really puts the effect memories can have into perspective. good job! -
This was so good! I loved it! great job~
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great job
Deep write you have here..I was drawn to the line
"forget the lies and never grieve"
That struck a key in my mind..To lie to someone can cause so much hurt even the little white lies..Thanks for sharing
Lori~
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