| ~~~RULEZZ~~~
-Post all forms of poetry and criticism of poetry here-
-It can be yours or just something you like, just make sure you give props-
-Posters should be open to the criticism of those who simply don't understand their work or the work of others-
-Crude criticism provokes crude feedback .gif) -
-NO BASHING YOURSELF OR OTHERS-
~~~~~~~~~~~~
I wrote this for shits and giggles the other day. Read and comment <3
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Pit-patter, pit-pit-patter
As the rain falls I can hear it,
Feel it, be it,
And I hope as I listen I could melt,
Wash away like the dirt on the windows
I should have washed last weekend.
How simple it must be, to just fall
And fall and tap me awake from
My daydreams. It cleanses
My mind and more than that
It cleanses my soul and body
And my heart and my aches and
Pain just wash away like the dirt
On a window.
Each and every drip has its own reflection.
Each and every drop sees me in a different light
And some are funny, and some just cry
And show my frown upside down and I
Can’t help but smile at all my little friends
Who came to cheer me up.
Pit-patter, pit-pit patter
They speak to me.
They tell me that it’s okay to go outside
And get a hug from all my little friends
They know she’s in a better place; they’ve seen her
And she looks more beautiful than you remember.
You have to go outside to feel her, they said.
I wasted no time in running outside to find that
They were right.
My friends, they lift me up to see her in the
Grays of the skies and the clear, clear
Feeling that even though the thunder rolls
Like a hearse she can still see through the
Window of my Mind because all my little friends have washed it clean.
| |
|
