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POEM STARTER

Heavy rain, cracked windows, and a forgotten song.

Use these descriptors as inspiration for a poem.

Writings

lose your mind

ā€˜wherever the wind may go…

the wind will take you back home…

whoever you may go to,

make sure you don’t lose your mind…’

she strokes my hair as the rain pours down on the windows.

the cracked windows.

and now she’s gone and i am alone, crying, with my younger sisters.

she took care of us, and now i am burdened with her responsibility.

why did she lose her mind?...

Downpour Change

Downpour,

Heavy rain mixed with salt that comes history.

A blanket of desperate, finifugal fight

Draped over my head.

A graduation veil.

Cracked windows in a glass house.

They thought it was a stone,

broken screams of shattered people.

A mirror that’s see through.

I can’t quite be complacent with what I see.

A forgotten song

Gently shredding bands of restraint.

Melodies jumble and mix wit...

Forgotten Song (Villanelle)

Heavy rain drums against cracked windows tonight,

While memories surface from depths unknown.

In darkness, I search for a forgotten song’s light.

Storm clouds gather, stealing away the sight

Of stars that once upon our faces shone.

Heavy rain drums against cracked windows tonight.

The melody escapes—try as I might,

Its phantom notes scatter like seeds half-sown.

In darkness, I search for a forgott...

The Thunder Will End

Your angry story crashes with bolts of light

Every word being heard

Sharp blades from a cracked window dashes

Racing for skin to purge


A soft melody is long forgotten

The one I’ve taught the birds to sing

Your thunder overwhelms my story

Erases all red and pink


A lost melody sitting behind the rage

Waiting for it’s turn on the next page

When the rain comes out and ground is dry

It will tell its ...

Reflection

A storm was brewing like none from before

A metaphor to me from the rain

Heavy it falls, through the concrete and walls

What was seen and recalled not the same


Neglected in time when and why and what for, the mystery of the man with no name

The endurance of hate, the looks that would cut, the one we called lord of the lane


Has there been enough time, enough seasons and years

Was the distance to ...

Trespassing

The camera clicks

an echo is herd

The sun only just set

only a crow chose to remain


Rain beats against the corroding stone

relentless it roars outside

Floors littered with stained glass

faces missing from the windows


Bells chime at the winds song

The organ hums low

due to falling stone

Seats are empty

and likely rotting


The camera shutters

when facing the pews

It gone now

the same w...

Shola

My heart sings with gladness every time it pours.

There’s something about it, the rain, that brings me joy.

I love to hear the mighty roar of thunder, mingled with the whispers of the wind…

The rhythm cannot be forgotten, my best friend too.


Shola.

Unlike me, she hated when it poured.

There was something about it that got her down on all fours.

She hated the rhythm I was in love with.

It remind...

Spring

Mama always used to sing

On rainy spring days

When the trees sagged from water weight

And the clouds dissolved into water sprays


Today is a rainy spring day

And Mama is long gone

Singing with the trees

On a headstone farm


The window’s still cracked

Where you hit it last May

After we broke up

On a long lost sunny day


It threatens to shatter

As the droplets pummel it

Hitting like little fists

Mor...

Highway 78

Though I can never go back again

I can never forget the feeling

Sitting in the back seat

Vinyl bench seat with three belts

Not wearing any of them

And over his shoulder I could see

His hands on the steering wheel

Wipers at full speed

The crack that ran across the windshield

The crack in his voice

As he told me that we wouldn’t see her again

And what was the song

What was the song on the AM/FM ra...

Time

ā€œDo you still remember me?ā€

The rain never stopped.

I remember telling you once

how the ending had been locked.

But you looked at me with ivy eyes

And dashed to finish the tale.

By the time I looked into the sky

I knew you had prevailed.


By now, your story had been told

Time had taken charge

You saved countless lives and yet,

Words were whispered in the dark.

A blazing fire, a loving friend;

All ...