Have you ever noticed..
how poets love the rain?
And chances are you thought…
That they are all insane
In rain, the other people…
All their moods go down
Poets kick their boots off…
And go outside to drown
Why is this? I ask myself…
An easy thing to ask
But it's tough to figure out
And that will be my task
Is it love of nature..
That others just don’t get?
Maybe it is simply that…
They just like being wet ?
To them is it the same...
To simply take a shower?
Or must the water come...
From mother nature's power?
Perhaps those stormy clouds…
Help to bring inspiration
Maybe they’re reminded of…
The beauty of creation
Maybe it’s the way…
The flooded rivers flow
Or maybe it’s a poet’s hope…
The hope of a rainbow
Maybe it’s the smell…
The air that smells so new
Maybe it’s the mist…
That carries morning dew
Maybe it’s the trees…
The way they sway and dance
Maybe the wind carries…
The songs of sweet romance
Maybe it’s the wind…
The wind that howls so soft
Or maybe it’s the leaves…
That nature holds aloft
Maybe dancing in the rain….
Is just something poetic
Or maybe it’s a poet’s pain…
And it’s merely genetic
The easy part is writing…
Stories that are tragic
The hard thing's understanding
Joy and love, and magic
Maybe it’s because…
The water makes us grow
But as for the answer…
I really want to know
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mid night poetry( part 1)
PoesieAbout mid night poetry :collection of dark poems that I use to write or have written at night ! "I'm different. I will give you my treasure chest of darkness first. If you can handle that, then I'l...
