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  • itzgauravgautam 4d

    In a nutshell the poem is about the bad past circumstances which are not going to come again , and we don't have to think About them . The past will fade someday and life will be going on so we should .
    " What I think is life is word which don't ends with full stop (.) It's all about the semi-colon .

    If we are close then you probably should know that I had a rough day , I was filled with so negativity but my friend Rakshith made me realise that I don't have to be sad , and the it has become past now . So I don't even have to give a f*ick about this . What I just need to do is move on , which is I'm probably doing .

    #poemoftheday #poetry #raindrops #happiness #poemforig #like #itzgauravgautam

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    The sun leaves us a reminder
    Of someone we used to be

    The past is fading as the world turns
    And life continues

    And so we should

  • itzgauravgautam 1w

    It's depends on you what raindrops means to you !? Some of you would say they bring happiness , some of you would agree with me that it sometimes brings the past's vicissitude to us .

    So the poem is all about this only , that when the rain comes it brings us some of our unforgettable memories which makes us feel sad tho when the sky starts clearing , lightning it brings hope for the future , happiness for ourselves , and we all are survivers and that's why we're still living

    #poemoftheday #poetry #raindrops #happiness #poemforig #like #itzgauravgautam


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    When I wake up to the sound of rain
    It reminds me of hard times and pain

    How it comes and go
    But lingers and never seems to flow

    You see , when we are going through a struggle
    We want it to be quick and easy with no trouble

    As time passes , the skies become clear
    And as we think of our past as the present
    We are simply just full of fear

    And as our future comes
    So will our happiness

    Our thoughts will become lighter
    The sun will shine brighter
    And the rain will pass by

    Because we aren't born to give in
    We were born a fighter .

  • madinah_writes 3w

    Take a moment, stare at the rain.
    Pupil on target, on what to gain.
    Sky above our roofs, in isopleth.
    Cold and white doves, following in fourth and fifth.
    In lows and highs, in nature's umpteenth.
    Cave in miles, ice shaped in eyeteeth.
    Discovery of centuries, in grey dogteeth.
    Umbrella roofed in silver-white, drops like sawteeth.
    What nature feel, we feel.
    When nature heal, we heal.
    But we hardly talk about it.

  • pallavi4 5w


    I was born on a hot and humid day
    While the sun was busy blistering the earth
    Thunderous clouds suddenly darkened in the sky
    I was grateful for my timely birth

    The sky started weeping
    Out of happiness, joy and in celebration
    Happily I poured to quench the thirst
    Of the parched lands without any inhibitions

    With my advent new blades appeared
    The mangoes became particularly sweet
    The birds chirped while drinking from puddles
    People sighed deeply out of relief

    Children celebrated my onset by playing
    In my light drizzling afternoon showers
    The trees were happy and turned a vivid green
    Such was the persuasiveness of my inherent powers

    Origami paper boats sailed in my snaking rivulets
    And overjoyed frogs jumped and croaked all the time
    My nimbus clouds covered the sun’s face
    That dutifully gave me space to shine

    Off and on for ninety days
    I wavered from a drizzle to thunderstorms
    Sometimes as hail, sometimes as deluge
    I varied and took several new forms

    While the skies bled and creatures found sustenance
    Rainbows delighted all around me
    I knew my time was close to being done
    For I slowly became sparse and patchy

    Gradually I gave way to Autumn
    Who rid my beloved trees of their leaves
    From the lushness that they had found with me
    Fall managed to bring them to their knees

    I faded away into the harvest season
    Holding back tears of grief and pain
    Who would have thought folk would be happy
    To be rid of the continuous rain ?

    Back I would be with a vengeance, I vowed
    To show them my real worth next year
    And with that my life came a full circle
    Making real all my suppressed fears


    13th of August, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, Picture credited to its rightful owner

    #wod #autobiography #monsoon #rainfall #rains #raindrops #rainy_season #rain #season @writersnetwork #writerstolli #miraquill #MirakeeWorld #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • btsxarmy 7w

    Rᴀɪɴʏ ᴅᴀʏs ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ, ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʟᴍ. Tʜᴏsᴇ ʀᴀɪɴᴅʀᴏᴘs ᴀʀᴇ ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜɪɢʜ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅs. Tʜᴇʏ ʀᴇsᴇᴍʙʟᴇ ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟ ᴅʀᴏᴘs ғᴏʀᴍɪɴɢ ʀᴀɪɴʙᴏᴡ ᴇғғᴇᴄᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴜɴ ʀᴀʏs��.
    Comment down your fav season ☺️
    Follow my page on instagram @talk.to.heart.x_
    Poem by @btsxarmy
    #rain #rainyday #drop #crystals #rainbow #sun #rays #followformore #likeforlikes #comment #share #poetry #peom #peace #qoutes #raindrops #waterdroplets #favourite #season #dark #warm #cosy #calm

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    Sometimes Being an Enchanter,
    Sometimes a Destroyer.

    Little tiny droplets of water,
    Falling from the heavens.

    Looks like a crystal drop,
    How come so beautiful nonstop.

    Atmosphere gets balanced,
    With it fragrance.

    Rain is your partner,
    Hiding your tears in its arms.

  • bloom_tia 7w

    Gloom night thoughts

    it's so la thoughtste out there
    when I am sitting on the roof
    sky cries over my head
    and this rain makes me feel like a fool.

    I wish that you were real
    we'd run all night long
    and this tear of sky
    would be happy tears of seeing us together.

    but you live in my dreams
    this black rose that I still keep
    was given in a moment
    that felt so real even it was a trick.

    It's a night out there
    this night seems it lasts forever
    where are you, where?
    when I am looking for you

    this moon is touching my tears
    that came from my sadness
    every day I get more fear
    that changes in phobias and leaves me full of loneliness.

    I will wait for you forever if I have to
    I will hit this loneliness and all my fears
    my dreams will come true one day
    and this rain will be not sad but happy tears.

  • pallavi4 7w


    The thunder brings hope, joy and life
    Ending the gnawing from the burning heat
    Torrent rain floods the earth and sky
    Puddles invite frogs while slaking the thirst
    Of the arid, parched, dried land seeking
    A refuge, a revival and a renewal
    To rebirth lush greens, flora and fauna .


    31st of July, 2021

    Pic credit: picture credited to its rightful owner- “Summer Song” by Teresa Saia

    Thank you @miraquill for EC !
    Thank you so much @writersnetwork for the kind repost 🥰

    #wod #kwansaba #rain #rainy_season #rainfall #raindrops @writersnetwork #writerstolli #miraquill #MirakeeWorld #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill #pallavi_editors_choice #pallavi_wnreposts

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  • mona05 8w

    टूट कर,
    बिखर कर,
    निखर कर,
    सिमट कर,
    फिर बरस जाना
    बारिश की बूंदों से
    सीखा है मैंने
    ज़िन्दगी की
    आजमाइशों से गुज़र जाना ।


  • roseberryy 8w

    The day you left
    Raindrops fell from the sky
    Raindrops fell from my eyes
    As memories flash back,
    like lightening

    -Later that day-
    Red raindrops fell from my arms
    into the water
    staining the white porcelain sink

    of drink
    to help me forget
    rained down into my mouth

    My heart wept with raindrops of sadness
    My soul broke and pieces fell like drops of rain
    My sanity dripping away
    From every inch of my body,
    raindrops fell

    #raindrops #heartbroken #selfharm
    @mirakeeworld @mr__mystery @readwriteunite

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  • doctor1994 9w


    Samaa suhana tha, hawao mai nami thi
    Bhini maati ki mahek, charo taraf rami thi
    Baarish ki boonde, aur unke gile baal
    Kya batau yaaro, kya mehfil jami thi


  • shivangij 9w

    Essence, Smoothness and Magic of raindrops

    Gazing at the raindrops, falling down I can only think of how things changes, our surroundings, we but not these raindrops.

    At times, I liked to interact but after interacting at all, I realised the loneliness is much better as it is easier to handle. I interacted less, well felt a bit odd but it is better then none or a crowd of people to interact.

    I look over the raindrops, the trees, the cloud,. the sunlight while raining, I felt nice within me. The drops falling down in seconds like the blink of the eyes. Some drops are visible at time, while some we cannot see as background atmosphere covers the look of raindrops.

    As I was wondering, I felt if raindrops where not there, I see the atmosphere around only but the essence, smoothness and magic of raindrops would be rare to see and remind how I feel the same calmness everytime, everywhere not of atmosphere but because of raindrops I see from little me to big me.

  • lollipop71 11w


    I feel the wet, cold raindrops
    Like tears flowing from my eyes
    I then begin to sigh for I cannot
    And I will not let you go,
    Yes you are in heaven, but you
    Will always be in my thoughts,
    As I think of you in the rainfall,
    Especially in my heart as it aches
    For you everyday until the day I die.

  • beensn 13w


  • madinah_writes 13w


    Like King of heavens
    The gathered Cloud changes
    Even the mighty Sun, bows.
    For His Majesty,
    The Rain is coming.

    In an instant, the Thunder.
    Strikes through our mother Earth.
    Her trumpet, announcing the arrival
    Of his royal presence.

    The wind blows as the trees bows.
    Animal hides as breeze sings,
    Silent songs of praises.
    Like whispering secrets to His Majesty,
    The Rain.

    Rain blesses us all.
    Filling the the stomach of our mother Earth.
    She grace's us with food,
    Waters us with good.
    Plants, animals, human beings.
    He fulfils all our needs.

    The sounds of the rain.
    Beating our rusty roofs like drums of war.
    Sending melodious tune to our ears.
    And cold, like a shivering touch. Covering to our bodies.
    An everlasting happiness to our soul.

    And just like that it goes.
    He stops to pour his crystal blessing, Worth more than diamonds.

    All we hear is his the last drops,
    Like silent footsteps.
    At one's doorstep.
    Leaving us with memories.
    Of when to expect him next.
    Or with blessings of which we pray for.
    Another elaboros visit.

    The sound of raindrops,
    The ring of blessings,
    The song of his showers.
    His majesty, the rain.
    The one like no other.

  • a_gentilischi 14w

    Hey, guys. I know it's been a while.
    Hope you all are well ��


    One night
    When the monsoon crooned
    The sweet nothings
    Of forgotten summer days
    Dirty white pearls of water
    Danced upon the roof
    Pirouetted through the clay tiles
    And bowed upon my brow

    A burst of coldness
    Followed by the fleeting feeling
    That I was crying

    And then…
    I was crying

    Crying for no reason
    Crying for no one
    Crying for what is lost
    And what is waiting to be found

    Because even the cold raindrops
    Seemed warmer than your kisses


    Written rights : ©a_gentilischi

    @mirakee @writersnetwork
    #mirakee #writersnetwork #writersbay
    #raindrops #rain #thoughts #muse
    #memories #feels #lost

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  • seraiah_smiles 14w

    "Stitch and His Little Bunny"

    This little bunny is saddened to see raindrops falling from the skies, big bro Stitch. Here, here, this little bunny will wipe your crystalline, salty rivers created by your skies. The nimbus clouds, with all their burdens, echoed their thunders. You may pour it, pour it all. Be free, as a bird of freedom. But at the end of the day, I hope you see the rainbow of promise, the rainbow of hope and of bright heavens.

    May the waters that flow, not harm, but kindly give sustenance to the sapling of your learnings. I pray that someday, I see that marvelous tree boldly standing upright, after withstanding all that life gives it. And that someday, I may even enjoy at least some quickly passing moments upon its dependable trunk under the comforting shadow of its lush foliage.

    Let your teardrops not harden or embitter you; but I hope you see to it that it may mellow and enliven your heart, and your whole being. This little bunny is under the rainy sky, letting the emotions seep into its skin, into its heart. O, Stitch, lo, you're not alone under this upset weather. Through your spiritual eyes, you see this little bunny standing right beside you. O, and a white feather too, drifting on your face, and look, it swept away your tears, saying, "It'll be alright." Holding your hand, breeze saying hi, let's look up high, and behold that the rain has passed and the Sun shines, smiling at us.

    #mirakee #miraquill #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay #Stitch #Bunny #little #rain #passed #Sun #us #feather #sapling #learnings #tree #coulds #nimbus #raindrops #teardrops #tears #lo #smile

    Credits and thanks to Tyler Nix for the photo.

    P.S. I entitled it as it is, because this is my own piece anyway.

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    Stitch and His Little Bunny

    Holding your hand, breeze saying hi, let's look up high, and behold that the rain has passed and the Sun shines, smiling at us.

  • musings26as 15w

    I blend your words
    with my thoughts
    like raindrops melt
    into the ocean.


  • slaughtered_heart 15w

    Facing towards the sky,
    Closing my eyes, feeling
    the raindrops fall on my
    face. Fooling myself and
    the people around me by
    letting my tears go down
    along with them. Unable to
    find out which was which
    and trying to get some
    relief from all those pains.
    Of course, I did felt a little
    bit of it, But couldn't guess
    the actual reason. Was it
    because of my tears
    or the rain drops.


  • mehna_2006 17w

    The raindrops bidding their goodbyes
    After the clouds faded and
    The sun greeted with shine.
    That was when I knew
    That the Strom
    Left me a souvenir
    Of seven colors hanging
    From above .



    #raindrops #life

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  • margaret_anita 21w

    Tears fall like raindrops
    On the barren soil of my heart