The rain falling from the sky,
Making her smile.
The quiet patter,
The prickly tickles,
The refreshing chill
Snaking along her skin
As the ageless spheres
Drop from the sky.
As she walks,
She closes her eyes,
Closing her umbrella,
But opening her mind.
The peaceful smile on her face
Makes people turn and wonder
Whether she is crazy
To look like that
When it rains.
But she is oblivious -
It's just her and nature.
Two towering figures come -
A man and a woman -
Dressed in dazzling oranges.
They were supporters of umbrellas,
Trying to spread their religion.
She opened her eyes in confusion,
Seeing translucent fabric
Instead of the blue of the sky.
She tried to push away,
But the umbrella insisted to stay,
Grinning evilly down at her.
Screamed whispers of disbelief
Turning into
Soft heaves that wracked her body
Turning into sobs,
Turning into cries.
The rain falling from the sky,
Falling from her eyes.
©2006-2008 ~patronus4000
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A poem I wrote for English class. It's part of the same poetry anthology as the poem, "The Turns of Fate", and as it's still not marked yet, here goes the same rules, copied 'n' pasted from "The Turns of Fate".
Since this project (it was part of a poetry anthology) isn't marked yet, my English teacher will probably go online and see if anyone plagiarized. So if he comes to this site, a few things to identify that this poem here is by the person who sits in his classroom.
- my English teacher's last name starts with a "L"
- his wife is an optometrist
- his classroom (at least in third period on day ones when I have him) is 222
- he likes to give really long notes for his students to copy from the overhead projector...
- and give really long speeches about them afterwards
This poem was inspired by what I went through one rainy day right before my anthology was due. I decided to write a poem on it, and discarded whatever other free verse poem I already had to put this one in the anthology. I like the rain, unlike most people. My parents try to shield me from it as if it's evil. They drive to school to pick me up, even though I want to walk in the rain.
*sigh* People these days. STOP HATING THE RAIN!!
Since this project (it was part of a poetry anthology) isn't marked yet, my English teacher will probably go online and see if anyone plagiarized. So if he comes to this site, a few things to identify that this poem here is by the person who sits in his classroom.
- my English teacher's last name starts with a "L"
- his wife is an optometrist
- his classroom (at least in third period on day ones when I have him) is 222
- he likes to give really long notes for his students to copy from the overhead projector...
- and give really long speeches about them afterwards
This poem was inspired by what I went through one rainy day right before my anthology was due. I decided to write a poem on it, and discarded whatever other free verse poem I already had to put this one in the anthology. I like the rain, unlike most people. My parents try to shield me from it as if it's evil. They drive to school to pick me up, even though I want to walk in the rain.
*sigh* People these days. STOP HATING THE RAIN!!
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*brava*
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*If tommorow doesn't come, i at least want to live today to it's fullest*
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Yes, and thanks, Mr. L. Though I may not be getting a 90% in English this year, at least you've improved my poetry.
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Beware of the man in the pop machine.
Just kidding.
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Beware of the man in the pop machine.
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*If tommorow doesn't come, i at least want to live today to it's fullest*
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Beware of the man in the pop machine.
agreed. agreed. agreed. agreed. agreed. agreed. agreed. agreed. agreed. agreed. agreed. agreed.
now let me read the actual poem.
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Instead of the blue of the sky." and "As the ageless spheres / Drop from the sky." Beautiful. = )
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"you make a good other." ~<3
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Earth Hour 08! Do it! =]
Umbrellas are evil though. But without the thing about people hating the rain, it's also kind of "evil" as in myths, ghosts can travel by using umbrellas as their "transportation devices". >__> So, yes, evil in both ways.
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