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Rain
Note:- For those who may not understand, these are one of the poems, where people connect their emotions and or their state in a certain situation with the weather or nature. I wrote this poem about myself. I wrote it because I met people who were something else in front of me and something else behind my back. They told me things about themselves which I thought were true but they turned out to be a complete lie. I also felt a lot of difficulty to prove myself and make efforts for it. So in this poem, the person describes their feeling towards rain and how they connect somewhat with it. Please give this poem a try. I am only a begginer and I am trying to improve. But would like to have your opinion as it would help me in improving. Enjoy!
There pours the shower of rain.
Down the lane it goes, all the way up to the magnificent tower.
Rain; it is the perfect time and setting.
For letting the salty tears join the ones of the rain.
For watching all the efforts go in vain.
Efforts which made no gains.
The rain provides me comfort.
It is like an open book.
In one look, one can tell, that it is like the tears of the one who only gave and never took.
I am, just like every other time, seated in my chair.
Away, for not not long, but for sometime, from the multifaceted world and its glare.
They say, make your presence felt.
But oh how bad itit is. How everlastingly long it is!
That you feel, that you never should have dealt with it.
For a throng of people to spare a glance at you.
And oh please don't think of me as someone really Irksome, I try my hardest for it.
Yet it gets exceedingly troublesome.
Wretched moments and miserable days flung me away carelessly down the cliff.
Everything now seems quite triffling.
Yet I try to become suseptible to sorrows.
But I end up being suseptible to an outpour of tears, just like the ones of the rain.
And like every other time I made no gain.
All that left behind is pain.
So this poem is definitely not the best or perfect. I am still learning. Please give me a chance. Thank you to all the people who have stumbled upon my work and have given it a chance. You are the best ever and I hope for your best.
# sad poems
#sadness
#rain
© byhistoryfreak
There pours the shower of rain.
Down the lane it goes, all the way up to the magnificent tower.
Rain; it is the perfect time and setting.
For letting the salty tears join the ones of the rain.
For watching all the efforts go in vain.
Efforts which made no gains.
The rain provides me comfort.
It is like an open book.
In one look, one can tell, that it is like the tears of the one who only gave and never took.
I am, just like every other time, seated in my chair.
Away, for not not long, but for sometime, from the multifaceted world and its glare.
They say, make your presence felt.
But oh how bad itit is. How everlastingly long it is!
That you feel, that you never should have dealt with it.
For a throng of people to spare a glance at you.
And oh please don't think of me as someone really Irksome, I try my hardest for it.
Yet it gets exceedingly troublesome.
Wretched moments and miserable days flung me away carelessly down the cliff.
Everything now seems quite triffling.
Yet I try to become suseptible to sorrows.
But I end up being suseptible to an outpour of tears, just like the ones of the rain.
And like every other time I made no gain.
All that left behind is pain.
So this poem is definitely not the best or perfect. I am still learning. Please give me a chance. Thank you to all the people who have stumbled upon my work and have given it a chance. You are the best ever and I hope for your best.
# sad poems
#sadness
#rain
© byhistoryfreak
