Achy

Just a Drizzle
By: the iHope Poet

Our time has past
and too late
I'm forgetting to keep breathing.

Darling, you kept my heart beating
all those years;
behind us now.

Mem'ries burn
as tears flood,
and words get a little achy.

But Darling, I'll keep saving
just a drizzle
of our love.

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Different Paths

two horizons
By: The iHope Poet

the ocean and the sky form two horizons.
        a second shade of blue atop the first.

some people sail the shoreline
        others cross in flying planes.

and both routes last a distance
        that can quench the traveler's thirst.

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The Last Rainstorm

This Time I'll Dance.

By: The iHope Poet

God, send me a rainstorm.

I know you've sent so many before..

Before these years turned into droughts.

I used to leave behind my doubts,

when rain would fall,

and dance.

But I've forgotten in recent years.

When thunder came, I'd open ears;

I loved the lightning, the waterfall..

The storm itself, well, it came and all,

I just stopped dancing. God, I tried

to love the rain - but something died

the moment I forgot 

to dance.

And now I'm asking, one more time,

before I leave my home behind..

Please, God, make me a rainstorm.

Send me one last, beautiful rain,

and help me wash away this pain.

The door is open, key in hand,

I have a future with a plan --

but I can't take another step 

without the hope

of dancing again.

Make me a rainstorm, God, one more.

I promise that I'll dance before

it goes away. This time I will --

No more watching from the windowsill.

I'll be out there, last of all,

with open arms.

Twirling in Your waterfall.

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A Gray Thought

Why I love the Color Gray

First, I loved it for its contribution to rain. As a little girl I was so fascinated by the dark clouds, thick sky, and heavy wind that always meant a rain storm was on its way. Gray was the theme of every rainstorm - it still is. And I still love it. I do not always have the time to dance in the puddles like I used to, but my appreciation for God's Teardrops remains the same. 

Then, I loved it for its temperance. A perfect blend of two extremes of the spectrum. Black and white. Gray. For whatever reason I felt a need to become gray myself - not too much of anything. Yet, as I grew older still, I learned and realized that my enemies love the color for the very same reason. 

Evil and good. Gray. 

If it all blends together, who's to say there's any truth left in this world? 

And so, desperately, I searched for the real, final reason of why this color could possibly mean so much to me. And I have found it in my poetry. 

I love the color gray for the same reason I love the gospel. For the same reason I look to Christ. For the same reason I love the smell of rain, and the same reason I have a journal of poems entitled iHope. 

Gray reflects Potential. 

It insinuates Hope and Possibility. 

It brightens the black sky, and shines through the end of the tunnel to remind me that, though all is not perfectly right yet, though the sun does not always shine directly above me, light is on its way. 

When I see gray, I remember that I am not lost. 

I remember that I still have a destination, I still have purity to attain; but that I am no longer hopeless. 

No longer alone. 

The Devil loves Gray for its shadow. I love it for its light. 

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water colors

Drawing in the Rain
By: the iHope Poet

This paint is a cascading storm upon the canvas,
dripping in a long streak of gray.
It's all a world of tears;
the tears spilling down my face.
It isn't easy drawing pictures in the rain.

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The sky dropped buckets . . .

On a clear, blue day. 

By: the iHope Poet

The sun was here the other day. 

It promised it would stay

a while. 

The clouds were white and far away, 

yet lingered, as if threat'ning bile.

Today those clouds have lowered, thick, 

and though the skies are still so blue, 

I see the world in grays and blacks. 

And white is gone, the sunshine, too. 

So much for promises of lasting sun,

so much for hope of days to come.

The rain is here today, 

and I

can only look towards the sky. 

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Perfect

Beautiful Dark

By: the iHope Poet

Beautiful dark skies 

perfect on this beautiful, dark day. 

Ashen clouds with sullen shadow, 

dim light all but hidden from view. 

Intricate figures carved in thick, gray blankets of air. 

And hazy dreams confuse my focus --

Do you think it will rain today?

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It's Autumn Time . . .

Thirsty

By: the iHope Poet

Orange, orange, everywhere. Orange in the blaze of the October sun on my skin, in the striking shade of the fat pumpkin at my side. Orange in the rich folds of the flower petals and the dry crunch of the leaves on the ground.

All around, I see the fire.

The flames of late fall are as brilliant as ever, defined by their distinct colors (of golds, burgundies, indigos and emeralds) and crisp breath; as their cold heat burns away the old news of spring and summer.

While the earth succumbs to the wild dance of Autumn, the cerulean sky watches curiously from above; and the wind tickles it’s unperturbed surface, arousing a keen sense of longing to take part in this marvelous shift of nature. And yet, far aloft, the limits of the ragged blue atmosphere remain, barren of all clouds, which were mercilessly scorched away in the slicing heat of the harvest day.

And so, the exhausted heavens thirst. Not as the flowers do for subtle showers from white, billowy tendrils of cloud. But for the rumbling blacks and grays and ashen haze to come rolling in, and relieve that tension of unfulfilled change in the air; to shock those final traces of life out of the mountains, the trees, and the thin, coarse dirt.

Yes, the sky dreams; it yearns to settle the chills and the sleep, and regrets of lost time, deep into the soil where the roots of all things lie raw and wilted; simply by making it rain.

God, Why?

So Perfect
By: the iHope Poet

God,
why the thunder claps?

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God,
why the lightning?
God,
why the clouds so dark?
Why so bold and frightening?

Not that I'm afraid,
you know,
not that I don't like it.
Not that it's too dark and loud,
just that it's so perfect.

So thank you, God, for thunder claps,
fingertips of lightning,
Clouds of white, of gray, of black.
Perfect. Grand and striking.

it's raining it's pouring

it will Rain Away
By: the iHope Poet

She cries for help
But she doesn't want it

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You fall asleep as you call her out

The clock's still turning
The sky's still falling
And she can't remember why she still doubts

No clouds are darker
No water thicker
Than what she's surrounded by today

Yet, here she stands
With empty hope,
Hope that it will rain away

Limits (the Sky)

Need

By: the iHope Poet

Kissing the moon with teardrops

Lingering on my lips.

Reaching the stars,

Glancing the clouds, 

Falling down with the rain.

Twilight is quickly fading;

When did the end begin?

Trying to breathe,

Failing to see,

Life will not wait for me.

Maybe our last tomorrow

Is lost in the setting sun,

so All that I am

and Wanted to be is

Struggling to remain. 

Soon, I'll have understanding.

Now is my time to learn.

but Touching the sky

and Grasping the world

is Not what I truly need. 

Not really what need. 

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the sky is crying.

dripdropping
By: the iHope Poet

wistful
teary
weary
hurtful
trying
falling
calling
crying
hoping
doubting
dropping

knowing
over
soaring
roaring
sober

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too late

yearning...
reaching..
seeking.
turning

sober
roaring
soaring
over
knowing
dropping
doubting
hoping
crying
calling
falling
trying
hurtful
weary
teary
wistful....

then
the thunder
then
the lighting
then, the quiet of the sky

God Forbid

don't let me fall

by: the iHope Poet

God forbid me fall astray,

If I don't listen to the way

the rain falls on the pavement 

from the doorway. 

And I pray the sun will show 

the paths that lead me on, I'll follow...

please don't let me hear the echo

of the tempting steps beyond.

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Kissed

Wind Blown
By: the iHope Poet

The wind kissed my lips, 

brushed his lingering fingertips

across my brow and through my hair,

then left before I could despair

the absence of his fleeting touch. 

The wind danced with me

one precious night, exalted me

above the stars. 

I still have chills from flying so far.

in the embrace of the wispy sky. 

So kissed and blown away
am I, a helpless girl with nothing left to say.
The wind is mine,
but I cannot be his, by God's design,
he must blow another way.

Oh, my wind-kissed soul!
my fluttered heart he touched and stole,
but now he's far away from me.
I fell through his hazy arms
and today, he cannot cool the blistered marks

scorched upon my head by the burning of the sun,
the burning sun, with no such wind I used to know
to blow away the pain.
The burning sun,
the sun, alone.   

Come and Gone...

They Sing the Song of the Deep Green Slumber

By: the iHope Poet

 (Eighth Grade) 

Deep in the forest on silver white hills,

A rain falls as cold and as silent as ice.

Ripe on a branch of an old empty tree,

The leaves whisper a tune of sweet sleep, to entice.

Then the wind joins the song as it sways through the air;

The thunder claps twice and the lightning is there.

Down come the snow and the sleet and the fire,

While the golden sun sets behind the hilltops.

Further out spreads nature’s wild autumn choir;

They sing the song of the deep green slumber.

Now the mountains are dancing to the shrill, savage words;

Each line is recited by the south-flying birds.

There are leaves and twigs flying into the sky,

Every color mixed in from yellow to red.

The verses are stronger and making a change;

Our forests and creatures are departing to bed.

The summer is banned for the rest of the year;

Now the next season’s song is back for us to hear.

Come next spring, new life will sprout from the frosty earth.

As for now, nature is transformed into a temporary death.

Still the song of the green slumber progresses,

While autumn continues her memorized breath.

Soon winter will sing her part of the melody;

When the ground will be whiter than autumn can see.

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Gray reflects Potential

The Gray Song

By: the iHope Poet

Walking on my shadow under

Deeply ashen skies

The rain is falling silver in the dark

And so it shines.

All is strangely peaceful

And despite the somber fog

There’s a feeling in the air of desperate

Hope for something more.

A sea of fallen teardrops buries

Lost and broken hearts

Mute and leaden in their color, they’re unsure

Of where to start

After all the hurt they’ve been through

All the twisted, tinted pain

Now, for once, there is a chance that

They’ll be healed inside this rain

in this Shadow -- the Extended version --

at the Edge of the Rain
the final verse

In the end we rely
on our faith in the dark,
so perspective will oft times
seem lost;
but
if we try to believe
and help others achieve
maybe then we can all
do our parts.

At the edge of the rain,
Find our hearts.


First and second verses, here.

In this Shadow

at the Edge of the Rain
By: the iHope Poet

It's a beautiful world
with the clouds on the top
and the rain falling down
in the dark
No one sees what I see
through this fraud harmony
For when light shines
it all falls apart.

What would happen if hope
were to flutter away
all suppressed under secrets
and fears
Then the gray would turn black
with no promise of light
at the edge of
the rainstorm of tears
     

Final (extended:) verse, here.

I like the rain...

Nothing Else

By: the iHope Poet

To the clouds in the sky

And the sun, way up high

I will stand in this rain

Sing this song once again

There is nothing else like 

what you’re giving me now

All this power in the dark

Is a spark that somehow

I am safe, I’m alone

In this place I call home

People hurt, they lash out

Rip my heart – scream and shout

Here I go, here I cry

Here in you I confide

That I tried all my best

Just to prove to the rest

That I’m perfectly sane

Not with them – in the rain!

No, there’s nothing else like 

what you’ve shown me before

So much hope in this dark

Is a spark that there’s more

Than that place I called home

Back with them – all alone

And with you I’m still safe

In this place that I roam

To the storm in the sky

As you give your goodbye

I will sing my last lines

Thanking you for your time

There will never be anything else like the rain

For in you I am safe, I am sound

I am sane

No one knows that I cry

Under you, where I hide

And you’ve given me all, for that secret is mine

it could be Raining

If I Could Rain

By: the iHope Poet

I stand in the rain

and feel the rhythm it forms

Drip drop, drip drop…

I am inspired

I see myself

With the potential to be anything

A musician, a writer

An artist

This water falls, and fills the air

With hope and talent.

If I could rain,

I’d send down lightning bolts of exhilaration

The thunder would shake

The earth with ideas

The smell of dew would

Spread my influence

And the clouds would form my purpose.

If I could rain,

The world would witness

Every tree reach up

Towards the sky

Thirsting for more

Each bird would fly

Alongside every raindrop

And the sun?

The sun would watch from behind the clouds

Holding back its light ‘til after

The day that I rain.

It would be dark

With strikes of energy lighting the air

And thunderous booms! keeping each soul alert

Every mind would be in deep thought

The atmosphere would be seen from each angle

As a sky of concentration
a thick fog of imagination.

Oh, if I could rain.

I would rain

My heart, my mind

My strength

My determination, my dreams

And my inspiration

Each raindrop would be

A storm

Of my life.