Category Archives: Poetry

Within the Churning Sea – Poem

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Among the churning sea a lone boat rocks in the powerful waves,
Helpless but free, it’s destined to sink for it’s small, fragile and old,
With many cracks, and a single larger tear through the hull.

Inside sat a lone traveler with a bottle of rum and water up to his ankles
His coat drenched, his hood up, and his head down in defeat and shame,
The overwhelming chills made him tremble, yet his forehead was hot,

Within he felt a profound empty void, where everything resides.
He looked inside it to find the Three: Despair, Anger and Fear,
They were strong, and he was weak; he succumbed to their power.

His heart was black like the dark sky of the night,
His fear was like the powerful roar of the sky,
His psyche was unsteady like the rocking boat,
Was there no hope?

Thank for reading. So what do you think: is there no hope for the traveler? Is there something, anything, he could do to find a glimmer of hope, or is he forever lost? I’d like to hear what you think so leave a comment below.
Patrick Rain

The Waterfall Whisper – Poem

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The waterfall whisper like a glimmer of a revelation,
The light so shallow, fleeting but true,
It’s a view into the past, present – the future too,
A dark hollow of answers, where everything resides,

The mind made passive and still.
The eyes closed, body motionless, and the heart silenced,
Breathing slow and disconnected from the world,

The waterfall whisper like a glimmer of false hope,
An escape from everything – separate and cold,
Could it be a veneer of calmness, something amiss?
Things undone are waiting,

Thank you for reading. This piece is quite too-sided, so I’d like to hear your opinions. Is the waterfall a symbol of a positive state? Marvelous maybe? Or something completely different? Leave a comment below.

Cheers,
Patrick Rain

The Companion – Poem

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Painting a world of your own,
Molding a statue – life,
Staring at the horizon,
Ready to take a dive,

The statue is small, withered,
It’s a fragile piece of art,
A vibrant reflection of a growing heart,

With time it grows into an imposing sight,
It overshadows all challenges,
Carries you with its power,
Protecting you like an undefeated tower.

Thanks for reading,
Patrick Rain

A Song of Lies – Poem

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The wind is singing out about,
A song of glory – or maybe not!

The heroes of the tales,
A lie can swiftly replace,

The villain can be reborn,
With a heroic shield adorned,

His vulpine smile can be bent,
His wicked deeds lies will mend,

The noble actions we so seek,
May in truth awfully reek,

Of lies, deceit and greedy hands,
Singing of the heroes end,

The wind is singing out about,
A song of glory – or maybe not!

Thanks for reading.
Patrick Rain

Black Flames – Poem

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The dragon gazed at him with those hideous eyes,
Making him think – recall every one of his lies,

His comrades are dead, cheated
They surround him in blood,

He dares not to look back,
For fear of being captured and stuck,

He promised them glory and pride,
To abundant gold he was the guide,

All his promises are charred,
In black abysmal flames,
Of the creature afar,
That death portends,

Thanks for reading,
Patrick Rain

Dreaming at the Night – Poem

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I’m fixed to the sky,
I never touch the horizon,

Covered in light it seems I am,
Visible in the night sky,

Yet most of my brothers are hidden away,
I for one play in the foreground,

People watch – from time to time,
The light – wishing,

This is just a short piece written from the perspective of an inanimate object. Recently, some of you might have noticed that I haven’t been posting as often. That’s because I’m working on my novel. I’m currently editing the final draft, but once I’m done, I’ll resume my regular schedule.

Thanks for reading.
Patrick Rain.

Within the Eyes – Poem

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The smile is in the eyes,
To the soul it’s a door,
That expresses honesty and lies,
It’s the sum of a person’s lore,

Looking deep within,
The spark that flares and dims,
You can see everywhere they’ve been,
Listen to the songs and hymns,

The eyes express emotions and more,
A history of sorts,
The perennial hypnotizing shore,
That reality distorts,

Thanks for reading. Feel free to comment.
Patrick Rain

King’s Law | Poem

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The gaze of a king,
A rotten ruler by a crown adorned,
Without any regard for life,
Cruelty is the weapon,

Sitting on the throne,
With a wave of a hand,
Condemns souls,
To eternal death,

His word is the law,
In this kingdom behold,
For there is no escape,
From the king’s hold,

Thanks for reading,
Patrick Rain

Darkness from Light | Poem

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Darkness that is created by light,
Shadows of things illuminated by the sun,
Things casting shadows – why?

If light is everything good,
Why does it create the dark –
Shadows that spread wide?

Their hands reaching with desires,
Yet they can’t grasp,
The darkness – defenseless, powerless
Or is it?

Thanks for reading.
Patrick Rain