Rain

Rain

 

The rain grabbed by little hands

The little sun through the little piles of sand

The sea´s overcome the shore

The laterns the places of hope

 

The darkness and blackness around the latern place

The sanctuary grounds in the middle of the mist

The places of hope

Hope that is hard to find

 

The angel wings around that ground

Protecting you from every sound

The little hands that catch the rain

The demons of hell which are thirsty for human tears

 

The rain that are tears out of the sky

From angels that saw that family fell down

Now without hope, out of the little light

The angels will be the one in the flames

Reviews

[I Cast a Shadow]

Almost a stream of consciousness. I like it but I feel in time it will be a great poem with more revision. I love the imagery. You have a way with words. Harness it.

[deeps]

This is so wonderful. I enjoyed this.

[Rae]

Pretty cool, very open to interpretation. Keep writing!!

[Vinod Kumar U K]

New rain incidents.....Nice fragrance and cool......

[∂αʌ<..]

i refer the rain in a positive way but your poem is still magnificent one! a bit morbid if you ask me but excellently put!

[BrynnaW.]

Such a wonderful poem. I loved it... Very well written. Good job and keep on writing!

[White Ink]

beautiful :)

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

A beautiful captivating read :)

[amdc101]

I love the ending the most. This is a beautiful poem.

[nevermindfan1991]

Ominous, solemn, and beautiful. This was a captivating read with incredibly vivid word choice. Great Job, I really enjoyed this!