Welcome to Ribbons of Rain - My Personal Poetry, Verses and Rhymes.
Welcome to my personal poetry. Some of my poems are innocent and tender, whilst other pieces of poetry are 'hard hitting' and 'discussion raising'. All of it 'matters' and all of my poetry is from the heart. Ribbons of Rain is a collection of personal poetry. Poems, verses and rhymes which I have written over the years. It's main focus is on people and their circumstances. With it comes some 'earthy' poems. People, nature and general observations of both.
It's not possible to include my entire collection of poetry in a single lens, it is therefore my intention to create more poetry lenses in the future.
You do not have my permission to use my poetry commercially. However, you may use it for personal (non profitable websites) PROVIDED you place the following at the foot of each poem: Written by Deborah Lowe. For more poetry by Deborah please visit http://www.squidoo.com/my_personal_poetry
I do hope you will enjoy the poems displayed on this lens and that you will keep a look out for more of my poetry on future lenses.
For me a poem is a very small book which tells a very big story.
It's not possible to include my entire collection of poetry in a single lens, it is therefore my intention to create more poetry lenses in the future.
You do not have my permission to use my poetry commercially. However, you may use it for personal (non profitable websites) PROVIDED you place the following at the foot of each poem: Written by Deborah Lowe. For more poetry by Deborah please visit http://www.squidoo.com/my_personal_poetry
I do hope you will enjoy the poems displayed on this lens and that you will keep a look out for more of my poetry on future lenses.
For me a poem is a very small book which tells a very big story.
Ribbons of Rain - Nature Poetry / Fantasy Poetry
From RIBBONS of RAIN - My Personal Poetry Collection
Satin Swans on pink water glide,
to silence talking from the hill side,
honour propels them with elegance and grace,
beneath tall trees of dripping lace.
Romancing 'round lily pads of silver threaded gold,
caressed by the heavens, buds unfold,
sun sprinkled stardust on the tow path does stain,
the sky in it's splendour holds ribbons of rain.
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to silence talking from the hill side,
honour propels them with elegance and grace,
beneath tall trees of dripping lace.
Romancing 'round lily pads of silver threaded gold,
caressed by the heavens, buds unfold,
sun sprinkled stardust on the tow path does stain,
the sky in it's splendour holds ribbons of rain.
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Boxed Up People - Homeless Poetry / Cardboard City Poetry
From RIBBONS of RAIN - My Personal Poetry Collection
Damp are the boxes which ever so rare,
shield us from dangers that live with us there.
Amidst broken bottles we fit with the trash,
the posh gentlemen passing us, choose to dash.
Embarrassed by our being there, with stare or smirk,
as upright and dignified they make for work.
No place to go, the streets we smear,
a truth from the city, one not to hear.
Famous in winter time with soup on the go,
TV News stars - boxed up in snow.
Criticsm anchors, abuse at our ears,
our simple existence, meets with their fears.
Do we have dignity? Do we have pride?
A pillar of society - one to hide.
We're landmarks of negligence, buried in strife,
we're hearts in boxes, parcelled for life.
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shield us from dangers that live with us there.
Amidst broken bottles we fit with the trash,
the posh gentlemen passing us, choose to dash.
Embarrassed by our being there, with stare or smirk,
as upright and dignified they make for work.
No place to go, the streets we smear,
a truth from the city, one not to hear.
Famous in winter time with soup on the go,
TV News stars - boxed up in snow.
Criticsm anchors, abuse at our ears,
our simple existence, meets with their fears.
Do we have dignity? Do we have pride?
A pillar of society - one to hide.
We're landmarks of negligence, buried in strife,
we're hearts in boxes, parcelled for life.
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Poetry Books on Amazon
A Lonely Man - Love Poetry / Hope Poetry
From RIBBONS of RAIN - My Personal Poetry Collection
You're falling - like a bird that has no wings.
Cutting with a knife, that has no blade.
A brainy man, who won -
the lowest grade.
Entering - as if you have been sucked in.
Sinking fast and deep, in solid sand.
A hard man, building hopes -
on taken land.
Sailing - on a lake that has no water.
Looking below for things only found above.
A lonely man, afraid to talk -
but asking for my love.
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Cutting with a knife, that has no blade.
A brainy man, who won -
the lowest grade.
Entering - as if you have been sucked in.
Sinking fast and deep, in solid sand.
A hard man, building hopes -
on taken land.
Sailing - on a lake that has no water.
Looking below for things only found above.
A lonely man, afraid to talk -
but asking for my love.
Get FREE animations at www.free4-all.co.uk
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Fooled - Adoration Poetry / Temptation Poetry / Personal Destruction Poetry
From RIBBONS of RAIN - My Personal Poetry Collection
She is a beauty,
in her hovel,
where she takes stolen men;
and drinks cheap
red wine,
from a doubting vine,
which thrives inside her lesser self.
She is a beauty,
in the quivering hand
of the flamed man,
flattered and fooled
by her curdling smile,
in a short while,
he is property lost to a misery irresistible.
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in her hovel,
where she takes stolen men;
and drinks cheap
red wine,
from a doubting vine,
which thrives inside her lesser self.
She is a beauty,
in the quivering hand
of the flamed man,
flattered and fooled
by her curdling smile,
in a short while,
he is property lost to a misery irresistible.
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I Dream - Love Poetry / Tenderness Poetry / Contentment Poetry
From RIBBONS of RAIN - My Personal Poetry Collection
I dream we'll always be together,
and never be apart;
I dream you'll always be the candle,
lighting up my heart.
I dream you'll always be the one,
with open arms to see;
I dream you'll always be the warmth,
that wraps me tenderly.
I dream you'll always be the strength,
that shows me how you care;
I dream you'll always be the morning,
that wakes me with you there.
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and never be apart;
I dream you'll always be the candle,
lighting up my heart.
I dream you'll always be the one,
with open arms to see;
I dream you'll always be the warmth,
that wraps me tenderly.
I dream you'll always be the strength,
that shows me how you care;
I dream you'll always be the morning,
that wakes me with you there.
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Reader Feedback - Please be gentle!
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Jewelsofawe May 25, 2008 @ 7:40 pm | delete
- great poetry....
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kingkurt2001 May 17, 2008 @ 3:00 pm | delete
- Interesting stuff... Thought provoking too.
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Brenda
May 13, 2008 @ 4:38 am | delete
- Cardboard City'poem very touching and very sad. Very true!
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Joe Breunig
Apr 18, 2008 @ 5:18 pm | delete
- Cute lens. In case you're interested, I've self-published my own book of poetry. I am willing to share info regarding the process, having gone it myself. I wish you well with your poetry.
Joe Breunig
Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513
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Brite-Ideas
Mar 30, 2008 @ 2:25 pm | delete
- Beautiful work, especially moved by this line in your "boxed up for life" poem:"We're landmarks of negligence, buried in strife,
we're hearts in boxes, parcelled for life."..very touching. Thank you for visiting my poetry lens as well.
Barb
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CliveAnderson
Mar 25, 2008 @ 5:29 pm | delete
- Hi Debbie, A real top lens you have here. Found some very interesting information and details. Have given you a deserved 5 stars as well as lensrolling, favoriting and joining your fan club. Kind Regards
Clive Anderson
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