"When The Rain Came"- A Poem

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I remember the day

When I rode my bike home in the rain.

The sky got quiet and the trees didn’t breathe,

And then the rain came.

I’d never felt a million needles

Landing on my skin all at once,

But that day, I swear to you,

I felt alive.

I was alive when the mascara ran down my face,

Like cascading rivers of blackness.

I was alive when my jeans stuck to me,

Forcing my movement slowly to almost nothing.

I was alive because I remember laughing

Then gasping for some extra helpings of that

Air that was flooded with oxygen.

Crisp, energizing, and fresh oxygen,

While I pedaled, and pedaled

All the way to my warm garage.

And the best part was,

When I found shelter and the rainbow came out,

It was the most electrifying rainbow I’d ever seen,

Because I had given it life.

"Poets"- A Poem

I am a poet.

I don’t just write,

I put my feelings onto a sheet of paper.

Which,

When you think about it,

Is a lot braver than keeping them inside.

Poets are people that feel.

They feel the wind telling them things,

And the trees whispering.

Every once in awhile, they don’t feel at all.

That’s when the best poetry comes about.

Sometimes the words they write don’t make sense.

And sometimes they are not supposed to.

They just love the way the delicate letters roll off of their tongue,

Taking their conscience with them.

But poets are people.

They are people like you and I,

Who have bad hair days,

Terrible relationships,

Strange families,

And insecurity issues.

They aren’t magic or inhuman.

In fact,

They are more human than the entire world combined.