There will come soft rains poem comes from the intuition of the poet as probably a sad experience weaved into strong metaphoric expression.
Metaphoric Poems about Soft Rains for You
These poems come in very symbolic forms, if you are going to ever read poems about soft rains, this is for you;
There Will Come Soft Rains
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,
Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
By, Sara Teasdale
- Tell all the Truth but tell it Slant
When I Die I Want Your Hands on My Eyes
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands
to pass their freshness over me one more time
to feel the smoothness that changed my destiny.
I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep,
I want for your ears to go on hearing the wind,
for you to smell the sea that we loved together
and for you to go on walking the sand where we walked.
I want for what I love to go on living
and as for you I loved you and sang you above everything,
for that, go on flowering, flowery one,
so that you reach all that my love orders for you,
so that my shadow passes through your hair,
so that they know by this the reason for my song.
By, Pablo Neruda
A Gift from God (There Will Come Soft Rains Poem)
Love can’t be described.
It has no shape, it has no form.
Love is not an object.
Love does not conform.
Love enters our lives
The moment we are born.
From the cradle to the grave,
Love’s in everyone.
Love burns like a candle
That sometimes flickers but never dies.
Love may be invisible,
Although it’s right before your eyes,
Love can leave you empty,
Love can make you whole.
Love can make or break you,
Love is in your soul.
Love is in your heart,
Love is in your mind.
Love doesn’t discriminate,
Love is always blind.
Love is universal,
It encompasses the globe.
No matter where you are,
Love has a language all its own.
Love is all around you.
There’s plenty of love to spare.
You cannot see or touch it,
But love is everywhere.
Love’s the greatest power,
And yet it is so small.
Love’s a gift from God
To be shared amongst us all.
By, John P. Read
- Fire and Ice (Poem) by Robert Frost
When Do I Think Of You? (There Will Come Soft Rains Poem)
I think of you in the morning
before the sun rises,
when in the still of the darkness
my heart feels your presence.
Your love, your tenderness,
your slow rhythmic breathing as you sleep,
and I am at peace.
I think of you when the first rays of sunlight
spill like a waterfall between the blinds
and settle in my eyes.
I reach my hand, my foot, any body part will do,
to touch you and breathe you in.
It feeds my heart, my soul, my spirit,
and I am at peace.
I think of you at noon when the sun is at its highest,
when the heat warms my skin
and causes my eyes to close with sheer pleasure.
Thoughts of you surround me, envelop me, overpower me.
Images of you swirl around like a funnel cloud,
sucking into its grasp all that it touches,
and I am at peace.
I think of you when the sun is setting
and its final rays of light begin to fade.
I can hear your voice, deep, soft, and slow in my head–
words of beauty, joy, friendship, and everlasting love.
My heart begins to sing a love song so sweet and so gentle.
I cannot wait to share my day with you and yours with me.
And I am at peace.
I think of you when the sun has set and the stillness of the moon
is displaying one of its many wondrous phases.
Thoughts of your smile, your laugh, and your eyes
create a feeling that is impossible to express with just words.
The need to touch you, to feel you, to drink you in
is almost too much to hold inside.
Anticipation of you is the greatest gift.
I am at peace.
By, Sherry Hilderbrand
Demons of Darkness (There Will Come Soft Rains Poem)
She stood on the bridge
In silence and fear,
For the demons of darkness
Had driven her here.
They cut her heart
Right out of her chest,
Making her believe
That the demons knew best.
They were always there,
Sometimes just out of sight,
Waiting in the background
Till the time was right.
These demons were destructive,
Knocking down the life she knew,
Hating everything about her;
She hated herself, too.
These demons can’t be seen,
But they’re far from fairy tales.
They live inside your mind;
Their evilness prevails.
So on the bridge she stood,
About to end the fight.
Then she stopped and thought
I’ll fight them one more night.
By, Olivia B
Scars (There Will Come Soft Rains Poem)
Here on my arm lies a mark that I made.
When I was so low, I cut with a blade
To punish my body for being a mess,
Though here is my testament, I must confess…
That seeing these scars left on my arms, legs, and chest
Makes me realize I was in a place of no rest;
I feel guilty inside for leaving this token.
Now I will see and remember that I was so broken.
But seeing these scars helps me see
That I survived so much trauma and now I am free.
So I ask you now to stand with me and fight,
To show all these demons what they’re doing is not right.
You won the battle of good versus bad.
You are still alive and are no longer sad.
Here on my arm lies a mark of survival.
I got through my hate and beat my self-rival.
By, Laura R
This Collection of poems illustrates the importance of remembering you’re not alone and you can survive no matter how bad things become.