Rainy Night in Georgia

Rainy Night in Georgia

A Poem by wordman

Color me gray
as the sky fades to black
color me sad
on this cold rainy night

Rainy night in georgia
takes a toll,
as the rain
falls on my soul

I miss you sweet heart
i need you to hold
i need you to touch me baby
touch my soul

I guess 
i should have never let you go
now i feel you sweet heart
deep down in my soul

You see 
true love never dies
and as i stand here in the rain
my heart still cries ...

© 2017 wordman

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A lovely poem indeed.

A couple suggestions?
All your stanzas have an ABCB rhyme scheme except for the first one. You might want to change the last line in that 1st stanza to something like, "I want my sweetheart back"

Also, I know spelling doesn't count in poetry, in fact, you can even make up your own words, but the last word on the last line should be cries.

Posted 1 Year Ago

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Jesus & Gypsy Soul

1 Year Ago

Great critiquing. I need to learn these scales too.

1 Year Ago

just let it come from the heart,break the rules
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This would go beautifully on acoustic guitar... pouring those feelings out my friend. You penned these words perfectly :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

just think what i could do if i had a bottle of bourbon,thank you

1 Year Ago

haha... that would only release the filter my friend :)
You always have the perfect piece of music. On this one I have to wonder if the song didn't spark the poem. It can be pouring when there's not a cloud in the sky.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

no i added the music after,i wrote the poem playing color my world,thank you

1 Year Ago

Oh wow, that's a gave too and I can see how it would have sparked this.

1 Year Ago

half way through the write i played this one

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Added on December 22, 2015
Last Updated on July 1, 2017




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