Hazel Durham


November Rain - Poem by Hazel Durham

The November rain
Is drenching his constant inner pain,
Of letting go his heart's embrace,
She has flame coloured hair and a heart-shaped face,

Like a Celtic goddess running through the fields with her wonderful grace,
She is immersed in his thoughts that is the case,
He is consumed like a mighty warrior to conquer her bruised heart,
Always longing for her sultry glance, green eyes wonder,

Now without her he hears the sound of angry thunder,
That tears his heart asunder,
She has run from the past to a bar stool,
She drinks rum and black to attack,

The hell of her memories,
Of her father who destroyed her budding soul,
She has run away before she gets too old,
From her father's rage and arrogance so bold,

She sings and plays a weeping tune,
Worshipping the power of the full moon,
To take her away to a softer planet soon,
She used to snuggle up to him on damp afternoons,

Laughing at the joy of their eternal love,
But she continued drinking and like a white dove
She finds peace from the awful memories of her home
He was there to protect her from being alone,

He had to leave her, a certainty like the tide leaves the shore,
She is the woman he adores,
But her self destruction he deplores,
He searches for her sultry glance in the eyes of other women,


The light has been switched off in his life,
The only woman he wanted for his wife,
He is left with the shocking pain
In the November rain.

Topic(s) of this poem: love and loss


Comments about November Rain by Hazel Durham

  • Tan Pratonix (6/21/2017 12:04:00 AM)


    This is definitely one of your more powerful poems. But I feel the 'November rain' in many of your poems. There seems to be a 'love lost', failed romance, a winter blight, somewhere. Traces of Sylvia Plath, regarding her attitude to her father. These lines: The hell of her memories,
    Of her father who destroyed her budding soul,
    She has run away before she gets too old,
    From her father's rage and arrogance so bold,
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  • Leah Ayliffe (12/22/2015 1:22:00 PM)


    This is gorgeous. Your poems are so delicious to read out loud!
    She sings and plays a weeping tune,
    Worshipping the power of the full moon,
    To take her away to a softer planet soon,
    She used to snuggle up to him on damp afternoons, - - - perfect!
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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (12/3/2015 8:47:00 AM)


    Heartfelt poem, How did I missed this one? Dipped in love and pain this poem bloom in november rain.10+++ (Report) Reply

  • Vishal Sharma (11/15/2015 1:34:00 PM)


    heart touching poetry each line tells a story of its own i always love how you open your poem and gradually end with such a clarity (Report) Reply

  • (11/13/2015 9:45:00 AM)


    A touching tale, Hazel. As usual, well written, imaginative and descriptive. 'She' like so many others before her sought refuge in a bottle. It's never a permanent solution, she destroyed her life and her lover's life. Well done Hazel (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (11/9/2015 8:02:00 AM)


    I was happy looking at the title and now i feel so differently as i started to read....what a tragic, like a song of same title...and yes here also have November rain too....no no no..it is a real rain in November hahahaha...nice work Hazel, i read your poem again :) (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (11/8/2015 7:39:00 PM)


    Here both the hero and the heroine are haunted by memories of a love that went astray! The heroine is the victim of abuse in her childhood and fled away from home. In her loneliness she met a man who alleviated her sense of loneliness and gave worth and meaning to her life. But unfortunately the man couldn't make her his wife and she has given herself to drinks to drown her past! In the November rain, he is plagued by memories of her! The story of two shattered hearts told in a touching way! (Report) Reply

  • Akhtar Jawad (11/8/2015 9:25:00 AM)


    The hell of her memories,
    Of her father who destroyed her budding soul,
    She has run away before she gets too old,
    From her father's rage and arrogance so bold,
    A touching poem!
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  • Mai Murphy Venn (11/6/2015 5:31:00 PM)


    It has a good swing to it and everyone knows November is just one month before the festivities of Christmas when we forget our troubles for awhile. A good poem. (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/6/2015 2:57:00 PM)


    The November rain
    Is drenching his constant inner pain,
    Of letting go his heart's embrace, ...Very wise and interesting expression of emotion through the skillful art of expression here about love and loss. Switching off light in life is so sad but we hope love will light life again. Amazing sharing...10
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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 6, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, November 6, 2015


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