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Are the many
Shades of rain
Just
Umbrellas
In a crowd
Or my sadness
When
I have to say goodbye
Walking away
Leaving
Instead I wanted
An embrace
But
There's no room for
Us
So much
Crowding in our world
I wonder if I'll ever
Reach you
In all of these
Shades of rain
Maybe
Our sun will
Shine
For a short while
The shades will go down
And you will
See my happiness
When
You're coming
My way
Holding
Your hand out
To touch mine...
But that's all...
Putting my shade
Back up
For the next
Rain...
I know it's coming
Made me think of a dear friend.
(Title courtesy of J.Verse)
Mrs Timetable Jan 15
There are many
Layered shades of me
From light to dark
I always stop and think
Which one blends
Best
With
Yours?
And when?

I can only hope
For all of them
All the time
Things I think about while driving
Zywa Oct 2023
In the neon light,

shadows appear and vanish --


Strolling nightlife girls.
"Desolation Angels" (1965, Jack Kerouac), chapter 1-2-65: "Neons, Chinese restaurants / coming on - / Girls come by shades"

Collection "MistI"
not that this bothers me,
the shades of your silliness.
the presence, my dear.
because if it did then,
i would’ve ceased
at delivering these words.
admittedly then, the silly person,
i suppose, must be me.
Escape Nov 2022
Iced, flakes
Lavender - this sky
Up, over, beyond, around
And inside

Dawns a deep desire

Such is the whisper
Such is the sight
Of a beautiful, beautiful
Tanzanite.
Substance pleochroic, darling mine with care
Mrs Timetable Feb 2022
I dreamt of you
In black and white
But
Your voice
Was in color
I do not know
What words you said
But I heard
Shades of adore
blue is the color that I choose
when I choose to sing the blues
in blue bow tie and navy shoes
royal, sapphire, midnight, who's

24 shades will I unveil
aqua, turquoise, powder, pale
Ocean blue escorts winter's hail
Carolina skies, electric eyes
of baby blue
a friend asked for a poem of blue
Paul Idiaghe Sep 2020
as autumn plants her feet,
cities burst into smoke, shades
and silence, until I can only sit
& grieve as a ruby-dream fades

into the mist; tell me this is earth
breaking feasts to mark the birth
of our bond, tell me this remains
the season where hearts rain

like leaves as they, as we, fall
in love beneath golden trees
& we'll only need to loosen our all
to cling tighter than we please;

tell me that when the perils flee,
you'll return, arms open-- tell me.
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