Ace Malarky
Ace Malarky
Nov 6, 2013

The earth drinks;
the sky weeps;
      a misty shroud is spread
      o'er immortal Sol who sleeps.

I'd love to write more later, and this certainly doesn't feel complete, but I couldn't help but share!

--Ace
Samuel
Samuel
Sep 4, 2011

It is a slow, sad rain
that falls today

And I do not define
myself by the weather

into the drizzle
pluie d'été

there's a girl
who holds
the universe
in her eyes
(they aren't tired
yet)

she loves the rain
and the sound
of voices
and his eyes
and his eyes
and his eyes
and the feeling
she got
after her second
kiss

she dresses
in white
her cheeks
stained
with innocence
held high
(her tears
fall like rivers
whenever
she cries)

she
drowns in words
faded
pieces
of a thousand forests
a billion minds
and minutes
held
crumbling
and falling
through her lap
and scrawls
empty words
(the ones
she hears)
between gaps
in the pages

she
sows
an entirety
and gives them names
of all the famous writers
(she sometimes
regrets
reading them)
and caresses them
with her lips
and the words
that slip through
(they really
become
more beautiful
in the sunlight)

she
won't say the words
that need not
be said
tainting feelings
and moments
with a means of escape
(and she will hold her palm
over her ears
just to save herself
from hearing them
fall like feathers
from your lips)

she will
fall in love
with strangers
until she knows
them
(and then she will wonder
if her imagination
was actually real)

she will
write
until the moths
tire
fluttering
against a lit screen
and the butterflies
fall apart
across
a bare neck
like stars
falling into the sea

she loves
the sky
and the sea
and can't decide
on separate
entities
(confusion
mounts
and weighs her down
until she flies
away
into the drizzle
on the corners
a gentle breeze)

Drizzle on a Monday morning;
Claire Rubbelke
Claire Rubbelke
Nov 6, 2013      Nov 6, 2013

Coffee shop blues flutter on a low breeze;
Smokey jazz unbalanced on the stage;
Raw emotion flickers in the melting candles;
Drizzle on a Monday morning;
Bicycling by, a man late for work;
A whining saxaphone on a street corner;
A wailing trumpet from the balcony above;
A bass booming from somewhere below;
A distant drummer beats out a rhyme;
Coffee shop blues flutter away with the breeze.

#403

the intent is beautiful
when my eyes stare at yours;
my laughter is founded
and you invade me through the front door
rubbing hands and feet
the feeling is unknown;
wanna raise your hair and steal your minutes
but your presence bewilders
and I hug you slowly
to see if I can sip your scent
before you leave without me.

I was drizzle,
sky
sky
Aug 15, 2013

If people were rain,
I was drizzle,
and she was a hurricane."


Maybe I am one, a hurricane.
Inside I crave the peace and serenity
Granted to mid-morning drizzles
Falling gently on side walks,
But I cannot calm my dark,
Repetitive, abrasive thoughts enough
To bring in and accept my
Yearning for some quiet.

I can never stay anywhere,
With anyone,
For too long.

"I need to go. I need to get out of here."

But, with you,
I forget time.
I feel open and vulnerable.
I just want to stop it all,
And just be happy.

Is that alright?

A wet June drizzle
Velvet Taiga
Jun 4      Jun 5

Bullets of water
On a quiet afternoon
A wet June drizzle

#haiku   #rain   #drizzle  
wolfbiter
wolfbiter
Sep 30

I just need you to be here
Because it's raining in my mind
And you aren't here to hold
The umbrella over me this time.

soon melds with the soft drizzle.
Steve Bailey
Steve Bailey
Feb 12, 2011

It is not yet dawn,
but still, I awaken
to the soft patter
of nighttime summer rain.

Gently it falls,
the warm breeze
ruffles the trees.

Branches caress my window,
reminiscent of some nightmare
now long gone.

Startling at first,
the rustle of branched fingers
soon melds with the soft drizzle.

Soothing and tender,
Nature’s melodies lull me
back to sleep.

A raindrop on my lips is a kiss from the sky.

Exhaling gray smoke:

A habit broke and put back together again.

The air is thick and warm tonight

But the droplets are cool on pale skin.

The moon, clouds passing over, grows fuller;

And tonight, so does my heart.

May 10, 2014
#moon   #rain   #spring   #cigarette  
 
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