rain-in-july - Hello Poetry

My snowball-like puppy barks like a bird, Whenever that sparrow enters my window Like a sudden sunray of winter. She perches on a luminous spot To sing him the sweetness of nature, that She composed when dawn kissed her feathers. He rhythmically stirs air with his thin white tail, And concentrates hard on imitating The morning song of little sparrow. Days walk like this on my room Resonating with their twittering symphony. Now I think, maybe it's not only a music lesson But a chapter of learning the secrecy of flying. 'Cause yesterday afternoon I dreamt, My puppy flew out of the open window With his two new glittering wings of sparrow, Singing the brightest song of freedom.

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rain-in-july

Oct 26, 2015

Oct 26, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC

sanjukta-nag

He Barks Like A Bird

My snowball-like puppy barks like a bird, Whenever that sparrow enters my window Like a sudden sunray of winter. She perches on a luminous spot To sing him the sweetness of nature, that She composed when dawn kissed her feathers. He rhythmically stirs air with his thin white tail, And concentrates hard on imitating The morning song of little sparrow. Days walk like this on my room Resonating with their twittering symphony. Now I think, maybe it's not only a music lesson But a chapter of learning the secrecy of flying. 'Cause yesterday afternoon I dreamt, My puppy flew out of the open window With his two new glittering wings of sparrow, Singing the brightest song of freedom.

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I miss you so much, been awhile since you’ve left Do you think of me? I miss the way you talked to me The way you take care of me I often kiss your cheek You love the way I lick your neck But what happened? Then… You only left for a day or two And when you came back I love the way you tell me How you miss me so But one day, You bid goodbye I can’t fully understand what you are saying But I can’t forget your look that day You hugged and dropped some tears on me Until now, you never came back You never would? Aren’t you? Whenever someone is opening our gate How I wished that it was you But there was no you I miss you really I’m sick right now Feeling I have a few days left Aren’t you coming back? Your best friend, Doggy Browny 10-26-2015 Mysterious Aries

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rain-in-july

Oct 26, 2015

Oct 26, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC

MysteriousAries

I Miss You So Much

I miss you so much, been awhile since you’ve left Do you think of me? I miss the way you talked to me The way you take care of me I often kiss your cheek You love the way I lick your neck But what happened? Then… You only left for a day or two And when you came back I love the way you tell me How you miss me so But one day, You bid goodbye I can’t fully understand what you are saying But I can’t forget your look that day You hugged and dropped some tears on me Until now, you never came back You never would? Aren’t you? Whenever someone is opening our gate How I wished that it was you But there was no you I miss you really I’m sick right now Feeling I have a few days left Aren’t you coming back? Your best friend, Doggy Browny 10-26-2015 Mysterious Aries

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Red ink on feathers and stories unwritten Young kids uneasy and struggling to fit in Tigers without stripes and birds without wings These are a few of life’s terrible things Old Fading sunsets and chased broken dreams Thick black smoke and slightly shattered schemes Evil devils who scream at the angle who sings These are a few of life’s terrible things Overdose and dying in drunken car crashes Bottles of champagne and cigarette ashes Chess without pieces and queens without kings These are a few of life’s terrible things When the clouds darken, When the rain falls, When I’m feeling low I simply remember life’s terrible things Like my shaky hands and love that still stings …and then I don’t feel so good

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rain-in-july

Oct 26, 2015

Oct 26, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC

victoriaruth

My Terrible Things

Red ink on feathers and stories unwritten Young kids uneasy and struggling to fit in Tigers without stripes and birds without wings These are a few of life’s terrible things Old Fading sunsets and chased broken dreams Thick black smoke and slightly shattered schemes Evil devils who scream at the angle who sings These are a few of life’s terrible things Overdose and dying in drunken car crashes Bottles of champagne and cigarette ashes Chess without pieces and queens without kings These are a few of life’s terrible things When the clouds darken, When the rain falls, When I’m feeling low I simply remember life’s terrible things Like my shaky hands and love that still stings …and then I don’t feel so good

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*Clutters of broken emotions Floating on the salty sea of tears My heart is a shipwreck.*

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Oct 16, 2015

Oct 16, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC

rain-in-july

Shipwreck

*Clutters of broken emotions Floating on the salty sea of tears My heart is a shipwreck.*

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