rebecca-lillian - Hello Poetry

I have this dream where I'm pushing up daisies And everything around me Falls silent At first My body feels fine The ground is nice and cool I'm at peace There's a breeze I know I'm in a hole But I can still see the sky The daisies sway Then I fall The whole gets deeper and deeper Until I'm falling into nothingness It changes I'm floating There's nothing around me I'm surrounded by whiteness I can breathe Then I land My feet hit the ground Although I'm standing on nothing Maybe I'm dead Walking seems right Soon I find my surroundings changing I'm in a garden at a tea table Set for two There's no sky Everything around is white All but the breathtaking garden A figure comes She sits down A petite woman in a sun hat She pours us some tea I just stare I know her She's blond and fair Just as she's about to look up It all freezes I wake up I can never catch my breath It feels like I've been buried Pushing up dasies.

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Jan 11, 2015

Jan 11, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC

Pushing Up Daisies

I have this dream where I'm pushing up daisies And everything around me Falls silent At first My body feels fine The ground is nice and cool I'm at peace There's a breeze I know I'm in a hole But I can still see the sky The daisies sway Then I fall The whole gets deeper and deeper Until I'm falling into nothingness It changes I'm floating There's nothing around me I'm surrounded by whiteness I can breathe Then I land My feet hit the ground Although I'm standing on nothing Maybe I'm dead Walking seems right Soon I find my surroundings changing I'm in a garden at a tea table Set for two There's no sky Everything around is white All but the breathtaking garden A figure comes She sits down A petite woman in a sun hat She pours us some tea I just stare I know her She's blond and fair Just as she's about to look up It all freezes I wake up I can never catch my breath It feels like I've been buried Pushing up dasies.

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My love for you was once like the ocean Seemingly endless and deep During full moons When the tide was high It felt like I could drown in sheer pleasure Sometimes waves would come Dragging me to the shore Scrapping me along the sand I would just get back up Running to the Ocean And then one day it stopped You told me I meant nothing That day what I once thought was endless sea Dried up completely Leaving behind a barren wasteland Some days it would rain Bringing hope that the sea would return But then came the sun Beating down on the ground Taking away any chance for water to collect Reminding me that the ocean was gone Along with my love Dried up like a desert

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Jan 5, 2015

Jan 5, 2015 at 1:27 AM UTC

Desert

My love for you was once like the ocean Seemingly endless and deep During full moons When the tide was high It felt like I could drown in sheer pleasure Sometimes waves would come Dragging me to the shore Scrapping me along the sand I would just get back up Running to the Ocean And then one day it stopped You told me I meant nothing That day what I once thought was endless sea Dried up completely Leaving behind a barren wasteland Some days it would rain Bringing hope that the sea would return But then came the sun Beating down on the ground Taking away any chance for water to collect Reminding me that the ocean was gone Along with my love Dried up like a desert

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As the rain falls down around It creates an orchestra of sound The rain starts off Like a flute so soft Then slowly turns into a forte Each drop sounding a different way Then the rest of the wind Begin to come in And absorb all the sounds of the day Soon the percussion starts to play With every light stike that comes Signals the banging of the drums The symphony continues through out the night Until the first sign of morning light That's when the curtains come to a close The reason why, nobody knows A puddle is the only clue left behind Of a symphony that seems impossible to find

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Jan 5, 2015

Jan 5, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC

Natural Symphony

As the rain falls down around It creates an orchestra of sound The rain starts off Like a flute so soft Then slowly turns into a forte Each drop sounding a different way Then the rest of the wind Begin to come in And absorb all the sounds of the day Soon the percussion starts to play With every light stike that comes Signals the banging of the drums The symphony continues through out the night Until the first sign of morning light That's when the curtains come to a close The reason why, nobody knows A puddle is the only clue left behind Of a symphony that seems impossible to find

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