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I thank thee for the sun
It brightens up the darkest day
I thank thee for the rain
It feeds  trees plants and flowers in our terrain
I’m grateful for it all
The wind may call
We have it all in our summer

But in the winter
I thank thee for the snow
Because you know
I love it so

An Autumn breeze is so nice
When the golden leaves just show
And when they drop
A carpet of golden leaves will grow

But spring is beautiful
When the little lambs are born
Bouncing in the fields
Together but never fore-lawn
  Aug 17 Madeline Lee
Limes Carma
For years I fought something only I could see,
A battlefield etched in the silence of me.
The foe was mine, yet I could not yield,
A fight contained in an unmarked field.

I clashed with shadows that wore my face,
Each strike within left a deeper trace.
Fighting hard just to stand or breathe,
A battleground I couldn’t command or leave.

But time wore thin, the noise fell still,
The air grew thick, the ground unfilled.
No victor crowned, no flag was claimed,
Just ruined trenches and a captive unchained.

Not quite peace, but free from pain,
A quiet place where hope’s restrained.
No joy to chase but tears is no more,
Just steady breathing — after the war.
  Aug 17 Madeline Lee
Elena Rosi
The places humans go,
Oh where to?
I wan to know.

They run in circles
But never ask why.
They've become brittle
Over time.

And if they paused,
At least just to breathe.
Maybe death's claws,
Wouldn't be a thief.

Of the time they wasted
Chasing their tails.
Have they tasted
The wind at sail?

The places humans go,
Oh where to?
I wan to know.
Madeline Lee Aug 17
he has no mouth and he must scream
i have a mouth and i must scream
but what for?

was the devil waiting at my door?
was it because the sun will shine no more?
was it because i can’t find the truth of life?
or was I see green as gray, and day as night?

he has no mouth but he must scream
he has a reason to scream
i have my mouth and i can scream
but what am i screaming about?
i have my mouth and i must scream
but i can’t seems to find out why?
Madeline Lee Aug 17
Was I that cliché
In red lights, hazy green.
The image of you and me
we were the dancing queen

You and me, beside the dance floor
You tell me to smile more
I’m on the bathroom floor
Was it me? Overkill? (Was it me? Was it me?)

Red lights, green lights.
The theme was “Are you single tonight?”
Light jokes you make of it
Then came asking
Was I mad at your yellow?
I don’t know, are you mad at me?

Red light was what I give.
Kiss on the lips, you wanted more
behind locked door
begging king, dancing queen

Tomorrow rendezvous
You and I, hotel floor
You understand no more

No, it’s not on prom night
But might as well be.
I understand no more.
Was I in red, or forest green?
I’ve seen these scenes before
****** up on the night.
Cliché, that I am
Stupid, that I feel.
Madeline Lee Aug 17
One bite of the freshest crunch
Crisp kiss, stolen touch
One glance at the lip. One look in the eyes
Was it sweet, honey?
Or was it sour?

Heavy was the weight
Fallen down, comes clarity
Tartness of the bite
Forbidden, yes it was
Have it in your palm
Eve got her bite, will you get yours?

— The End —