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Bhavani Gopi Apr 4
She gazed into the blue slithering clouds..
Seeking her dream words..
Engulping every pinch of efferevesence of the inferred insight..
Cloggy clouds closely towards clashing
Reminding the classic literature of "Glance in a chance"..
Quint zephr caresses the clam cheeks...
Clashing pair of lashes fluttering flawlessly..
The scene in her eyes seemed eternity..
Nuturing passion for words in weather..
sheri Sep 2018
alone,
looking as lovely,
as a blossom
in the midst of Spring.

i see no haste
although
you are not of
an amiable ambience.

your eyes gaze and
speak of a million lies
you've heard
yet withheld.

fastened onto a
seat of comfort;
yet so tense
and susceptible.
Based on Juan Luna's painting of "Parisian Life."
02.09.2018
Seema Sep 2017
The prime, sublimed
In the ambience
Of time

The seductive spectrum
Of rays, find its way,
To shine

The greens of the oak
The forest pines, bow
To their shrine

The creatures, the preachers
The four-legged, the two-legged
Teachers

Roam this dome
This earth, our world
We call it home...


©sim
Arcassin B Sep 2017
by Arcassin Burnham



The flowers and the trees,
from the ground to a branch as it swings with a beautiful gust
of wind,
And as it blows,
The feels come rushing through like the hypothesis of everything
created when it comes to an beginning era..
it nearly is when diamond valley makes you see the light,
too bright for the likes of your eyes like goodbyes of friends you knew before,
brain cells carry memories of lust and death like flies carry diseases,
remembering the last time you pivoted into oblivion with materialistic things
in life,
uploading a post on your samsung,
pacing back and forth with the same song,
and this song is so beautiful and lucid like ambiance
that it would be impossible to stop singing in an awe moment,
your brain caught it.
©abpoetry2017
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/09/young-wonder-7.html
Seema Aug 2017
Chirping sound outside,
From an old resonator.
In the late evening,
Sets a tranquil ambience,
The cricket sings from afar.

©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
Rod E Kok Oct 2014
Murmured voices break the silence

To my right
a cute couple clink
their wine glasses together
in a celebratory toast.

Off to the left,
an older gentleman
engages an old-ish lady
in whispered conversation.
I’m guessing he’s whispering
sweet nothings to his bride.

The well dressed young man
standing at the bar
survey’s the crowd,
looking restless.
He seems to be waiting
for…

Ah, that beautiful girl
that just walked in.
Her eyes light up,
his face breaks into
a big smile.

I love the ambience
of this old place.
Red carpets,
dim lights,
candles flickering in
every direction.

My time here is
almost done.
I only need
some sugar
for this last
cup of coffee.
My prompts for today were the words sweet, chocolate, indulgence and sugar. I struggled with this, but as I sit on my couch with the Coffitivity app playing in my headphones, it came to me. I hope you enjoy it.
Kalia Eden May 2014
Learning from inside-out, crouched, how do I tie this double-knot?
Acoustic ambience bouncing around in the space between my ears
Creating songs the shape of you,
sea of sadness.
Melancholic temple,
where you have gone to worship all your life,
is burning to the ground in great, blundering flames.
Was it you
who nearly drowned
last June?
Was it you
who never
ever
let them
forget?

— The End —