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The clouds are pregnant
With rain water

Earth waited with
Anticipation

Alas! It's abortion
Blood all over the sky

Sun's blazing
Hot
It's been two years since we have proper rains
PrttyBrd Apr 2015
The birth of spring brings hope
The breeze carries dreams from far off places
The time is drawing nigh
And the blood rushes more quickly
Every second burning more brightly
Than the one which passed before
Mere days is what lies between Hell and imminent Heaven
Days, which will torture with the slowest of time
Inevitably give way to the rush of unity
Which leaves in seeming seconds
Still, these days will linger
Yet, still turn to hours, and minutes, and now
Ah, if only the now would pass as slowly
If time could crawl from the moment our eyes meet again
To the moment we must part
Perhaps we could live in that place for all eternity
Never having to feel the heart burn through flesh
As the distance grows by inches to feet
To that dreaded thousand miles
Oh, how those smiling eyes beckon
And dreams birth hope
The smell of jasmine in the evening
Brings joy in knowing it's just
A few more days......
4415
Spring is warming up nicely
Here's to hoping the days grow long enough to keep you by my side
Word Therapy Apr 2015
I'm welling up with hope
I'm looking round the corner
I'm searching in the trees
I'm casting out the nets
I'm digging in the dirt
I'm peering through a small hole
I'm listening to a big clock
I'm waiting on the seashore
I'm making all things ready
I'm yearning for the right time
I'm longing for your love
They were children tasting sugar
For the first time
Without all the artificial layers
The raw sweetness
Making them gasp and shiver
Anticipating for more
Turning them into wild animals
Ravaging its meal
Showing their true identities
Buried in these colors
pixelstar Mar 2015
caught in the light
frozen in spaces
love filling places
electric fright

the moment before
expanding to singularity
undulating from uncertainty
wanting more

fallen hearts beat
feeling without touching
desire fuelled clutching
two halves meet
Kayden Fittini Mar 2015
Leave me to my melancholia, will I ever make it.
The only saving grace is no longer lit.
Tonight will be impossible to survive.
The moments we've shared will help revive.
The elements were against me for so many nights.
It's however this night we meet.
Butterflies are leading a large fleet.
With ultimate sacrifices made before each start.
Can you imagine a goodbye after I depart.
It's a brighter picture that fulfills my heart.
Jon G M Mar 2015
Give me this one night
Together alone again
We will listen to the words
The words our body's sing
And dance beyond
Our past temptation and salvation
The realization of
A new dimension
will be stamped in our soul  
Past promises and torments
Have no meaning
Be calm as our intoxicated body
Paint a new masterpiece
Consumed by that uncontrollable fire
Within our of passion of desire
Stay the night
as I lead you to the edge
The desire becomes stronger
As we become prisoners in our dance
Prisoners of our temptation
The darkness we no longer fear
It beckons us deeper
As we become one
Earth, holding its breath,
willing the droplets down
into its warm, waiting skin.

Amplified senses
drawing on the palpable air,
willing the heavens to quenching chaos.
© Annilda Esterhuysen. All rights reserved.
Waiting4TheStop Feb 2015
Wishing for a safety net.
So many scary memories she hopes she'll forget.
________

Daddy's always working - never around.
When mommy's here: Shh! She dare not make an unpermitted sound.

All too often she wakes with a start.
BANG! "AH!" Like a defibrillator shocking her heart.

Bedroom door rebounds off the wall.
Under the covers she tries to crawl.

I mustn't move. Have to keep still.
Please leave. Please leave.
She prays that she will.

"Where's Mommys' girl? Hmm? My little star?"
The sheets are slowly withdrawn.
"There you are!"
That tone of voice makes her wish that she was never born.
(C) 2015
Clay Feet Jan 2015
You are the glowing embers in a comforting hearth,
Set ablaze by the murmuring draft of
Caressed anticipation, freed to rise
By caring hands from the core of your flame
To ignite the girth of my imagination.
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