#atmosphere poems on Hello Poetry

Vamika Sinha Sep 2015

braceleted skyline
under fog
smog
silver-fish grey
under street food breath

No punctuation because this city does not stop or pause or dwell; it charges.

#sky #air #travel #city #india #atmosphere #delhi #newdelhi

aviisevil May 2015

a cold wave sweeps about
as them leaves dance in the air
the road paved with golden hue
and bare trees in mist everywhere

mountains peaking in the distance
and a white sky to cover it all
feeling the gloom as some feel
in the hours before a snowfall

stood one man clothed in black
as black as the darkest night
yellow eyes and red teeth
in the shadows shade he hides

prying upon the withering weather
he watches the moon grow dark
in this hollow there are no whispers
one who speaks gets ripped apart

as the cold sets in the stones
the air becomes dense with despair
this forsaken land grieves and mourns
bleeding in frozen tears

the white eats into the ground
and the beautiful silence bleeds
one can't help but feel drowned
in more beauty that he must keep

the lone man ran for the shelter
but the trees had shed their leaves
the serene path of the golden hue
goes through mountains deep

trapped in this lethal paradise
Intoxicated by the white powder
the winds blowing harder then ever
thunder roaring up high louder

the lone man was disappearing
and the old man had no place to hide
whatever there is has fallen asleep
and the rest have already died

his black cloak soaking in white
sky is falling down with cruel wrath
his footprints disappearing in ashes
now there are no trees and no path

Only one man clothed in white
as white as the whitest white
red eyes and yellow teeth
upon a paradise he hides

mountains peaking in the distance
and a white sky has covered it all
feeling the longing as some feel
in the hours after the snowfall

Notes (optional)

#beautiful #nature #winter #fantasy #calm #mountains #paradise #atmosphere

Anna Marie May 2015

My Little World of Nature

A bold abundance of magnificent color burst as the sun makes its way into the pail atmosphere. As I sit and watch the stunning work of art appear, I hear the wild turkey scuttle through the dry reeds. It is morning, and the animals of the forest are awakening. Looking up at the trees, I notice a great many birds soar up towards the endless ocean-blue sky. A buck and doe silently wonder through the thicket. I decide to walk back toward the house when I glance at a small gray-eared rabbit dash out of sight in to the brush. This is my backyard. My quiet, thinking place. This is where I go when all the troubles in my life are too many; or if homework is unbearable. Other times I go just because I enjoy the peace and quiet. When I walk outside each morning, I can choose to lie on the grass, or swing on an abandoned rope swing hanging from the tallest tree. As I plop myself down to unwind on the cold ground, I think of what a beautiful place this is. This is my quiet place. My own little world of nature.

#sun #world #nature #my #own #little #atmosphere #backyard #burst #stunning

Arcassin B Apr 2015

"the Atmosphere Of it All" (Welcome Home mEP)

By Arcassin Burnham

Good intent,
Flowers growing from the ground when you lift a finger,
Are you magic or just heaven sent,
with a sick twist in the back of your mind is redder than hell's grip,
Your love is not be paid for,
No open wounds or burdens,
but you'll be the only I'd die for,
If you're angry enough to knock down those endings,
but the moon is full,
and my hands are covering faces,
shadows collide with affection with a drizzle of lips,
the atmosphere,
is nice out here,
When I'm kissing you,
Need to shed your tears,
I'm here.

:)

#tears #welcome #atmosphere #shed

Lexical Gap Apr 2015

A Winter Walk

I'm looking down a forested path
Winter white
clings to the rich brown branches
And misty fog
hangs like heavy hope in the air

sun shines
seemingly brighter
than its typical summer rays
As it is reflected
in crystalline daggers

The atmosphere
is set for a jovial run to the end
But I only wish
that I was at that foggy gray expanse
between the trees
seemingly too tight together
farther on

I want to be there
Yet the trip is unimaginable
The snowy ground
sparkling in the sun impassible
Clinging snow
sure to weigh on my feet
Causing me to break
one more perfect surface of white
as my last act

#sun #winter #wish #environment #run #snow #forest #atmosphere

sweet ridicule Feb 2015

REPENT

the god
dripping
oozing thRough the air
and saturating the atmosphere
blending into the fibers
(of shoes, and shirts, and swEaty collars, and slacks, and pews, and smelly green carpet)
and People crash to knees
and bend themselves to a force that constricts them
guilt gripping at nEcks
and sour acid rises in my throat as I cannot fathom
or obey an invisible god that drowNs nations
in hostility…judgment…hatred
and mummifies weak minds
turning benevolence into maligniTy
churning a boiling cauldron of manipulation—disguised as a sickly sugar
my chest bursts in panic
and I need to run from the ashen, needy, suffocating limbs of a body
whose sickly roots control the masses
…
amen.
and the senseless prayer has ended.

free yourself

#run #drown #atmosphere #freeyourself

AlphaShadowK Feb 2015

Unknown

you know that feeling
when you're on the train
and you see other people
that you might recognize
and they might recognize
you
yeah, that feeling
when you get to see
what they truly look like
when they're in the public eye
and you are too
what do you do
when people stare
do you run
do you scream
or maybe you
take flight
or you fight
as they say
like the deer do
or don't
because that works too
they might look scared
but you might too
they might look angry
but you might too
they might come close
but you might too
they might come closer
but you might too
but they mustn't do that
and you mustn't either
because that would ruin
the entire atmosphere
and it doesn't work
when the glass
is broken
and finally
broken
through
the
barrier
of
not
being
friends

I saw a person I knew from school on the train the other day. As the poem suggests, we weren't friends, and we had never talked. He had a troubled look on his face, and I just wanted to say something or ask if he was okay, or if he needed anything. But I couldn't do anything because my anxiety knew that we weren't friends, and fate had it put out for me that we would probably never be friends. So, I wrote this shortly after.

#friends #fear #alone #unknown #friend #people #train #lonliness #atmosphere #surroundings

Steele Jan 2015

To The Girl At My Favorite Pub That One Night

You have a spark that blazes past my ice cold eyes,
you're the six on a weathered pair of bad decision dice.
You're the smoke in my lungs; my hip's friction's delight,
and you're where I want to be at the end of the night.

So pull me by my the clasps of my black leather coat,
past the bar, to the back, to the room that Aidan keeps aside.
Whisper in my ears, past the roar of alcohol and smoke,
these words that I've longed to hear for some time.

Say:
"You are the cherry on a cigarette; the blade of a knife.
You burn me and turn me to melting when you enter my sight";
I'll say:
"Your lips are my addiction, your *** is my television,
and your eyes are where I want to be at the end of the night."

Then we'll explore love and bad decisions on the table and the floor.
You'll pull me closer, bite my ear, and whisper. "Shut the door."

#love #alcohol #lust #romance #*** #smoke #bar #imagery #danger #atmosphere