I closed my mouth and spoke to you in
the language of the dreaming rain drops,
expressed my admiration in the language of the flowers,
and chanted 'I love you' in the language of the melody birds .

I closed my mouth and voiced my thoughts  
in the language of the dancing ocean's waves ,
delivered my message in the language of the wind's breeze,
and conveyed my dreams in the language of the twinkling stars.

I closed my mouth and spoke to you in
the language of the  cherished eye contact ,
expressed to you in the language of happy smiles,
and shouted to you in the language of sacred tears .

I closed my mouth and spoke to you in ,
in the language of the whisper of the hearts,
recited  to you in the implicit language of nature,
and communicate to you in  God’s language of silence.

Hussein Dekmak

The frost is still there,
Throttling the rhododendron leaf,
And ice stalls the dissolve
Of the stone-like snow,
Yet I am happy.

The sun-rays are almost Etruscan,
Filtered low through lace and blind,
Like that chink of sunset on Irene’s hair
Sad “couleur de feuille-morte”.
Yet it is sultry.

I can open a window
And breathe the warming air
Finches flock close, careless,
Now desperate for food
And pluck menescent fruit
Off an ice-bound branch.
In the distance, a cardinal sings.

Thick drapes are drawn aside
And geraniums strain toward the light.
In a nook outside the door,
An old cat basks on a corner of sun.
He yawns, seeing me, and strolls across the snow.

All nature seems to wait, but poised,
For the final unfettered token.
Will it be a sudden, favonian breeze?
Or the robin’s unrelenting noise?
Telling us, “Winter is broken”?
This is pretty obvious: it was one of those days in winter which seem so close to spring.
reality is funny
allowing our minds to swim
into storms of our dreams
just to shake our hearts
with thunder

our Love starts to flow
bursting from under
all we could have been
with them

and as soon as we begin
to summon our whim
it’s pulled out from under
our feet

and it feels like it all
could be falling apart
in the ocean they left
that keeps rimming
our heart

but then we remember
that we have a choice
an option to own
in the depths of
our bones

that we don’t have to drown
in the leftover uncertainty
that we don’t have to sink
in the unknown
they loaned

because we were gifted
our own four limbs
and born with the skin
to swim out
Mia Taljaard Jul 29
You're holding onto me
Deep breaths of sleep a show of slumber
My name passes your lips
The small whisper vanishes in the breeze
In one breath you have me sobbing
Are you just an seraph
Or have I just been dancing with demons all along?
Nigel Finn Jul 29
Breeze flowing gently;
The waterfall cascades down;
I feel at peace here.
A haiku about a place of natural beauty in north Wales.
Sun is trying to peep through the clouds,
breeze is there, without making a sound;
There is light spreading all around,
but the rainy clouds will start to astound.
This nature spell will keep you bound,
so you better stay firm and not swound.
Daniel Jul 24
The lull of a restless night relieves my senses
It's monotone silence maintains my breath
The cold night breeze enters through an open window
It whispers soft tunes and attempts to put me to sleep
The humming of an exhausted laptop helps me decompress
It distracts me from thinking about my past
As the night goes on it starts to rain
It comforts my senses and cleanses my pain
This time-worn house cracks and creaks
It talks of troubled times and how it came to be
This place I call home proves i’m never alone
And it's always there to support me
3rd poem. Enjoy :)
Seanathon Jul 24
The world alone is not enough
        It was never a shade of me

Though from the earth, the straw men rise and fall
        There also blows the breeze
        More beautiful than all once seen
The Breeze Unseen
come and share
a silence with me
feel the breeze
caress your face
this sacred ground
lives beneath our feet
come share a secret
with the empty space
I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in a while guys, I've been so busy lately. Hope you like this one :)
Shofi Ahmed Nov 2017
Sometimes the day smiles
shows me its colour.
No, then the blue harbour
doesn’t look to be far
I feel like I got the wings to fly.

But who would sway away
when the rose under the nose
floating on a sea of colour?

The luminary punter too
drops down from the sky.
Paints the broad daylight
as it sails down on its way.

Ah, the southern breeze
bends with the rose of the day
before my eyes.
I see my hands are tied
without my butterfly.
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