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Pariah of Abyss Jul 2018
The wind had it all
Commenced from the hills
Brought down by currents
It flew
Urged me to reminisce
That brought
Benevolence in my heart
It was this same wind who taught me
Not to dwell upon the past grievances
But to maintain my constant endeavours
It was the same wind again
With its tender sweet soul
Showed me how beautiful life is
And it's worth living
A million times....
The name is “zephyr"
Bright Violet Jul 2018
Sun
Spring
Light breeze
blowing in my face.
The sun is the most beautiful orange
I have ever seen
It reaches my eyes
my soul.
Peace
The wind is caressing the leaves
And I hear nature obeying
to the wind's rhythm.
Peace
Just for a little while
Until my mind is flooded with
matters of this world.
I smell the air
I can't get enough of it
Only a breath
and then I dive back in
Sometimes I'm drowning
and then I have to find some oxygen
Before I sink back down
Maybe I'll get out.
Once and for all I'll reach the surface
Maybe not
But I can't stop dreaming
Salmabanu Hatim Jul 2018
A sudden downpour,
Showers,
Sitting upon the open window sill,
Joyful I feel,
As I sip hot coffee,
And crystal pearls of raindrops caress me.
Refreshing,
Exhilarating,
As more liquid drops sprinkle on the window pane,
Some splashes in my coffee to stain,
My top and jeans.
The gentle wind waltz in,
Intoxicating  my senses,
With the fragrance of scented roses,
Blooming outside on the terraces.
It moves the spirit in me,
A beautiful gracious morning to see.
Pitter patter of raindrops awake the sleeping leaves,
They rustle and tremble in the cool breeze,
Hungrily drink the drops of rain,
Whilst old leaves fall,
To mother earth,their stories to tell all.
Soon,the smiling sun peeps from
behind a cloud,
"Look!" The gardener's son shouts out loud,
A rainbow,
A klaiedescope of beauty I ever saw.
What a morning!
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Lovers rise to the sweet sweet smell
that rises with the breeze of dawn

Take my wonder to yonder where the
moons are full and the stars are warm

Where our hearts are touched and sing
in sync, in the Fields where our souls
were held before

Make your heart my crown, and let us plan
our years in the arms of Spring, our kisses in
the light of Summer, and every
loving day in

the palms of dawn
I've been doing alot of haikus so now it's time for a regular poem!
Hope ya like it! Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Sarah Mann Jun 2018
Watching the clouds is such a calming activity. I wonder why I don’t do it more. I suppose it’s because during the year “I don’t have the time”, but what does that even mean? There is always time, time is continuous. It is fluid, I am not reminded of this often enough. I like being outside during the time just a little bit before sunset to watch the majesty of nature welcome the night. Spending time with my dogs is rather pleasant too, I don’t do it frequently enough, I know. The sky has slowly turned into shades of grey and the clouds are growing heavy. The final calls of the birds are echoing off the dusty concrete as they call to each other in what I can only assume is their language. There is not too much longer that I can sit outside for before it’s completely dark which I know I wouldn’t enjoy. There’s too much uncertainty about the night compacted with the well known and well repeated fact that I can’t see. It’s pretty much a nightmare combination. However I have to say, there’s something special about sitting barefoot in the grass watching the sun go down with the only company being your dogs.

It’s quiet. It didn’t used to be. My parents have been fighting for who knows how long tonight. It’s not great background noise when I’m trying to relax. There’s a motorcycle racing down my street there is definitely something to living behind the protection of a driveway. I couldn’t imagine how awful it would be to live next to a highway. It’s peaceful watching the clouds slowly amble across the sky changing color ever so slightly. I really enjoy summer in this moment. The gentle breeze, the kisses from my dog, the slowly setting sun, and melodic hymn from the birds create a vision that seems to be stripped from a movie scene.
Stream of Consciousness - June 28, 2018 - 7:27 PM
Krishnapriya Jun 2018
First day on the job
I pray
The breeze smiles
Trees rustle
Shower benedictions
Upon me
All is well
Always will be
Walking to office and feeling the blessing of Mother Nature -- all will be well! :)
gabriela Jan 2014
to take off
to dip low
to feel the chill breeze
behind my old feathered wings
to close eyes
to glide high
to smell pine and wood
and other things of this world
to soar
to explore
to rely and to trust
on wings to do what they must
to taste the flavor of fall
to sing and to call
to be the creature
who's existence is most envied of all
All through the summer
Little brother trees
And
The gusty
Big sister breeze
Played in the sun
They had ample fun

The little boy trees, wore a dusty crust
And shower, they must
Lest their leaves, yellowed
Transpire to rustle in summer heat

A drizzle nor a sprinkle
Mother rain
Chose to shower
The mode she set to power
Drenched and dripping wet
The little boy trees with trembling leaves, sneezed

The cool
Big sister breeze
Lovingly caressed
And blow dried
The little brothers trees

Fresh and perfumed
The little boy trees
Stood tall in trousers brown
And
Lovely, minty green tees
Summer showers experience on 10th June :)
3 | Heartbreak in Hatfield

Once you let me in, can I place my lips on your brown skin, babe?
Feel the autumn breeze on your skin and realise that true love lies within.
I cannot give you the world, but I could pour you a glass of my favourite bottle of red wine.
These conversations between you and I could start feeling mellow with every glass of Merlot.
I remember the first day I saw you and before I could even say a word, you had me at “Hello”.
Lay your feet on warm wooden floors and allow me to show you why you’re the one that I adore.
I need peace of mind before my mind ends up in pieces because I can no longer stand being alone.
As of late, these conversations are starting to feel a lot more like interviews.
So dive into the depths of my heart and mind and get a glimpse of my inner views.
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