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Nick Strong Nov 2015
Bubbling, frothing,
Fluffy blooming mass
Grey white
Scattered across the air of blue
A million, billion raindrops
Forever changing
Living monsters
Morphing,
Shapes to beings
Oblivious of gravity,
Or people’s wishes
have reposted this poem, written 8 months ago, and for some reason it has mysteriosly disappeared from my Hello Poetry collection..... which is a shame as I had some lovely comments , and many views.  Please enjoy again.
Tho our minds crave the storm for attention
It does as no one asks,
Showering rough upon us
Distorting our water proof masks.
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-Kaitlyn A. Warnken
sweet ridicule Oct 2015
it is 9:24
and the
insecurities of you haunt me
like gray skied-snowflakes
I wish I could crush them
in my yellow-white teeth
till they are powdery
turned into a powerless narcotic
diet soda tastes sweeter
than regular
spilling onto the seat of the car
I ordered it anyway
it's raining and there are
diet coke kisses on my
tongue
cloudy raindrops on
my forehead
dandelions in
my eyes
I really would crush them
Raakel Sep 2015
The melodic sound of the rain
It lightly taps on my window
Begging to come in
Longing to be heard by the world inside

It beats all around the still structure I call home
Running down its rooftop
Gliding across the doorstep

What is the rain trying to say
Does it speak of love
Does it speak of sorrow
Who can tell what the rain feels

The clouds are gray
But is that all an illusion
The sun still shines above

Maybe the rain is singing of the beauty
it sees above those dreary clouds

Maybe, just maybe, the rain is dancing to the heart beat of the world.
Claire Sep 2015
gentle, but hesitant
he lifts the china to his lips,
and like the tea scolds his tongue,
he punishes himself.
at this time,10:30 a.m, weekdays
she brewed the same Seattle cinnamon
that now flooded his system with her memory;
through Puget Sound and
evaporated into constant cloudy skies that pour
rain into the mind of a man of many mistakes;
last of which being losing her and
the comfort she brought;
something as constant and
as taken for granted as
the weather.
oh how i miss seattle
vaishax May 2015
It’s the year of gloom and the day’s morbid

Never morning enough, clouds – they forbid

The mood is on the brink – of an imprecise dawn

Chugging on like a mundane mover in lawn

Sanity is in the black – grief is at peak.

All is fine with the world – not but with me.
http://vaishax.blogspot.in/
Angie S Apr 2015
For lack of the sun
The yellow flowers became
The light of today
Today is quite cloudy, but I saw the sun kiss the ground
Drew Vincent Apr 2015
I've always been here for you.
We may not say much or see each other often,
but you are my best friend.
Best friends are there for each other.
During the good and bad times.
I may only call when something is wrong because there's not much going on in between.
In between the bad times are things so insignificant they're forgotten about in a matter of hours.
I never thought anyone wanted to listen to me speak about nothing,
but I should have know you weren't just anyone.
You were the one good thing in my life.
You were...
You are the person I love the most.

I hope one day we can get back to how it was.
But knowing now how you feel, I know we never will.
So I guess this is goodbye.
We need to find happiness in ourselves,
and the first step is moving on.

My dear sunshine,
this is goodbye.
Goodbye on a very cloudy day.
Everything has been pieced together. I've never been good at being on my own and you were the puzzle piece that kept me together. Now you are gone and want nothing to do with me anymore. I am sorry I ****** up so bad to cause this. You will always be my sunshine. Thank you for the four great years of love and friendship. You are the most beautiful thing in the world and I hope that someone cherishes your shine.
Ishita Mar 2015
Through the tender leaves
You make way for the giant
The tiny silver drops pouring from heaven
I catch a glimpse of your pious sight
Your splatter echoing in my heart
Hard to believe you created this magic
Silky and shiny like worth ecstatic
Though you blur my vision somewhat
I sigh a breath of peacefulness
Upon seeing you disassociate from the sky
When your crystalline water falls on my way
Your marvellous sound takes my breath away
Slowly you scatter and shimmer your presence
The world,itself being born at this time
For the rest your sight must be flying
But regarding me its simply immortal.
Monsoon Special :)
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