I am drowning in a sea of nos
the waves tossing me and slamming me against the shore again and again
Indifference surrounds me and drags me down deeper
inhaling the salt water
I try and choke down the denials
rejection scraping my lungs
hollow words and polite hellos
ring in my ears
As I sink to the bottom
Faraway exotic clouds bring the monsoon; and
It rains.
It pours. 



Falling upon the wall, raindrops evaporate away.  
Humming over the parting, 
A flurry of wind shuffles the maiden's dark, long strands of hair.   


The colour of crimson in
Rain-clad goldmore flowers evokes
Feelings, impassioned.


Birds flock together under shades of trees,
All but one,
Of an odd feather -
It opts for a shower in the rain,
Transfixed, gazing faraway.
Oh! Ardent was my wish to befriend 
The rain-showered bird under the nimbus monsoon-clouds.   




Euphoric, 
The woods stand tall 
Like monuments in the rain-bathed horizon.
Mountains ponder upon the rainfall, too.
The moment flashes by in earthy scented weightiness.
Cleansed in the rain,
Green foliage muses of the monsoon.
How does the poem fare out of 10? English is my second language, and critique and feedback, particularly from native English speakers would be greatly appreciated!
Writing at my desk
I lift up the curtain;
Open my windows;
A gush of wind hits my room;
A cuppa tea!

Chasing words
At bay window,
Within the four walls.
Melody of Metallica
Panorama
A cuppa tea!

Twirling, sliding,
Floating on air,
Birds fly
Up high in the sky
Over clouds
Calm wings; Feathered whistles of joy!
A cuppa tea!

Rain drizzling over
Middle Eight
Upon green leaves
Exotic trees
Raindrops
Snuggled up
A cuppa tea!

Feeling blue
The door of the heart
Opened wide;
Gloomy clouds pour
Rhythms of the rain.


Writing in solitude
Finding me within myself
Gazing at the sky;
Words shower in,
Rain hums the tunes,
The sun melts -
A cuppa tea!
How does the poem fare out of 10? English is my second language, and critique and feedback, particularly from native English speakers would be greatly appreciated!
I fell in love with an  image of your body
Because that’s what you were willing to share
With me.
I couldn’t convince  you
To speak.
So, I was unable
To learn to  love
Your mind.
James Khan Jun 14
the cityscape delineates,

becomes a blur through gilded glass

and as the ice evaporates,

the cityscape delineates,

the florid fusion fascinates,

as metamorphic minutes pass

the cityscape delineates,

becomes a blur through gilded glass,



as metamorphic minutes pass

emotions blend like pastel paint,

coherent thought remains impasse

as metamorphic minutes pass

the vista now is shades, en masse,

amorphous greys with lurid taint,

as metamorphic minutes pass

emotions blend like pastel paint,



amorphous greys with lurid taint,

the view through whiskey-tumbler eyes,

the city's outline faded faint,

amorphous greys with lurid taint,

a bitter loss to self-restraint

when all the worldly ways comprise

amorphous greys with lurid taint,

the view through whiskey-tumbler eyes.
Triple triolet form
Lyn-Purcell Jun 13
Rain                  
falling                  
in the stream                  
The savage winds                  
blow                  

                    One
                      thousand
        ­                leaves sail down
                         red, green, yellow
                     lost

The                                    
willow                                    
shakes and weeps                                  
heads bowed strokes stream                                    
sad                   ­                 

                               Light
                               it rises
                                It flies by
                                 A fresh golden
                                 sight
A change from my usual poems in terms of format!
While looking for books on Japanese poetry, I found this website https://penandthepad.com/write-lantern-poem-4928414.html
Introducing me to the Lantern poem! While haikus use the syllable structure of five-seven-five syllables in a total of three lines. The Lantern poem uses five lines with a syllable structure of one, two, three, four and one syllables per line. Of course, it's called the 'Lantern' poem because it's meant to be shaped as a hanging lantern! I can't believe I didn't know about this, it's absolutely wonderful! I'm so gonna write more of these on my page! It was really refreshing to do! ^.^
I feel so inspired!

Be back soon!
Lyn xxx
We live in a grey city
Where the sun burns and the night suffocates
The city of calming loudness and deafening silence
My thoughts and sounds of flickering Fluorescent lights
Smoke from crashing astral flights
Innocent flaming childish kites
Dancing clowns censor horrific sights
And they think that it's right
To shackle our minds from reaching heights
They know they'll never might
So they stuff you in mental solitary cell so tight
Solitude in darkness, wishing for the faintest light
There's no God in the city, and no body gives a shite
This is how it feels to live in Saudi Arabia, most especially my hometown Qatif.

Written on May 31st '18
Aa Harvey Jun 13
Ash
Ash


Existence has turned into ash.

The day has become night;
There are no stars in the sky
And the chapel rings no sound at all.
Everything is sad in my world.


The haunting voice of the man with the scythe;
There is no light in these darkest of times.
No butterflies; only flies.
The train slowly rolls along the lines.


No people to be seen;
Is this all a bad dream?
Or a place where I have nowhere else to go?
I am left hopeless without my hope.


There is smoke in the air;
The smell sinks into my lungs.
No radio message; no song to be sung.
Just a requiem written on a wall;
Graffiti art spells out ‘A lifetime is so short.’


When I think of my time, just a second in creation;
Another second of life, a final second and then an ocean,
Where all is sinking away.
Everything is lost to never be seen again.


At the bottom of this ocean there are only bones,
Of those who sailed; they never made it home.
Princes and pirates;
Novices and navigators.
None know the answers;
Nobody to say see you later.

In the end all things they must go…


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