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Ariana Solo Nov 2020
Equivalent to a million crystals the lightning glistens

The unsung poet writes quatrains for not a soul listens

A storm alfresco equibalanced the musing of the writer

Inside the poet's mind there isn't a single parameter

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Alfresco - in the open air.
Samir Mohammed Nov 2020
My lungs filled with water in the pouring rain
I stared into the black abyss, hands stained
The blood of the past, holding this blade
That i sank into my heart, I fell apart

I felt myself come asunder
Under the flashing lights and rolling thunder
Strobe Lights flickered, illuminating this long road, quicksand pulling me under
Flash floods, wash away my fickle hate, trickling down my tear ridden face

Rain on me, cleanse me in your rippling waves
Drench me in your grace, as you take me under in your gaze
The eye of the storm, a home in this cyclone
And drown me, take away my heart of stone


Samir Mohammed, Flood
Mansi Nov 2020
I used to be terrified
of lightning and thunder
when I was younger.
The bright bursts of light
the loud sounds
were too much to handle
for my frightened mind.

Now that I am older
I have learned to love them.
They are evidence of how
beautiful and poweful
Mother Nature is.
solEmn oaSis Nov 2020
Bring out a couple clue
within their double clue
:
1) there was this existing ^height that attracts the rising of unwavering sound of a slow movement,

2) meanwhile,those impending rapid motion will all gathered by only one force then it will be spreading in to stable downfall  !!!
i originally entitled this....
°°°°° "poem like a foam" °°°°°
©solEmn oaSis

before i,
there is h
to O part
time teller
of his fortune saying him a...
hello responses by simple hi
Slime-God Oct 2020
Our soft universe
had never known perfection
until it first rained
Lightning struck nearby, it blinded my eyes, and rang my ears like a bell.
I have never been so in love.
Hermes Varini Oct 2020
A Frame of Fire rises
Above the Dark Past,
Lands are conquered
By the Man with the Lightning,
The victorious Blaze,
And the yielding Shadow
Kneel, both shrouded
In Robes of Silence,
To the Return
Of the Incorruptible,
And Generous.
A mystical hymn and plain allegory for the recurrence of my own Overman, to be perceived, also, in the relevant terms of Return of Power cosmic-dialectical event. An immortal Heraclitean vigor inheres.
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