Shofi Ahmed Mar 2017
Touch me not
I am not up for grab
I am everyone's dream
I am happy as it’s
sing me not your lullabies!

Live with me not
I am not for good
time with me is
gone so quick.
Before the cloud
rains down singing
and one response to a tweet.
Then why complain
without happy me
nothing is groovy.

Come to me not
I am not
first come first serve.
But when I come
happy me is spot on
everyone’s rose!

I belong to no one
get me for a song
but in no time
I could be gone.
Then why no one
forgets me not?
the rain poured down
pours and now
the rain is watering
watered mine
what means

the rain poured down
the sun did not shine
but it was all
in an interesting light
everything was around
in the brown light
but from a distance
shone at home
small blue
like lightning
or rain
when love
knocks at the door

the rain poured down
and red colors flew
and the red colors fell
the rain poured down
and numbers people
there were windows
many glasses
and thoughts
and not punched

rain sounds like magic to me
how all the clouds gather together and cry of their losses
how each drop whispers to me
egging me to listen to all of their stories
and all of the trees shaking with glory
each leave singing it’s song as the wind sweeps them away
the thunder cackles at the fields of flowers and their silly dreams that are swept away into the bitter wind
lightning flashes a quick smile to all the children peaking at the rain from inside
watching each rain droplet race each other down my window
only to form into a puddle outside my door
leaving me perfectly content
as the rain speaks its magic
there is something truly magnificent about rain and the way it subtly wakes up each creature also this seems to be the first poem of mine that isn’t terribly sad
The stars are heralds
Let pained thoughts fall with the rain
A red balloon flies
Looking out to the garden again. Slightly drizzling and I can see a red balloon rise to the sky.
Lyn xxx
I drank some water
Then I looked at the dry grass
and thought..we need rain
Inspired today whilst driving home from work with Dean , patches of grass now turn brown through lack of rain x
Fallert 1d
Drop by drop,
Rain by rain,
Steady rhythm,
Beating chain.
Raining hard,
Raining soft.
Dripping slowly,
Up aloft.
Silent drop,
Noisy thud.
Getting deeper,
Causing flood.
Rain is frequent,
All through you.
Can be close,
Or distant, too.
Do you ever stop and think
I'm not just trying to be cheap
with these words that I speak?

They're everything that I wanted to say
but you stole them away.

And I know I can't stay
but how do I leave
the girl of my dreams

Do you ever stop and think of me?
Well I've been thinking of you
with everything that I do.

And all the words I wanted to say
you'd just throw them away.

And I know I can't stay
but how do I leave
the girl of my dreams

you know you make me scream
but I'll be crying out in vain

you know you'll make me sing
the song without a name

Burst out in a curse at the wind.
Do you know how it feels
to be the only one to see?
Forever really is
the longest time.

Now I know
I've gotta live a life alone.
But it's not what I wanted.
You've gotta know that I wanted

we have to give it a name
but i don't want to get attached
let's give it a name i don't like
i don't like jelly beans
lets name it jellybean
Billie 1d
My shoes have holes in the soles.
Every time it rains,
my socks get soaked,
feet going numb in puddles of wet,
hopping around mud and piles of sludge.
I go through pairs of shoes like cups of coffee,
no regard for their well-being until they can’t service me properly anymore,
selfish actions that always backfire,
but I never learn.
I hate conflict.
I can add that to the long list of things I can thank my childhood for,
because even thinking about having to bring up new shoes
after these ones I bought only 2 months ago,
fills me with unease.
I would rather sit and feel the water between my shoe and my foot than to cause a disturbance,
even though I know that’s insane.
I should just ask for new shoes.
It’s better than risking getting sick,
having to change socks as soon as I reach home,
drying out my shoes every night.
My brain knows it’s dumb to not just ask,
but the holes in the soles of my shoes have leaked out my reasoning,
leaving it behind in the puddle I forgot to avoid.
My soaked socks distract me in English.
We have to write essay paragraphs
but I keep tapping my feet to hear the soft squelching
as the rain finds its way down the window panes in front of me.
I should ask for new shoes.
They have holes in the soles just like me.
i have a very heavy step, and go through cheap school shoes quickly.
I awoke in the morning
slid out of bed
and went through
my usual routine of
staring through my
office window
watching the deer
and other wild life
as I devoured a
pot of coffee

the sun was out

afternoon rolled around
and so did the clouds:
bastards of clouds

I was sitting at my
desk in my office
jotting down thoughts
to begin work on my
next set of poems

I can burn many
hours brainstorming
and writing

and I did

evening fell
and finally so
did the rain:
of rain

pounding the roof
and the windows

there was thunder
and lightning
and my desk lamp
flickered a time or two

a bright flash
of lightning
and a loud
crack of thunder

and the
power went out
in the house

I hadn’t done much
of anything
so while waiting
for the power to
come back
I thought
that I should
get off my ass
and do something

and I did

just long enough
to find a flashlight
and uncork a
bottle of wine

and then
I went back
to writing
Lusy 2d
Life is how you enjoy...
The rain..
Wheter to use an umbrella...
To avoid it...
Or ....
You will dance...
With the freckles...
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