soft melodies on the radio;
she’s got the rooftop down brighton wind tangling her hair fawn eyes wide with hunger to see the way the sunlight kisses the peach fuzz over her porcelain curves, the thick brown lashes over her tired-hooded-brooding lids i will miss her small apartment, the orange glow and that lingering taste of cinnamon– turmeric stains on her blouse and i will follow her into the sea, knee deep she will talk about the crash of the waves too hard, too loud; silent wind inside her insides
In the street full of flowers,
I saw you again. The sound of film can be heard, Didn't care if what I captured was blurred. You probably didn't know when you started hurting me. I approached you and I want to be honest with you this night. I still wonder, wonder, beautiful story. I still wander, wander, next story. You were hurting too, Now promise me, Don't throw yourself away. You should be your light baby. Like the other day, Come in front of me baby. I want you to be your night. In this scenery full of flowers, Interwine our pinkies, I want to make you mine.
I really love 'Scenery' of BTS ' V and 'Promise' of BTS' Jimin. I was thinking of creating a separate poem of the two but why not combine? So I tried but I think it's messy so I'm sorry.
Our love is the flower
Which blooms on the unknown mountain. Our love is beautiful. Never picked and displayed in the imperior's palace, Never put down to the soldier's grave. Our love is swinging in the wind. Our love is opening the petals to the sun. Our love is always glad if it rains. Our love never fade in the imperior's vase, Our love never wither on the lonely grave. Our love will give seeds Like others, Like others. Our love is the flower, Wild flower.
I am a woman.
I am smart. I am kind. I am compassionate. And I am so many other beautiful things. I am a person. I am not an object for you to enjoy. I am not something for you to whistle at. I am not just ***** or *** or legs. I am not your pretty scenery. I am a person.
Photography was his hobby,
And she became his favourite scenery.
I can imagine,
trees, ponds, fish and oleanders but I can't begin to hold you tightly enough, the anguish remains crafted.
I feel a simple joy
As I look upon the hills The kind that uplifts my heart Without the skiing thrills. The trees look their best All dressed in multi-coloured hues And stretch for miles around Against skies of brightest blues. And as I watch the sun, Rise from the other side; I see life stirring out, From where at night it hides. The sky gets filled with colour: To a warm tangerine-orange glow; And my mind is filled with awe, At this wondrously delightful show. Some birds have started Singing their happy whistling tunes; And will continue with their songs, Till its way past noon. There are some that have started Before the day broke into dawn, And unite with the melodies Of those who start later in the morn. And these very merry sounds So full of happy cheer Makes the state of Kashmir, Our very prized frontier. The sounds are echoed far and wide On this mountainous terrain Over hills and through valleys They reach below to the plains. At night it gets all quiet, Except for the babbling brook And the occasional hoot of the owl That startles me from my book.
I am somewhere lost in a hostile dream and the South End.
There are no more feathers on my skin and stars in my eyes. It is the second week of a gothic autumn and winter is waiting its turn. I am swinging on a golden sunset enjoying someone else's fun When you are this pretty you don’t just delete your social media, You delete your entire social life. This is a great way to rest peacefully in Life. My mind is the beautiful scenery I live in.
Fluffy clouds float by
Trees still in warm summer mode Magpies on rooftops
Inspired whilst out today :)