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Logan Elizabeth Sep 2017
but today the breeze penetrates my clothes
straight to the bone, shivering
without your warmth
the universe knows what today is
as if it were someway to make today one of mourning
my father's birthday
and
the day I learned you never loved me
the day I mourn the love of the men I crave
the day I mourn a love they are not capable of giving me.
Dana Skorvankova Jun 2016
It got me into pieces but
I shall not be here
In pain anymore

Shivering life
& I love its poetry
But I must go.
Raghu Menon Nov 2015
It is raining
Slow and steady
Not very light
Not very heavy

When you ride your bike
The small drops pierce through your dress
It hits mildly on your eyes,
Makes your eyelashes heavy
With dripping water drops
Down to your nose and to your lips
It tastes cool and good
Compared to the demineralised water
of your household RO filter

It is raining mildly
Enough to wet you
Makes you cool and shiver lightly
Makes you fresh and cool
Gives you the energy
Better than any other means

It also brings back
A strange nostalgia
Which  you can not connect
Immediately..

Is it the childhood memories ?
Is it the rainy school days ?
Is it the sweet memories of
Your dead beloved ones
Who shared many such rains in the past?

It rains mildly
Slow and steady
Not very light
Not very heavy
But enough to
Make you happy
Make you fresh
Make you calm
Make you a new person
Rejuvenating
Refreshing..

It is raining mildly
Slow and steady*
....
It is November 14, Children's day in India. A rainy day ... while the schools today shy away from the rains, we in our younger days, cherished and longed for rainy school days..
Violet Blue Aug 2015
1am
Sitting on the steps outside
Middle of winter at 1am
Sick
Tears streaming
Heartbroken
Just take me
Shivering under a blanket of stars
a family that has
lost everything
searches
for hope

Shivering under a blanket of stars
a distressed man roams
familiar streets. Tie loosened,
and head spinning,
an angry wife
waiting
at home

Shivering under a blanket of stars
a young couple lingers at the end
of a driveway past curfew
fingers are entwined,
and hearts
beginning
to race

Shivering under a blanket of stars
a forgotten man takes his last
breath of air, his mind
too empty
to
carry on

Shivering under a blanket of stars
I lay with my father counting stars,
our laughter running
away from us as it
bounces
off the trees
Copyright 2-25-2015 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
Em Dec 2014
I'm shivering of cold
and I don't know if it's the fan
turned on in my room
or rather
the absence of you
Mark Steigerwald Nov 2014
I can feel the pain
growing higher.
Growing like a monster
to the heat of the fire.

Its a beautiful kinda of pain
broken shattered glass.
This ****** rain
of tears and pain.

Washing away who I was.

I draw ragged breath
from the depths of my shattered heart.

I fill my lungs one last time
with the putrid air.
As I feel my spirit crumple
under this heavy despair.

The lost cry in the night,
the eerie screams.
The watchful eye
eying the pain
of my waking dreams.

Beautiful this pain is to him;
that eye so cold,
so very cold.

Shivering bleak depths,
staring straight through my torn apart soul.

Fear dripping down my spine
like melting ice
my heart it surely shall find.
Hopeless underneath
that wretched black gaze.
I fall into the depths one very last time.

In spite of him that horrid eye,
I rid myself of all fear,
I choke him of his life source
I fill my heart with joy and blessings.
I rid myself of him.
The beautiful pain,
my darkness agony.
Eleanor Rigby Sep 2014
I am not lonely today
The trees are shivering
The skies are weeping
With me
Nature is having
One lazy dream
And we're all stuck in it
Equally suffering.


F.Z.N

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