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Jillian Jones Nov 2020
You
the rain it howls so loud
the thunder it crashes.
caught in this constant storm with no way out
I am so afraid.

But then there You are.
Like a beacon in the darkness.
You welcome me in with open arms and hold me tight.

The storm is still there
But now I have a rain coat.

-You.j.j
im thinking about publishing this in my schools campus journal. let me know what you think.
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

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hello responses by simple hi
Janna Orpa Nov 2020
Lilac clouds veil the crescent silver bow tonight.
The moonlight seeps through.
Madness soars through the sky.
A storm is approaching with the rumbles of thunder.
Rain rushes down from the charcoal sky.
And flashes of lightning crystallize against the darkness.
We lose ourselves in the moment,
knowing another is yet to exist.
Draven Brass Oct 2020
I place my soul before the sun to feel it's warm embrace.

But just as twisted, the glare grew wicked. A blank stare of decay.

An open view of different colours.
The rumbling clouds weep softly.

Life shuts down and bliss fills air, calmness falls before me.
aspen wilde Oct 2020
all we feel is pain
from a society that has torn us apart.
our words ignite thunder,
and our actions burn scars.
our views have altered because of
dreams crushed by stars.
our reality has deadened,
like our once-beautiful hearts.
we dream, we dance, we act, we sing, we write, we draw, we read
all to be someone else and to escape the reality of hell that we live in.
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