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Yesterday I sat

between the arms of

my loving mother,

the tree ! O tree !

Fail to realise I sat

unaltered untarnished

And do you know

What I saw!

The sun was trying to

lug the waters of the tarn

amidst which

was I and you together.
Amidst you all
Hawa Dec 2019
Drinking alcohol and smoking cigarettes to **** sadness.
Are you killing sadness or the sadness killing you?

Scrolling through the phone screen, to **** some time.
Are you killing time or the time is killing you?

Jumping from a parachute to **** your acrophobia.
Are you killing the fear or the fear is killing you?

Burning all the photos from your old album to **** your love for her.
Are you killing Love or Love is killing you?

Faking a smile to keep your hopes up.
Are you killing hope or the hope is killing you?

Cutting all the trees then dying of asthma.
Are you killing Earth or the earth is killing you?
Tsunami Sep 2019
The creak of a door,
A sliver of light
Slips and illuminates the evergreen tops.

A sigh of relief echoes between our two walls.
I hear the flick of a lighter.
An orange glow appears.
Floating about an arms length away from a dark shadow mostly hidden
behind the evergreens i always complain of.

We end up mimicking each others actions
Swimmers in a line,
Diving in at the same time.
Synchronizing the timing of raising
our separate cigarettes to
our separate lips,

It’s a small solace,
Two strangers, simultaneously trying to **** themselves just a bit quicker
The only form of intimacy we know at this point in life.

Ash, take a drag, ash, take a drag
Rinse and repeat
The wash cycle is almost over
We puff away together
Until one of us tires or hits the ****.

I once again, hear;
The creak of a door,
A sliver of light illuminates the tight knit needles.
I hear a gentle slam,
In his own way, a goodnight
we have an intimacy no one can mimic
A B Faniki May 2019
As I lie awake listening to the rain and wind
Playing music on my roof, the melody is as
Enchanting as a siren song.

I imagine the sky is blue. The trees are dancing
And waving their leaves while the rain-maker
cheers them on with lightning and thunder.

In the rainy season, my roof and the road to my
House will have a shower: they will look as clean
As the cloud that wanders aimlessly on a sunny day.

I can smell the season in the air as the rains pours
Down; what a delightful smell. It fills my heart with
Joy like the sea is filled with water.

I too must join the trees in their rain dance, for
This season is the season of life and wildflowers.
This poem is about the raining season which bring earth alive whenever it start.
Hawa Apr 2019
We are saving water,
We are saving paper,
We are saving trees,
Why the **** no one is trying to save me?
I read it somewhere that "We all have to do our bit of saving and in the end, if we drown at least we would know that we died while trying."
Crystal Freda Feb 2019
Blue, vibrant skies
over colors so divine.
Making them so bright
that they shine.

Paved bridges
take you to this escape.
Making you feel warm inside
that make you feel safe.

Every color
bleeding on your eyes.
Making everything beautiful
with those blue, vibrant skies.
Crystal Freda Nov 2018
Her eyes pressed on all
the colors, textures, and dyes.
The motifs of the trees
glistens as the wind flies.

The blowing causes
a cough in her throat
as she tightens the sash
of her lined, tan coat.

She stands amazed
by the tinges of the lake.
The ripples propel swiftly
causing the bridge to shake.

She glazes at her reflection
in the waves as she walks away.
Still intrigued by blossoming
coloration of this display.
Alexander Nov 2017
How cruel is it for God to give me wings.
Amongst all the other petty things?
And still bind me to the Earth,
Avoiding my death, same as my birth.

Three times I fell,
Three times I broke into hell.
A fourth one there shall not be.
No more, will the night listen to my plea.

As heavy rains poured from the stars,
I swore that this world would be ours.
My lies were too well glazed.
You left my insides completely razed.

These lungs can’t hold any more water.
My blood boils, and it’s only getting hotter.
Ice can hold only so much,
My soul is also, such.
The trees dance to your madness!*

Dancing, dancing, dancing.
Crashing, falling and collapsing.
They dance to*  **your madness.
This is simply part three of my Storm collection. I just really like relating human reactions to other natural forms. Kindly follow me/share my works for more. :)
Phoebe Hynes Dec 2015
I love the way rain looks when it melts the pavement into glass.
All the trees and lights cast back the tangled road.
Looking out the window during a storm
and bringing your eyes from the street
to the window,
all the water droplets move along to their own rhythm like land *****, ending up a puddle in a stage of full maturity.
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