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annh May 2019
The train I missed left me waiting on the platform in the rain, rush-hour commuters splashing past. Then you offered me your umbrella, half-an-hour of conversation, and a smile so warm it could melt chocolate. Now, somewhere between A and B, on an express bound for home, I realise I’ve missed you too.
‘That was the missed moment. I should have put out a hand and taken her arm and said, “Here I am. Ask me. Now. The real question! Tell me. While I’m here. Ask me before it’s too late.”’
- J.L. Carr, A Month in the Country
Erian Rose May 2019
He'd sing along to the midnight songs.
She'd turn the other way.
He'd run and run to get away.
She'd stay.
Time would fly in their eyes, both dreaming up at the night sky.
All it takes is one day to change a world of what they see.
When they both come to meet under the blue umbrella.
Özcan Sh Apr 2019
Never forget
Who has always held
A umbrella for you.
Erian Rose Mar 2019
When we hold close
You turn away
When our hands touch
You drift  further from day
When things look calm
The tornado rages on
Not even an umbrella
Can conquer the pouring rain
Alex Zhang Mar 2019
Television static
Falls on my umbrella
Glass tears popping
At my feet
As I wait for a bus
To somewhere without rain
Arisa Mar 2019
Grey days are when the clouds puff a tantrum,
Smoking the sky out of its cozy, azure, play-space
With a big fuzzy blanket that covers the high plains,
And no holes for the blue to poke through.

Occasionally, they spout out their tears
And pelt the poor people below
With a loaded water pistol.

And such people sprout out umbrellas,
Or search for storm's shelter,

Yet one person always prefers to drown in clouds' melancholy.
Today was a cloudy day, a particular weather I personally love and live in.
pistachio Feb 2019
///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
//////////////////////////////////////////////  I /////////////////////////////////////////
//////////////////////////////////////will be your ///////////////////////////////
    //////////////////////////umbrella protecting you///////////////////////////
///////////////////from the sweltering heat of sun or the///////////////////
//////////gloomy torrent cloudburst caused by anyone who/////////
////leave you in a world extinguished of candela. I will not let the////
sadness of heavens drown you and washed away your smile. I will
not let the heat of Apollo scorch you again or wither you, my lily of Nile.        Though                 you              may              left
/              /        /      /   me  /        /          /      /
               /                 /     /         in a       /      /                          /
/                 /                         dim                    /                /
/           /                    /                   spot         /                /                  /
      /              /            /             trust            /               /           /
     /             /                 / me I               /               /
/                         /                           will                /               /              /
     not
/          /                         move    /            so         /
          /           /                          you         /         can    /             /
/                     /                          find                  me                    /
     /  /      /          /         when things get  /       /
 /                      /                          tough again.    /                   /
Another attempt for a shape poem. Don't know if it's good. Have a good read though :)
abigail j s Feb 2019
surely
You are found in the sound
of raindrops dripping
sprinkling, storming,
coming down in sheets.
Gemma Jan 2019
I am mostly of a sunny disposition, or at least I try to be day by day.
then all of a sudden, I’m not sure how, my sunshine fades away.

I’m left feeling cold again with an overwhelming urge to cry.
no longer is my minds sky blue, it’s grey and gloomy, I don’t know why.

see the weather can be unpredictable and I’m just trying to stay warm.
It’s all I can do some days, not to be washed away with the storm.

So I try not to pay much attention to the weather, I try not to give in, I’ll open up my umbrella to try and protect from the rain within.
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