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Jenish Jun 2020
I laid my head in an ocean of heather,
Drinking panorama of silent weather,
Life still ahead.

When swarthy sky sent the messengers of night,
My lost time started grappling with dreams in fight,
Left miles to tread.

Down the bed of heather, resting in timeless world,
Echoes of silent words, yet to be uttered swirled,
Not an ear to be read.
Kaela Jun 2020
Lightening strikes inside my mind
causing me to change.
Waterfalls flow out my eyes
is it possible that I'm still sane?
Thumping and treading upon my heart
cracks the ladder of my rib cage.
Boiling Blood runs through my veins
is there anything of us that remains?
Hearing those words - my legs go numb
I feel like I'm starting to tremble...
the pain... the throbbing...
What are you trying to resemble?

But I'm sure it will be fine, the storm will soon pass by
It's not time yet to say goodbye.
Carlo C Gomez Jun 2020
Sometimes clouds
Sometimes rain

Sometimes a little gray
to wash away
the inhumane
SEN Jun 2020
Balloons float across the firmament
Colored kites look like sky writing
Jet planes breathe vapor trails blue horizon
Thin wispy cirrus painted on an Azure sky
Morning sun smiling down
What a lovely day I thought
As I lay in the field
Beside bales of hay
While having a heart attack
Kat Schaefer May 2020
May’s departure reminds us
That winter’s wool jacket
Has been replaced
With spring’s fabric sandals

The morning frost
That caked our windshields
Is now but a glossy dew
That lays upon the grass

The late December chill
That weathered our flesh
And consumed our warmth
No longer can feast

June’s prelude will refresh us
The endless sunshine and subtle breeze
Will nourish us in preparation
For winter’s arrival once again
Steve Page May 2020
I'm seeing new weather
Not a change of a few degrees
Not a rise or a fall
or an increase or decrease

But New

Weather not previously known
Never before seen
New weather, creating new
weather-worn scenes

Thick, slow rubber, raining
Single sunbeams of light
aimlessly floating
Heavy weight winds,
viciously falling
Warm salt, peppering
the horizon and once in a while,
if you're lucky,
Musical lightning

rumoured to be orchestrated by new angels
who aren't as predicable as their older cousins.
Stuff and nonsense?
SpiralDancer May 2020
I got wet.

Then I got more wet.

Then I lost my keys.

And my shoes were filled with rain,

chattering teeth, soaked to my thighs

through to my skin

shrivelled up feet, trench foot set in

but then I think about real trench foot
and silently apologise to the poor sods
who died with wet feet

I cried when I peeled off my clothes

I felt sorry for myself

But the little un had made me a hot drink

So I thought myself lucky

I am not native to wet and cold

The sun is needed for us growin' old
When you've been rained on so much it feels like emotional damage!
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