#ambience
With the meadows.. 🍃
And the shadows..
I enjoy the gentle breeze.. ☺️
With a bright shining ray of light..
And full of smiling blooms around.. 🌸
All that mesmerise me;
with its mystical ambience… 😍
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 3:36 AM UTC
Goosebumps rise in eerie fright,
As the cold begins to wrap me tight.
Ah... my glasses fog with mist,
and my heart pounds in the midst.
For a moment, I stop and think,
Should I rise or let fear sink?
To step away, escape the night,
or stay still, without a fight?
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 10:30 AM UTC
Raindrops
Dripping silently from the flaccid branches
With leaves like dying embers
And a solitary crow gazing at the sky
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 7:25 AM UTC
Winter heat
A thousand hues
Incandescent crimson tree fingers
Reaching out in the afternoon sun
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 3:12 AM UTC
White melting dunes
Sprinkled with acorns and dust
Out and up grow gothic evergreens
Into the blue serenity above
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 2:54 AM UTC
Day and night melting into each other
Like they never knew love
Or will ever know love
They waltz to the town's bustling song
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 5:07 AM UTC
She gazed into the blue slithering clouds..
Seeking her dream words..
Engulping every pinch of efferevesence of the inferred insight..
Cloggy clouds closely towards clashing
Reminding the classic literature of "Glance in a chance"..
Quint zephr caresses the clam cheeks...
Clashing pair of lashes fluttering flawlessly..
The scene in her eyes seemed eternity..
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC
alone,
looking as lovely,
as a blossom
in the midst of Spring.
i see no haste
although
you are not of
an amiable ambience.
your eyes gaze and
speak of a million lies
you've heard
yet withheld.
fastened onto a
seat of comfort;
yet so tense
and susceptible.
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 4:02 AM UTC
The prime, sublimed
In the ambience
Of time
The seductive spectrum
Of rays, find its way,
To shine
The greens of the oak
The forest pines, bow
To their shrine
The creatures, the preachers
The four-legged, the two-legged
Teachers
Roam this dome
This earth, our world
We call it home...
©sim
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
by Arcassin Burnham
The flowers and the trees,
from the ground to a branch as it swings with a beautiful gust
of wind,
And as it blows,
The feels come rushing through like the hypothesis of everything
created when it comes to an beginning era..
it nearly is when diamond valley makes you see the light,
too bright for the likes of your eyes like goodbyes of friends you knew before,
brain cells carry memories of lust and death like flies carry diseases,
remembering the last time you pivoted into oblivion with materialistic things
in life,
uploading a post on your samsung,
pacing back and forth with the same song,
and this song is so beautiful and lucid like ambiance
that it would be impossible to stop singing in an awe moment,
your brain caught it.
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 11:04 AM UTC
Chirping sound outside,
From an old resonator.
In the late evening,
Sets a tranquil ambience,
The cricket sings from afar.
©sim
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 10:15 PM UTC
Murmured voices break the silence
To my right
a cute couple clink
their wine glasses together
in a celebratory toast.
Off to the left,
an older gentleman
engages an old-ish lady
in whispered conversation.
I’m guessing he’s whispering
sweet nothings to his bride.
The well dressed young man
standing at the bar
survey’s the crowd,
looking restless.
He seems to be waiting
for…
Ah, that beautiful girl
that just walked in.
Her eyes light up,
his face breaks into
a big smile.
I love the ambience
of this old place.
Red carpets,
dim lights,
candles flickering in
every direction.
My time here is
almost done.
I only need
some sugar
for this last
cup of coffee.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
Learning from inside-out, crouched, how do I tie this double-knot?
Acoustic ambience bouncing around in the space between my ears
Creating songs the shape of you,
sea of sadness.
Melancholic temple,
where you have gone to worship all your life,
is burning to the ground in great, blundering flames.
Was it you
who nearly drowned
last June?
Was it you
who never
ever
let them
forget?
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC