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Thanksgiving wishes I send your way
Thanksgiving wishes for a joyous day
May your day be peaceful
May good food be plentiful
May your have enough without getting too stuffed
May you enjoy your day
May you come back refreshed and renewed
May you have lots of great things to write about
Happy Thanksgiving to You
Here I am
awake, dozing

Listening to the storm drifting away...
I just want to be a part of the rain.

washing away 

with other raindrops 

into the earth, creating 

life. 

To be beautiful and essential. 

I crave it...

the muffled fingertips of rainwater 
drum out the sound of the sky on all things below

And I 
lay here
in wonder
wishing...
I could be carried away with those noisy clouds on a silent wind
 
To some other landscape

to fall far and fast with a strength and purpose
never alone and always together,
A raindrop I would become, and gladly race to the soil
to soak into the flesh of the earth 
And be happy

Be happy.

For once, my heart would be free of ache 
as I would be carried 

far 

far away from here...
here.
In this bed 
of my heavy heart
with these sorrows as my blanket.
weighing me down.
Separating me forever from the passing rain

And my tears...
my tears are the closest thing to rain.

but they come alone.

and only from pain.
©anna.sophia.wolner 2013

The form of the poem, physically, is to be reminiscent of a falling rain drop.
Looking into someones eyes, I don't recognize them anymore
Knife that's in your mind covered in blood on the floor
Razor sharp mind with a dull outlook
Wondering how much man out of me would this have took?
The rhyming Scheme a bit cliche what can I say
The artistry pumps through my arteries
And while I create this imagery
Let's take a look at the real me
Can you feel me?
Can you sense my presence?
Taste the story as it unfolds
See the things I've never told
Hear the words coming from my head
Rather than the mouth that's fed you lies instead
Growing up
They tell us two
Things at the same time
To enjoy our childhood but
Also to become adults as fast
As we possibly can and we ache
From the failures that shouldn't be
And the lines that slowly weave through
Our foreheads give away our inclining age
Life is a sordid battle of sorts and an awkward
Amalgamation of feelings without names and people
Who come and leave when they fancy and trust is all it takes
To make and break a person standing on the edge of the sea line
Waiting to dive headfirst into the unknown because ignorance is bliss
And nights contemplating death are few and far between but they do exist
But feelings exist for no raeson and reason is an unwarranted current
For we strive too strongly to incite logic into everything we know
And strip ourselves of reckless decisions for solemn strictures
What if we left our feelings alone and accept that they
Unlike us will never be gone and wrecked or ever torn
Life is the awkward waiting game for the end
And that will come soon enough
But till then we must live
Fully and greatly
Rush not and
Hold on
Tight
death is
an innkeeper
that wait
for the tired
the sick and
the weary
to come through
that door
where the
lost souls
swims for the shore
and patiently
death shall
greet you
i'm still sure
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