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arubybluebird Oct 2014
so desperately I wish it would rain. I want to feel its many sensations past my clothes to my skin. I want to jump in a sidewalk puddle and mean it. It's autumn, and there aren't enough mustard yellow pumpkin orange olive green auburn leaves. I drank three cups of coffee earlier in the evening, the time is now fourteen past three and I cannot sleep. an indiscreet feverish anxiety fills my interior. there is so much to look forward to all the time. someday I will find my waldo. somenight I will find solace in the vitreous humor of my sleeping lover's eyes.
Udeshna Bhuyan Jan 2018
The light often dazzled her sleepless night,
she spent that midnight blue,
faced the stars, rays of moon,
the sweer clouds and somenight rains wet her skin..
But that light never left her alone.
It warm'd her wet skin,
make her enough swith,
She reached her goal she ever wanted.
Now, somewhere she feel the light
As blessings of her lost loving
Grandmom.

#light #faith #blessings #goal
Sometimes some memories and guidelines of someone you love takes you to the goal.
Lawrence Hall Jul 2021
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com  
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                               Some Nights Around 0400

Some nights around 0400
The silence calls you up for a dreamless dream
About your future and about your past
About that somenight when your dreams are done

The dancing figures of the flickering past
Figure across the pages of the night
Some as happy memories
Some in sorrowful rebuke

Your scope of activity is limited now
But what will you do in the morning?
A poem is itself.

— The End —