THE PERFECT MELODY

 

 

draevendeluna

The air feels heavy,

laden with moisture.

Grey clouds hover

in the darkening sky.

The first raindrops arrive,

pounding on the rooftops

in a staccato melody of their own.

Pound, pound, pound.

Tap, tap, tap.

Rain washes our streets

and clears our minds,

preparing us for a new day.

TAME

Source:headlikeanorange

Please, I want to go outside.

No reason for you to hide.

The winds bring rain.

But they are tame.

I won’t fall or melt

If hail were to pelt.

I’ll be forever in your debt

If you allow me to get wet.

I’m pulling on my chain.

You don’t need half a brain

To know I’m ready to go free.

See what a great pet I can be.

WASH AWAY MY PAIN

WASH AWAY MY PAIN

Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain.
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on its way past the madness.

The ocean may take it far away
To places, we cannot even say,
Where no one recognizes its sting 
Or knows the infliction it can bring.

Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain.
It stands clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path on my spine
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.

I hold my head high to the wet spray;
It becomes a mist of blue and grey.
The faucet has turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and so right.

SOAK ME

Source:relatlonship

Hit me.

Strike me.

I will carry on.

Soak me.

Shake me.

I will carry on.

Sink me.

Drown me.

I’ll still be here.

GOODBYE OLD FRIEND

Source:vhspositive 

GOODBYE OLD FRIEND

The world is changing.

Forests are dying.

Animals are becoming extinct.

Nature has taken control.

Days are warmer.

Rain falls harder.

Earthquakes rock the planet.

Hurricanes bring the winds.

Ocean waves dance to the deadly tune.

Bow to our new foe, Mother Nature.

Crime does its share,

But nature cleans the slate.

Towns and cities topple

Beneath the rubble.

The salt water hits my face

As I watch the waves rise.

I wait for the beautiful sight

To turn deadly and reckless.

The laps at the shore

Become heavy slaps.

Rocks and debris are

Thrown to the wind.

Soon I am drenched.

The ocean has come ashore

To wreck havoc on our lives.

My eyes tear as I search for

the ocean’s lost beauty.

I search for the camaraderie of 

My old friend who’d soothed my fears.

My friend is long gone.

All is gone.

And so will we.

THIS WALL

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 THIS WALL

Words fill the crevices of my mind.

Emotions that are too hard to find.

Love poetry trembles from my lips.

Your passion I can bear in small sips.

Behind closed eyes, I can still see your face.

Hard features I cannot seem to erase.

Filled pages fall from my open fingers.

The unspoken love sonnet still lingers.

Maybe I should burn my wall of pages

To help clear my mind of these wild rages.

COLD DEPTHS

Source:harborware

Take me in your arms,

As your darkness surrounds me.

Bring me to the outer limits

Of your hope and despair.

Delight me with your cold depths,

Waiting in the wetness beyond.

THE DEAD GAME

Like thorns on a rose, 

the town of Oasis appears 

peaceful during the day. 

But at night,

its thorn are revealed.

The Dead roam 

the streets of town. 

Follow them 

to their wild parties. 

But be careful

you don’t become one 

of the lifeless bodies 

found on the beach 

come morning light.

THE DEAD GAME

THE EDGE

Source:pirism

A walk to the edge.

A foray to the wild side.

A dip in the ocean.

A dive into the unknown.

It will soon cover me.

With its soothing wetness.

Am I ready?

THE GREENHOUSE

Source:m-alfvnction

A green house in Florida.

Greenery and wildlife to the brim.

Trees with life of their own.

Birds unseen but heard.

Limbs reaching.

Grabbing for the next visitor.

Snakes slithering in their cages.

Wings flapping in the next room.

Surprises in store.

And so much more.

Come and join us.

THE DEAD GAME

http://myBook.to/TheDeadGame 
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

BANISH THE CLOUDS

Hold clouds in your hand,
Banish them for good.
Allow the sun in, 
Just the way it should.

Throw out evil thoughts,
Only light inside.
Open your closed heart
And walk free with pride.

A romp in the grass,
Where flowers grow wild.
Accept the sun's love,
Like your only child.

Stay away dark moon,
Night is for the sun.
Darkness held at bay,
As we dance for fun.

A SPLASH

A SPLASH

A splash of water.
A splash of salt.
In my eyes.
In my mouth.
The taste.
The feel.
The joy.
Of summer fun.
Come and join us.

RED IN ITS ANGER

I can feel the storm approaching.
Moving closer to shore.
A spray of water in my face.
Salt in the air.
Palm trees swaying.
Sand rippling.
A wildness in the air.
Birds fleeing for safety.
Waves crashing.
Sky turning darker.
Red in its anger.
Roaring its fury.
Raining down tears.
When will it end?
Once the sky is finished.
Once it’s calmed down.
The sun will peek out.
The birds will return.
And all will be right
with the world.
Tantrum over.

ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?

What did you say?
Are you talking to me?
You don’t like my stripes?
Well, I don’t like your clothes.
At least my outfit is waterproof.

NATURE VS. NURTURE

flowersgardenlove:

Is a garden better with straight
pathways and cut hedges?
Does structure improve upon nature?
Or is nature better represented in its
wild form?
Nature can be appreciated and
respected in both formats.
Just as long as it’s enjoyed.

THE DEAD GAME

THE DEAD GAME takes you to places far beyond your wildest imagination.

http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist

http://barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881
 

CALL OF THE WILD

CALL OF THE WILD
A UNIQUE LANGUAGE UNDERSTOOD
BY ITS OWN MEMBERS.

BEAUTIFUL TREES
I HOPE THEY ARE AROUND AND PLENTIFUL
FOR A LONG TIME.

• via The Druids Tea Party
• Feb 6
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• trees green mountains nature beauty wood conserve leaves forest forested

symphony-of-the-elements:

NATURE
A SIMPLE MUSHROOM IS NOT SO SIMPLE.
IT HAS INTRICATE DETAILS ON THE OUTSIDE
AND IN THE INSIDE.

• via The Druids Tea Party
• Feb 6
• 197
• nature inside outside mushroom intricate details complex grow fields

garakami:

YOU CAN PAINT A PRETTY PICTURE
WITH A BLUE SKY AND TREES,
BUT NATURE WILL ALWAYS BE PRETTIER
AND CAN NEVER BE DUPLICATED.