The last Midnight, I saw a different Phenomena As I'm A Space Man, And I'm travelling Interstellar The right side sky was Coloured all Pink, Even I didn't believed that , It wasn't even 2:00 am, So what was the link ....? . The left sky was still Obsessed with dark, As the night was calling it , And it was having a good hark There was too a good blend of' The heavy clouds and the air, The whole scenario felt like.... The night was crying alone, and the day was having her good care The clouds too gifted me a light little drops shower, It was a timeless experience, As I didn't cared about the hour The wind was too kind , Having a little cuddle I was overwhelmed, The whole lot feelings muddled, Finally it was 4:00 am The rain started heavily pouring, It was a good morning alarm And it all felt like a perfect date, As it was so alluring It's one of the beautiful moments , That I'll always remember, As the woods at a dark night-time, Possessing An Ever Glowing Ember || P.S.- Least Imagination, The most what i felt Last Night ! #night#sky#cosmos#interstellar#pink#dark#clouds#air#rain#shower#date#perfect#ember#poetry#poem#ceesreposts@miraquill@writersnetwork#pod
She sets up and dims the lights Her orchestra of wind blowing through lush green trees Builds from a whisper to a forte Crescendo! Beautiful lightening cast blinding light in a white dangerous rhythm Thunder drums quietly, then BOOM! And it stops… To let applause ripple through the valley which she lingers Until it stops in the early hours of the dawn With the sun peaking over the glittering hills Her song has finished She slips away and hides in solitude To write another song To shatter earthly silence Once again to amaze us all And shower us with 'Rain'
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Dear Beautiful souls, Shower some if you feel so. Convey token of suggestion, I'll be elated.
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* GLOSSARY :- Perpetual - Eternal, Petrichor - Smell of Earth after first rain, Rebellious - Resistant or Not calm, Indelible & Imperishable - Lasting or Permanent, Impression - Mark, Pristine - Original or Unspoilt, Crave - Strongly Desire *
Touch of rain gentle when it fall on skin Twinkling these colourless droplets imply Welcoming comfort and vanish all pain Like mom's lullaby, showering from high With striking lightning and thunder from sky To make plants and flowers smile with all might It spin all over the ground without plight Enticing smell of petrichor is pure Heavenly aroma make heart feels light. Droplets left on grass glisten and allure.
The dizain poetry form is French domain. Basic rules of the dizain poetry form is:
One 10-line stanza 10 syllables per line Rhyme scheme: ababbccdcd
Fill my void with mug of love Feel my scar over your body Drink my past , Be my present Show me what forever look like Make perfection out of impurity Of planets I'll let you to feel secrets Of my body .. And let me feel warmth Of intimacy.. Then will take you to my heaven Consisting of rhymes And Paint you there forever For the decades to know It existed for while ... And It was worthwhile @thedesiredairy
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As she lay on the hospital bed, Morphine drained into her veins, And clutched at her chest. The wounds on her thighs, The fire under her skin, The acid on her face. The morphine blotted out all the pain, And yet her tears Showed the agony of her heart.
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A torrent of boiling water,
Sizzling and steaming through my skin.
Rubbing at this parchment,
The scars left by broken nibs and knives,
Make it a bumpy ride,
Over the once smooth flesh.
Hacked and burnt, twisted and torn,
A prey to those eyes, filled with scorn.
Yet, the boiling water washes over me,
Washing down my follies and sins.
Like the rust being scraped off iron,
To reveal the new being within.
And the words were the shower from the heaven .. When they made me relax out of my restlessness.. Nah it's fine .. But he knew that it isn't.. He wasn't there to be alone .. And I was feeling that am again in my old nerd zone.. Before it was fine .. Now I was missing something that has been ingrained and was making me shine with an infectious smile.. Nah it's fine .. Till the day you won't leave me to the empty lines .. But he knew it's isn't.. Day by day .. You are becoming my rhyme.. And this poem is not really having it's soul .. If you aren't its song.. And the songless rhythm too .. Needed your numbness.. Nah it's fine .. But be there always .. If it sounds .. That it isn't.. ~0