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dark, death, deep, weather,
shrouding the grave
my falling tears
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dark, death, fire, people, weather, world,
The sun burned bright before the dawn
The moon winked twice, and then was gone
It rained down snow amidst the heat
Unnatural, discord's drumbeat...
Pets walked their masters to and fro
There wasn't any place to go
Attractions closed, most shops shut down
Where once were smiles, now only frowns...
TV's news shows just yammered on
Folks turned away, suppressing yawns
Hid in their rooms, and played their games
The world they knew, now up in flames...
The world collapsed at eventide
Its soul gone rotten from inside
death, nature, perspective, poetry, sky, sound, weather,
As the sky grew grey
People in dismay
But the flowers screaming hooray hooray
Thunder grew violent
And the people went silent
Finally some peace and quiet
For I am dreary
And the sky eerie
The people are growing more and more weary
Clouds violently crying
Happiness slowly dying
People not wanting to be goodbying
Rain like tears
Thunder was your worst fear
People screaming "the end is near the end is near"
That was the end of all human life ever lasting
death, heartbroken, natural disasters, scary, sorrow, storm, weather,
Light is awaking,
New dawn is breaking,
A breathtaking morning,
Now faces scream warning!
(by Jemima Faith Childress)
blessing, eulogy, god, heaven, weather,
All sunny days gone
Lovely memories remain
sing a hymn.Amen.
dark, death, night, rain, sleep, weather,
Through dark rainfalls,
how can I sleep?
A nightmare crawls
through dark rainfalls!
It pries the walls
and tries to seep
through. Dark rain falls...
How can I sleep?
age, autumn, death, farewell, fire, high school, loss, nature, october, seasons, teen, weather, wind,
As the dawn expells its authoritive cast; they awake, but are abandoned. They
turn--but their friend the sun ignores and they understand. They commune
their relationship and part with their memories; and sigh.
They say their good-byes in a tone of fullfilment, but aface their anxieties
toward the skies for hope; but are denied. A clouded sky brings a chill in the
air and a rustling of rakes and flames.
Old as hell, written in HS for publication, circa 1971 by me. When I was young in the 60's in Ohio, we burned leaves in our backyard; sometimes our household trash too. You had to be me to be there GV. Count me in as last place. Take care.
bird, body, death, flying, horror, tree, weather,
Through the mists they land
Carried by darkened wings, spread
Sensing, they await
Suspended death in decay
Inhumanities now shared
dark, day, death of a friend, nostalgia, weather, world, youth,
For lost I am in my dreams of terror
- ring the bells of ghastly churches made
of iron! And flee the nightly tremor
from memories of children at play.
These sweep the mind in most pleasing ways,
like specks of tulips on gentle winds borne,
Futility, my dear, hides the Sun’s rays
and closes the door to memories adored
and I weep in my dreams for happiness no more.
beautiful, change, death, dream, gothic, language, lonely,
Winds and lust
Hanging on, even the dust
Storms rage inside my head
Oceans calm breeze arrives
To find me dead
Jour de la météo
La mort par le métro
dark, death, fear, ocean, snow, weather, winter,
Who said snow is beautiful?
It is like poison.
It slowly stings,
Like a carnivorous swarm of bees.
White pellets slice through air
A blizzard would be mild.
Pale oceans rise where grass once stood.
It piles up.
And piles up.
Like the laundry of a dead man;
It lingers for far too long.
character, death, weather, winter,
Frost bitten plants
fall from hypothermia:
My garden has died
america, anxiety, baby, depression, desire, emo, environment, gothic, grave, grief, heartbreak, nature, passion, philosophy, psychological, rain, weather, wisdom, words,
You'll see that in time
When the skies fade to gray
I'll be seeing you
When you squirm away
You'll be writhing back one day
Because you're on a rope
Attached to your neck
Attached to my feet
Got nowhere to go
Got nothing to see
Come back to me
Sit on the steps
In the alley alongside
My contortionist brain
Take off your slippers
Off with your berry beret
Take off your witchy attitude
It will all be OK
You were under my spell
Listen to what I don't say
Nothing will be this way
As the sky fades to gray
All goes away
All goes away
death, deep, earth, voyage, water, weather, wind,
Raging water, a terrible turbulent storm
A ship capsizes with men aboard
A vision of mercy entered there...
Finding the sailors who floundered waves
In and out the mercy sought
Wanting to offer a handing help
Searched endlessly until silent the waters
No man found struggling nor survivors
©2016 Bonnie G Jennings . All Rights Reserved
death, deep, loss, nature, war, weather,
The thunderous skies now capitulate to man, witnessing their tirade of wrath
Who would have thought nature now bowed, whilst viewing man's path
What man could imagine, beating a power like she
When I look back at the template I wrote
This wasn't meant to be
Inspired by reading a posting on Facebook by 'Janette Fisher'
Nayda Ivette Negron
bereavement, weather, wind,
Coconut stalks swing
Tropical wave strong gust winds
Raining with thunders
color, day, depression, grief, loneliness, lonely, nature, sad, sky, sorrow, weather,
Low clouds drift across the sky
a thick blanket of sleep.
Their dreariness drains life
from this once perfect day.
The sky drowned in grey,
the sunlight fades.
The flowers lose their color,
and the robin forgets to sing.
Not even rain will fall
nor will wind blow through leaves.
Nothing draws a breath
on this cold lonely day.
appreciation, beautiful, death, december, solitude, weather, winter,
The land is barren
Oh mercury is falling
Jack has made it back
death of a friend, environment, fire, holocaust, prejudice, society, weather,
When one is renewed from a terrible disaster.
Usually it's something awful. Recovering sometimes requires,
great strength, courage and wisdom. Sometimes share will is
all it takes.
When one recovers, all else, that they had may be gone.
New and better things take their place.
Perhaps, your recovey maybe like that, with new and
better things to take their place -- God.
allegory, autumn, change, childhood, death, flower, weather,
Sunday's, heavy heat
heralded no warning
change of weather.
flitted from calendula
in no particular hurry.
Happy for the long
day and abundant seeds.
Monday morning drivers
golden buses, impatiently
unaware of hungry birds.
in the breeze
catches school children
and feasting finches
Autumn storm waits
off the coast
as the barometer
crashes, a clash
make no promise
confusion, cry, dark, death, deep, depression, weather,
The air is warm, the sky is blue
The trees are dancing in the wind
The birds sing, the butterflies flutter
Peace is all I feel
The air is cold, the sky is crying
Tears are dropping down like bombs
The people scream and fall to their knees
The birds are silent, the butterflies gone
I don’t understand
Then all is dark
change, crush, funeral, imagery, snow, storm, weather,
bury what lies underneath
kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr
adventure, depression, sympathy,
we have a task
we 'will get pass
will not run out of gas
as a team its our dream
to work together
make the world better
there so much bad stuff
we will fight and fess
NO BAD WEATHER CAN STOP US
allusion, angel, death, depression, farewell, goodbye, weather,
Behold! The reaping gantry.
Dusted lungs and coiling flame
Silver pity from his seduction
Serpent shedding no final gain,
A toll to pay your darkness
as she ponders memory lane
light seeping through the shadows
what once was will still remain,
Bleeding sight from all who know me
Shall not quench my unknown pain
As I am dancing with the devil
what once was shall still remain,
I Whisper farewell to last prayers
as the black wolf howls my final tune
from the bagpipes he lays his mystery
now I'm a roving quite like you.
Today was ninety-eight degrees;
At least that’s how it felt.
I’m shocked that I am still intact;
I thought that I would melt.
But I would take this kind of heat
For months, all in a row,
Instead of what was perfect weather
Twelve short years ago.
For from those bright blue skies above
The world came crashing down,
Releasing so much sorrow
In its tears we all could drown.
Complaining is a luxury
When there’s no glaring threat
And I feel fortunate to whine
About a little sweat.