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يتغير – حين أحبك – شكل الكرة الأرضيه.. تتلاقى طرق العالم فوق يديك.. وفوق يديه يتغير ترتيب الأفلاك تتكاثر في البحر الأسماك ويسافر قمرٌ في دورتي الدمويه يتغير شكلي: أصبح شجراً..
Hot sands blow, grate wind flow. Across the erupted tops. I see I see a smiling face. A smile warm like me. Red rush, not mistaken once. Noises below, but only you show. Mind like smashed glass.
. A part of me f alls with every leaf.A fragment slipp ing from my sel f belief.
Your words of honey drip like nectar From the bow of your mouth. Galaxies collide inside my chest; Painfully tight, a lucid occurrence of myth Or of science. Or of a dream at unrest.
Erratic orthodox, bright and grey, A pandemonium of the day, A simple white lie of the norm, Preludes the black ice to the storm.
A pure green meadow, No blooms in the trees, No colours, no shine, Not even honeybees, Silence surrounds us, No scent in the breeze, No warmth in the sunrays, Not a wave on the seas...
Let the rain fall. Upon my face. I welcome it here. With a comforting embrace. Only small droplets. Gradually descending faster. Wind blows harshly. My breath I try to capture. Keeps coming.
#emotion #euphoria Vivid shades of blue and green, And every colour in between, A bolt of mauve, a crash of gold, A hue of which cannot grow old.
Life becomes a vortex,. A storm of fog and smoke,. An anime enchantress,. Who paints life just like a joke,. A flashing sea of colours,. A cold shiver up the spine,. A mango manga tear of ice,.
Grains of corals And rock adrift, As seasons change In raging waves. Memories flow Tunefully with The gushing stream; Sharp yet agitating, Barely consoling, Rousing the weary soul.
I saw a little while ago that my Opuss was filled with snow related poems. I love snow and it got me in the mood to write a snow related poem too.
Orange and blue, Purple and yellow, Rose and buttercup, Angry and mellow. Normal and strange, Box and sphere, Hand and foot, Calm and fear.
#nightdwellers Fingers trace the smoke grey glass, Thick fog pours through the ashen grass, The sky is jet, a vast expanse, The black horizon takes its stance.
I had forgotten how ungodly this hour seems when you're all alone and the sky is the colour of your aunts stress-grey hair.
Clouds of sighs and longings; Rainfall of misery. Lightning of restlessness; Rumbling thunder of fears. Stream of solemn dreams; Mount of complexities.
A fountain,. An explosion,. A rainbow motion. Of an unattainable mountain,. Drifting surrender,. Upon an ancient blessing,. Richly, tender, undressing,. To feel you close -. A touch too much,.
The relief at my collapse is eternal,. Relax, the webs of emotion turned to train tracks in my mind,. Tumbling thoughts rolling, steaming into a brightened, flaming abyss of remembered desire,.
#unknown #augustwriteaday Unknown, A lonely soul. Lovely dreams have turned cold. All alone, I don't really know Is it me, or does the distance grow.. Forever expanding, Dark land of nightmares.
I lay alone on my side, Thinking of where your body resides, How that, if you were here, You'd curl up behind me, And murmur in my ear, Rough hands coveting my curves, Lingering in dips, ...
I want to be,. In a patchwork sea,. Where every shade is different,. All labeled for me,. Cotton softly lapping,. Purple, blue and green,. In patches held together,. Sewn tight at the seams,.
When will the moon cry And when will the oceans dry. Shall we ever be happy again Or are all promises insane. A feverish cloud I always hide Will I ever be a bride.
A million drops fall from the sky. Some glitter green. While others are purple. Or violet in sheen. A drop of crystal blue. May be regretful and sad. Just as a drop of orange.
Delicate & made of velvet. Insides silk & mouth of lace. Satin tongue & lips dance in the haze. Weaving together words to say. Sewing day into day. Night for the restless.
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