30. Under the Rain
#100days I am trapped and I hunger, I yearn for the day. When bonds become weightless And the chains fall away.
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#100days I am trapped and I hunger, I yearn for the day. When bonds become weightless And the chains fall away.
#100days (Just playing around with sentence endings/beginnings) What do you think happiness is. Is it a fleeting thing do you think. Think about how amazing you can be. Be proud of who you are.
#100days S o tired of the sufferingS. O f hearing sorrow's echO. R eliving an erroR. R emember the offeR O ffered freely to undO Worldly pains we all kneW.
#100days Don't go near. Don't speak To that odd looking freak. He knows It shows. He tries to look meek. He's not from here, He's from there. He pretends he doesn't care. They whisper, They smirk.
#100days Tears can move nations, Breaking them apart. But the tears I shed over you Will never move your heart.
#100days It is time, it is time, The moment's all mine. There will never be another So perfectly divine. I can lurk, I can lean, But never be seen. Hidden away; Sometimes cruel, sometimes mean.
Snowflakes dance, They twirl and twist, Surrounding me in ice cold mist. They catch my tongue And cling to my hair, Teasing, calling, wanting me there.
#disabilityaware (Needs a bit of work bit it's a start) The words dance and skip; The brow creases. The words twist and turn; Hope ceases. Just try I urge As the tears fall.
I saw the travellers yester noon. Hugging the valleys; an air of gloom. These travellers of mist and moor Gently scratch the tight closed door.
What is it for. Only for money. Rotten feeling Knowing's not funny..
Snow I welcome, Rain I bear. But this stupid weather Neither here nor there. My soul it falls Down through my shoes. Fully fledged bad weather blues.
I have no time it is not mine, It flees away so swiftly. With hands I grasp As it rushes past, It simply slips right past me. To halt its course My will enforce, From its stream to be free.
#100days Black cat, Lucky cat, Brought joy to life, Fancy that. Magic cat, In a hat, On his toes, Tippy tap. Circus cat, Wearing tat, Spangly coat, He's all of that. Poor kitty, Nothing to give.
Ok it's now official, I'm definitely overweight. Too many summer icecreams; Big dinners on my plate. I really don't want to exercise, But methinks I have no choice.
I picked up my book, only to realise I was trying to read the first few lines in rhyme. Should I be worried or just embrace the addiction. .
#100days She can be cruel they say Not always so kind. A harder task mistress You never could find. Impersonal you think. You may be right As you watch, an onlooker Her kingdom's fight.
#100days The chalice of old, The golden goose. That beautiful dream, To escape from the noose. Working week, Miniscule weekend. Bosses and colleagues Drive us round the bend.
Camel said hey Llama, But llama ignored the call. Camel tried to work out why; Camel was feeling rather small. Why should Llama not like alpaca. Camel wondered all day long.
Just some silly nonsense (it is Friday after all) There was a man with no hair And he never did seem to care. Until by his wife he was told That he was looking quite bald.
#100days F orever moving forward; O nwards always looking. R emembering to hold on T o the hope that you have. I nner strength is needed.
#red My hands are coated red, I only wanted her to see. That he didn't belong to her, He would only ever belong to me..
#red I see it when I'm angry And when the roses bloom. It overwhelms my senses, When you walk into the room..
(Just a bit of fun) Off to the fair, Hip hip hooray. Rides and candy floss Fun all day. Bubbles of excitement Eyes growing wide, So much to do It's hard to decide.
#100days To the tune of Judy Garland's "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" Somewhere over the rainbow Dreams will die. Never finding their purpose. Neither will you or I.
#100days They say it's thicker than water. Never known what that meant. I know it actually is but it's seems the meanings bent. Blood wills out they say. "Out of what?" ask I.
#100days Why mummy why Is there a blue sky. Why mummy why Can I not fly. It's wonderful to hear Questioning young minds. Pieces of knowledge Precious finds. Never stopping, Always asking.
The room was chill, the rather ornate fireplace dead and cold. Ornate furniture from a more formal time was placed to the best advantage.
#100days I AM damn well smiling. I snarl at my mam. While avoiding the stare of the camera man.
#100days I had the misfortune, One bright summer's day To be heading towards and not away From a sight so extraordinary I could barely see What it was, or is, or simply will be.
#100days It beckons. I hear it gently calling me. People talk but never listen. All wrapped in their individual worlds. "Give in," it whispers softly "give in".
Dear Son, I remember when I hugged you close; Rocked away your fears, Sang and held you through the night, Kissed away your tears. So easy to fix any pain, That often befalls the young.
#100days B reathe again, breathe again, R each out for true love. E mbrace this new feeling, A nother wants to love you T o build a life together.
#100days Today I plan to drive From here to way down there. I really wish I could click my heels, And arrive without a care. On my trusty car I must rely, To get me from A to B.
#100days She leans over the side of the bridge, contemplating the events of the day, trying to ignore the noise behind her. It would be so easy to step up onto the ledge.
#100days Heaven where the angels dwell I believe in it, but not in hell. Unless it's this world we're living in Controlled by greed and lust and sin.
#100days It was a beautiful day and the weekend promised fair, so they decided to throw a few things in a case, jump in the car and drive. Where to wasn't important, it was the break away that was.
There is a bookworm in the library Munching all my books. He has no other interest, Not bothered about his looks. His jeans are full of rips and tears His tops are full of holes.
There's a banshee in our hallway Man, she can't half wail. There's enough hot air in there To set a ship asail.
There's a sloth upon my couch, This time it isn't me. He slumps and grumps and munches snacks While watching my tv. His hair hangs like a floor mop, His mouth can only mutter.
#100days When do we need solace, When for it do we seek. When we are angry, Or tired, sore and weak. Seeking solace isn't easy, Not when we are so proud.
#100days Embrace the night Welcome the dark Lit only by a single spark. Walk tall in darkness Feel no fear While that single spark is near.
#100days There was a chap called Creeper, Who swore he saw the light. It happened one dark winters eve It gave him such a fright. He said They pulled him upwards To bigger lights up younder.
#100days My love is always there for me, Patient, sure and kind. A hug and a shake of the head When I worry about my behind. Are you sure it isn't huge. I plead one Monday morning.
#100days I am here a little late, To introduce myself. Too tall to be a pixie, Too short to be an elf. My hair will never turn to grey; A good hairdresser keeps it fun.
Did you ever see a house So much like a zoo. A heffalump in the mirror And a whale in the loo. A dragon in the bedroom; Not as scary as it looks.
There's a dragon in my bedroom Stinking out the place, Huffing out its rotten breath In everybody's face. The family often wonder What it eats the night before.
There's a whale in my house, In my bathroom to be precise. I struggle to find some space, This isn't really nice. This whale has taken lodging, It has refused to move.
There's a heffalump in the mirror I wish you all could see. The strangest thing I ever saw Staring back at me. There's a heffalump in the mirror It's screwing up its face.
You are worthless Admit it girl. I am worthless (I wish I had purpose) Only I can understand you. Say it girl. Only you can understand me. (I want to be understood) You are nothing without me.
A thank you I owe to you all, For reposting my poems Upon the wall. Too many to thank One by one. I would be here until Kingdom come. So this call goes out To those who care.
#household paint If I put paint on my lips Would you notice me. If I picked a bright colour Would you finally see. If that colour was red Would it tempt you near.
Isabeau’s last breath did not fight to stay a part of her body, it slipped away without fanfare.
It sat there between them, Unspoken misery. Her answer was given, Ending all of their history. Worn out from the hurt Her heart never healing. So tired and bowed under, No strength for appealing.
Inspired by HeatherAnne's poem. The lush green grass beckons me. A thing I never thought to see. The only touch I ever felt, Was whip and sting; a leather belt.
#ABC challenge Another Body Cried "Death Everyone, For Glory!" Hope Igniting. Joking, Killing, Love Me Now. "Onward People, Quest Remember!" Soldier tottering, Unclear Vision.
#household challenge Mirror mirror in the hall, Do u think of me at all. When I peer so close, so near; An eyeball there, a nostril here. Mirror mirror reflecting me, All my blemishes do you see.
A rotten little raspberry thief, Has all my raspberries eaten. My raspberry bush, the poor drap thing, Looks sore and very beaten. Who could this rotten culprit be. Leaving my bushes bare.
A holiday in amble Started of okay. Then she got too close To eaters of hay. A wheeze and a stagger, A gasp and cough. Asthma had struck, The holiday was off. Amble and asthma, Equines and rain.
18 years we've been together, And although It's not always been pleasant weather, We made a promise and set our sails, To forge ahead through all the gales.
A sneeze and a snuffle I cannot muffle. I despair of my nose, As anyone knows, Who suffers the same. With late spring it came, To taunt and to tease; The pollen disease.
She said it was entirely my fault. I don’t see how do you. I guess you probably wouldn’t say even if you could. She said if it wasn’t for me it wouldn’t have happened at all. No sympathy at all.
She stood determined and defiant before the gilt mirror that hung and had hung for many generations, as a centrepiece on the formal landing.
A little ditty. Nothing deep ;) The sun is bright The day has started, Sleep and I have finally parted. Another coffee to clear my head. Fight the urge to go back to bed.
I am cruel and unkind, Playing games with the mind. Attacking those who are weak, Tears and heartbreak I seek.
How much longer can they stay upright. Oh my gosh my nerves are tight. Come on England score one for me, Then my nerves will surely flee. Until we meet our rivals new. Germany we'll beat you too.
I'm a bit of a speed freak (When not in my car). Formula 1 is my passion, I gaze on from afar. The sound of the engines, The occasional tantrum and tear.
B eckon the words softly, L isten to what they tell you. O ne word leads to two. C almly tell yourself K id, you CAN write!.
Like a tree he provides shelter From Sun and from rain. Like a rock he provides protection From much worldly pain. If I trust in his strength He'll never let me fall.
My attempt at an acrostic poem. P lease listen to what I have to say I found a strange thing one day. N othing can compete with this.
I wandered through a barren waste. Cut off from a land I had come to love, Torn from those who inspired me. My anguished cries ran ahead, Then rebounded tauntingly to remind me of my idiocy.
That moon shaped house was built one day. And in that abode the moon did stay. But alas it didn't fit the bill.
Humpty Dumpty that proud egg, Reduced to poverty and now must beg, On street corners subjected to hoots From sarcastic cats in swanky boots. One day, he swears, that cat will die.
Happy Monday Opussia I hope it will shine, Full of sunshine and blessings I'm sure you won't mind That despite past experience I hope for the best, For it's No- Sorrow day And along with the rest I...
Today is good. Life is good. I am surrounded by all things wonderful. I have counted my blessings and have found nothing wanting. There is no void. All is light. Then I open my eyes.
Some days are days full of sharp edges and sudden dips, interrupted flow and disjointed thoughts.
Wish I had my children's view of time. I wish their view was mine. No hurry, no scurry, no rushing around. Unless it's for adventure; digging holes in the ground.
The three little pigs in a bit of a jam, Sought some help from the gingerbread man. Their lives were in peril from a wolf so bad, Protection they said, must be had.
When will the rain come. A drop here or there Is not enough to sustain life. And yet there is life, Tenacious, precious Clinging and fighting for the right to be.
I wonder often about this and that. Things most people wonder at.
If I look into your eyes Would I see stars. Sometimes I am sure I see galaxies, Billions of stars upon stars. Shall I talk of limpid pools And hidden depths. Would you laugh. I am sure I would.
My greyhounds see so much better than I. It's dark outside and they do defy My futile efforts to hold them back, It's Rabbit City, time to attack.
An hour to change the unchangeable. That's all it took in my mind. Scenarios run over and over again. None worked. Failure after failure Taunting me, Hurting me, Teasing me.
He runs. Jungles bounded on all sides. Time claiming it's victory. Forests burning. He runs. Listen, quiet, still. She is stardust she is earth. Hidden. A night bird screams in defiance. Safe up high.
Passing by a small patch of grass, I noticed someone had scattered carrots.