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Even a tree
must struggle to survive,
tossed and torn
in the wind and rain,
yet it grows stronger
and begins to thrive,
becoming greener
for all its pain.
Susan J.
Dead People In The Bathroom
Mama’s in prison,
why ain’t she here?
There’s dead people
in the bathroom
and a rat over there.
The water kept rising,
In the quiet of winter's end,Where frost once claimed its reign,Emerges a tender, gentle trend—The beginning of spring's sweet refrain. Buds dare to push through the cold,A dance of life unfolds anew,Soft hues of green and gold,Paint the world in
Lover, you were a hurricane
A tornado
The typhoon to explain why some sailors never made it home
And I used to call you mine
And I used to call you after work
And I used to hold your hand
A dismal shroud slunk
From slackened hands,
Dense rain draped the valley
In its musty, velvet folds,
Dogfighting flurries of
Paper airplanes wavered,
Plummeted under those whistling bombs,
Reaching down from grey forming cloudsa rumbling locomotive’s charging soundthe vortex spins its mighty handsas it bounces and vacuums across living landdestroying every time it touches down
Elementals of the worldwe all need to survivenot only to withstand their damagebut needing them to sustain our lives.
God who created the earth and skythe deepest seas and the highest peaksturned over the reins to Mother Natureto keep earth healthy and not let it die.
i know it’s coming with a sniff of my nosethe scent in the air lets me know it’s close.
the impending storm coming around the bendflowers will drink from what nature sends.
its a rainy day vibe as i look up at the sky i see the big gray clouds coming down. wow.
they roar and they cry i cant help but realize that the big bad guys arent around. now
The golden sun raysstreaming through the curtains.Scorching heat,forty degrees at nine in the morning,water in the taps piping hot,vapor from the garden grassas the gardener waters garden,dried burned leaves,and twigs upon the branches,not a bird
you are blue in its dullest and brightest forms.
you are the sky, throwing your arms open above me with no clear idea of what you're trying to reach.
no matter where i'm looking, i always see you.
On a spring day the birds were chirping.
The sun was out shinning.
You can see the rainbow fading out little by little.
Then the weather changes, there's clouds on the horizon.
Fog appears out of nowhere.
From the distance,
When the trees that obstruct,
Are deconstructed,
And the towers of steel,
Are forced to kneel,
days like this
with crying gray skies
make me wish i was an artist
because then i could show you
how beautiful this day is
how bright people are shining
like paint pallete beacons
Stormy weather comes with the lighting that flashes, but never strikes
The thunder that cracks, but inevitably fades
The wind that pushes, and almost wins
The rain that drenches, and weighs her down slightly
Hello, rainforest
In wet season I write you
While the clouds pour rain
And by the terrain, I sit
I am glad it's very warm
I was up early this morning, and saw a sunrise.
The whole sky was the purple-grey,
and it scared me.
Last night, when I was still up,
I looked outside and the whole sky was purple-black
water drips from the sky like blood
staining all the land
it hits the ground
without a sound
there is nowhere safe to stand
… september
breath of lazy in the breeze
nuts
and berries dripping juice
dappled sunlight, ancient trees remembering -
old summer
memories of hazy dusks and blue twilights
Being small was never a problem.
It meant Max could crawl into small spaces,.
And being last in class to lose his first baby tooth,
Was also never a problem--
a southern wind blows across the sky
clouds once a frightening white submerged into a powerful black
the sky roars / the wind howls
i feel it in my bones
a strength from within / older than history
It smells like rain
Like screen porches and grass
Earlier the sky turned gray
Almost green
And the rain sounded like hail
The sky was blue, the plants covered in dew,
and the spring made it all feel so new.
Everything in your head could melt away
with a morning in the mountains
surrounded by a foggy grey.
Rain, Rain don’t go away,
Please stay for another day.
Your voice is calming,
Your air is taunting.
The sleep you bring is blissful,
I wonder as I wander, what will become of me?
Will my mouth be frozen shut like the mailbox on the corner?
Can I keep my balance, standing on my own,
Or will I topple over?
I stand on patches of ice and death.
Dear Dreams,
The alarm buzzes, blares.
Water patters on pavement,
Streams slide urgently down paned glass,
An early fog shrouds the evergreens and the mottled brown, white neighborhood.
Strong as an Oak,
Tall as a Pine,
As beautiful as the Willow,
But single spark,
Or lightning's arc,
Can burn up all the Meadow.
I look to the sky, there’s not a cloud in sight.
Our food,
That was so lovingly prepared by you,
Is taken from the basket and placed on the quilt.
I was the lightning
As fierce as a bullet
My anger ran ravishingly
Across a span of millions
You were the cloud
Protector of my soul
The Calm of my anger
It is 32 Degrees
But I don't feel the frigid air attempting to consume me
In fact I don't feel anything at all externally
I know that my fingers are turning blue
Kids come in like snow on a winter’s day
All their smiles just light up my day
They come inside to run and play
Where I'm From by Ryan G.
The ground is where I'm from, born out if the dust and dirt.
I am from my family, and their laughter and love.
the weatherman always lies.
Friends were supposed to bring the sun
but took it to another part of town
Seldom do I hear the rushing rain in December.Yet here it is, pouring down the metal and siding, making a waterfall-like audible sensation.Thunder crackles in the distance and the
This spring is dry
It’s cold on a summers day
The leaves are still
Although they are not here to stay,
Humanity dipped in grey dye
Face toward the bright sun,
Breathe; the cool capricious breeze.
know...life's amazing.
When I was little I liked to dance in the rain
I didn't care about the mud
clinging to my bleach blonde hair
and ruining my shorts
I smiled wide, not caring
but when I came in late home from school
There is nothing better than a sky filled with
clouds that are ready to pour down rain. And
the only thing that rivals that is when the heavens
open up to bless the Earth with cool and gracious water.
Blank, white, still Earth
The silence is deafening.
Smell of happiness in bloom
Songs of the beginning of warmth.
Children playing, water splashing, freedom in the air
Stress is gone, school is out.
Who knows me better than the Earth?
The rain pours down to where I perch
This feeling, being all alone
Think to myself, "What am I worth?"
a mind dull of storms can become invisible
and a smile filled with sunshine can be hidden amongst
the clouds if we don't look at them.
just like the weather changes so does my mood.
Does time heal everything?
Because I, still feel the same.
Will you please take me away?
Oh please just take me away.
I used to be so strong, well not really just was numb to it all.
Up on the hill by the mansion
Beneath a loud luminous sky
Clouds race in from the North-
A rogue storm nears.
Gusts of wind demolish fields and trees
A blur of brown, orange, and green fly by.
The breeze is a seasonal fling,
A swagger that comes by surprise,
Swooning my entire existence
An invisible veil inviting me to come unto it
To embrace what it has embraced on many
My mindset is a thunderstorm. In the darkness I am lost and blinded by a storm cloud. There is, however, some hope for this natural disaster.
Green grass implies Spring, here in this statuesque creation,
With flowers escalating from the earth, softening its foundation.
In spring you said you loved me
Summer we promised forever
We fell apart in autumn
You were gone before winter started
Everybody has a strength and a weakness in their life that they have to deal with as a blessing or a challenge. But the one thing that I think is important and absolutely need is shelter.
Red, blue, and yellow,
Colors of beach umbrellas
Cooling off surfers
From the summer heat to the
Relaxation of the waves
Hot sand and cool wavesExperience of beaches
Memories are made
The thunder rumbles,
The rain pours,
The snow covers the ground,
As I predict what is to happen next.
I watch the radar maps,
Pixelated colors on a screen,
Where is the storm headed next,
As I look out my glass window pane
All I see is pouring rain
It's hard to refrain
When you have knee pain
from the pouring rain!
Sunny day
With a light rain
Calm, peaceful, beautiful
Suddenly, a strong wind rises
It gets stormy; wild
Violent weather, and the rain intensifies
The sky is dark
Drip, Drop, Drip... The rain hits the window
Drip, Drop, Drip... The facet leaks agaisnt the cold basin
Drip, Drop, Drip... Her blood in her head pounds
Drip,Drop,Drip... She falls to the floor
The sun is hot, the wind is low
and soft against your face.
The trees are green, their shadows
tall and cool in their embrace.
The grass is bright, the flowers vivid,
and swaying in the breeze.
An assortment of leaves tumble from the trees like raindrops as_
Crisp air flows thrugh the earth as fast as sunshine.
Autumn.
Warm sweaters, campires, hot chocolate, and books all bring cheer to the season,
It's December, and snow's falling.
Now it's February and it's still falling.
Guess what? April's got snow!
Weather
Why the cold
End the winter and begin the summer
All the chill is a bummer
The humidity and warmth is what everyone wants
Heat up the snow and let it rain
"No more snow," they say.
'We are finished with that part of day.
We are past that portion of year.
We are done with that hour of drear!"
"No more snow?" I say.
"We have past all pf the array
Snow world.
Taking Over.
Covering all that that is known.
Land being ever so still, quiet,
And chill.
Everything is frozen this morning, but the sky is clear
An orange creamsicle sunrise through the mist
Ice cream colors reminding me of the popsicles our fruits have become
The weather is gloomy.
It hangs in the air,
Its unpredictable patterns,
Remind me of someone that I hold dear,
My best friend is this way,
It’s sad to think that she is hurt and unhappy,
Are you frightened by the storm?
Come with me where you’ll be warm,
The moon tried to reach the earth,
Casting midnight’s afterbirth.
Lightning scars the blackened skies,
Come with me, we’ll run and hide,
Tumble leaves fall,
Grumbles power wind
Change seasons all,
Climates new begin.
Clashing thunderstorms,
Flashing lightning bolts,
The rush of rain crashes down,
And darkened skies cloud the town.
Gloomy feelings shift through the air,
As the weather changes,so do we
Our mood suddenly changes when the clouds appear and disappear
One moment we are blanket free and the next tired and lazy
We like to stay home snuggled in a blanket
The seasons keep changing and I only grow older
In the summer i am wild and free like the bonfires on the beach
I am not searching for anything but simply enjoying life as it is
Life is simple
Then comes fall
Love is like a wild stormWith a shower of broken hearted rainIt will swing you like a tornadoFlood your heart like a hurricaneIts hard to love someoneThat doesn’t love you
This sweater of mine is ready for the breezing weather
Wraps around me, not light like a feather
Golden ball of fire hides behind the fluff
Oh, what a wonderful season full of stuff
apples, leaves, candy
When days transfigure themselves from orange to gray
I remember what there is to be so sad about
the way so many things can change in the matter of minutes
from orange to gray
Then next is a dark blue
Gray, I see you.
So obviously blatant-
glaring at me uncomfortably.
Where is the color I ask.
The skies bleed your lifelessness,
and my soul fills in the gap,
gushing out its inner color.
Crystals fall on an ocean of flakesLayer upon layer of snowy banks it makesBeautiful white flakes shower from aboveFilling every heart with joy and loveIt's winter snow coming out of hibernation
More sun, less sun, most sun, no sun. Who cares how much sun shines BEHIND the clouds? Everything's still grey!
Pitter-patter on the roof
The wet grass is your proof
Just singing in the rain
You lose all sorts of pain
I love dancing all around
I'm sitting here in this empty houseListening to the hard rain pound on the roofWondering why you're not here.It's going to be way worse without you,I want this to change,
Before you were gone I imagined the way it'd feel,But it's all so different when I know it's real.You feel so close, yet you've gone so far.I remember your blue eyes twinkling like a shining star.
The roaring of the seas,
Clogs my ears for me.
Fears pound around my head,
Hidden now and then,
By rising droplet armies,
It will rain today.
The pressure will rise, and the sun will be masked by the white & blue colors it creates when the cold & wet appear.
And all the girls in short and shirts that get cold will get cold
As seasons change your heart grows fonder
While the distance between you grows numbingly longer
Behind tear stained eyes
You hide what's inside
And the love you feel for him only gets stronger
-----------------------------------------
Like a storm baby
Let's make way
Lightening.
Thunder.
No sight of day.
Dark
Cold and damp.
Your love is the weather.
Sometimes cold and bitter like the madness between us.
Your love comes and goes like the rain in the summer.
Crickets chirp sweetly
The wind brushes through the trees
The summer storm builds
Raindrops hit the tin
Puddles begin to appear
Birds still sing their songs
The colors of the sky
Matches to the shadows of the eye
When one is blue
The other one is too
But as the lives go by
With nothing more than a sigh
One looks up high to see
What color the sky would be
I sigh in wet clouds stumbling,
shedding rain from my tongue
and snowflakes from my teeth.
Storms slip, rings from my lips:
my churning kisses to the earth.
Summer is here,
the storms are near,
the clouds are rolling in,
I can hear the thunder in the distance,
the cold air brush against my face,
water droplets that seem to fall from space,
summer is here,
White flakes dancing in the air
Falling gracefully in my hair
Melting on the ground
Not making a sound
The Sun's face is despair.
The frozen rains covers the lands
As it grips the trees with its hands
The sky is dark and moody, storming as it goes
Screaching against my weary window
Let all the dry leaves float
My day continues, starting dim
Now brightening as my sun arrives
My happiness now arise.
First, bring up the sun. Let it stand for two to three hours before moving on. Once your earth is thoroughly warmed, Go ahead and grow some grass, paying extra attention to its' color and softness.
The snowflakes dance their joyous dance
moving in circular motions here and there
the beauty of it puts even the great muses,
and laurel trees to shame
rushing towards me like little children,
The drone of fans awakes you from your sleep
And light sneaks in around your windowsill.
The chill of night the new day will not keep,
Yet work must start where all the blades are still.
Warm scents fill the air
Fall is here, thanksgiving is near
But first kids dress up and play
And in search of candy, hunt the night away
The leaves are falling and the air is sweet
A green meadow sprawls out before you,
a crystal blue stream slicing it perfectly like a knife through butter,
dots of yellow alight themselves on the tops of the grass,
winking at you in the wind,
