Clouds

Clouds

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Alone, they are a beauty;
Together-
An overwhelming force.
In patches, barely floating;
Combined-
A covalent bond.

The clouds, hover a reminder,
Of the beauty-
When two become one.
She gazes at them and wonders-
Can two hearts,
Produce an equal force.

The clouds together, ecstatic;
Two hearts- she knew not.

Day 1 of October Poetry writing month. Today’s prompt is Cloud. IMAGE CREDIT:  Morgan Dragonwillow

The universe raged-

The universe raged-

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The waves raged,
Against the shore;
The earth crackled,
To exult it’s force;
Thunder roaring,
At crack of light;
The universe in uproar,
At your demise.

They raged for you-
Your light, dimmed;
Growling fiercely,
In different manners;
I pled to you,
rage against death;
The universe answered,
And raged instead.

The wind howled,
Tree leaves shuddered;
Rain fall splattered,
In angry retort;
The universe begged
For you to fight;
A final glance,
I knew you were gone.
The universe roared…

IMAGE CREDIT: the beautiful image above is courtesy of  Political metaphors.com

Some Nights…

Some Nights…

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Some nights,
It all comes crashing;
The memories,
Like a wild fire,
Blowing on a cold windy night-
Sudden, lasting;
Moving in a storm like fashion-
Roaring, Unceasingly
And that,
Is the way it is-
Some nights.

And some nights-
The stars form gems in the sky,
And inside,
I swell;
A feeling-
Of Joy, words can’t describe
The effect, the memories-
Like a glowing candle
in a blackout-
Filling the crevices;
A gratitude, evolving
For the infinity
I got to know you;
And that,
Is the way it is without you-
Some nights.

And some nights,
Fire and rain collide;
Water glistening,
Under the dim light;
A fire, erupting-
On the inside,
The memories-
A battle,
Reminiscing the old times;
But the water,
Finds a way
Of dousing the flames;
In the end,
The storm’s gone-
Only calming memories,
Leading me on-
To a land of dreams.
And that-
Is really how it is,
Some nights.

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In Metaphors-

In Metaphors-

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She didn’t need to rhyme,
To speak out her mind;
Oh what a relief!
To find she could write-
About all the heartaches,
That keep her at night;
Without sounding cheesy,
When pouring her heart;
And so down she wrote,
In phrases, far apart;
Of a rose petal smashed,
On the concrete pillar;
Of a flower abused,
‘Stead of loved and adored.
In metaphors she wrote-
Of the holes in her world.

It didn’t clean the darkness,
It didn’t fill the holes;
Didn’t burn back the cracks,
It didn’t make her whole.
But it did make it better,
One metaphor at a time;
With the sun down, she wrote words
Which in turn, lit her heart.
In the story of a petal-
Was the hidden, tale of her life.

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E- Enough

E- Enough

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The soul- it craves,
Always wanting more;
It’s needs, satiated-
It knows not enough.

This greed, grows bigger,
Watered by money lust;
It sprouts a garden,
Taking over decisions.

Money knows no boundaries,
It is up to us-
Direct the soul towards,
Learning enough.

Enough! enough!
plants of love erupt;
The weeds of greed-
Diminish the voice.

Once beautiful garden,
Is now filled with thorns;
A sad fate awaits one-
Who knows not enough.