my thought for you is
Like water drops filling a lake after
A storm in high lands
Tag: rain
poetry #68
how does it make you feel
To see a thunderstorm
By your window at night
Where all other beings
Are asleep somewhere far
From this place of delusions
And fear of a lightning strike
An empty space at the horizon
Brigs hope and yearning
For a better day
Inspiring #46
A sunny day is not always more sunny than a rainy day
Poetry #37
Hey clouds! why don’t you let the sun shine
Hey clouds! you’re hiding our only source of heat
Hey clouds! why are you pouring your water on us
Hey clouds! get yourself useful elsewhere
Hey clouds! go away toward a dryer land
Hey clouds! we have enough of your shadow
Hey clouds! you’re an annoying entity
Poem #17
Pouring rain
wash down my sorrows
falling deep into the shadows
drops of water
calm my sadness
and melt my weariness
lost between sky and earth
where my mind tears apart
taking all the mirth
dark clouds of dust
violently pull memories
which should be forgotten
leaving no glories
to dwell alone rotten
without will
without hope
take my wish
away from this torment
so that you may restore
those cheerful moments
to their original dwelling
as they were before
everlasting
Poetry #8
clouds of rain
hide a heart in pain
taking a path into the fog
like a shadow in a hood
sweeping over you like a drug
changing your mood
snatching your happiness
leaving you in weariness
a winter of darkness
burning the flame of despair
gather your thoughts
throw them in the air
the wind will scatter by lots
Poetry #6
Stars running in the void
unleash a tremendous feeling
that we cannot avoid,
clouds of gas and dust melting
into the black of darkness.
By diverse temperature they leave their mark
where they once lived is now emptiness
just their memories remain to spark.
Fine measurements are required
for life to exist and be admired,
while other planets are dead as stones
this one is filled with water and air,
with which tiny drops are the keystones
creating living plants per pair.
While greedy predators enjoy all the work for free,
life is sustained by a power capable to see
which pitiful being believes that everything comes out of the blue
without law nor order, which is not true.
