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Sad Love Poem about Raining The Cloud Falling through the Blackest Oceans

The Cloud . Falling through the blackest oceans , Can’t see or hear a sound, Only of my heart thumping slower , Sinking to no where but down, Eyes stitched with agony, My mind pulling me deeper into the ground, Replaying the untold story of tragedy, Burying me where I was once found. In a world where fire gave darkness, And darkness brought pain , The torture of dwelling, Driving a once sane memory, insane, Driven into deep thought of lone, Where it rained till it snowed, Each flake turning sharp, Splinters stabbing from within, Being smothered by the dark. Awaiting for the day the shadows fall far, To give but little of light, To one hidden star , To save me from this door that has been left so carelessly ...!!!

Best Nature Poems a Large Poetry Collection About Nature

Stray Birds I  Stray birds of summer come to my  window to sing and fly away.  And yellow leaves of autumn, which  have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.  II O Troupe of little vagrants of the  world, leave your footprints in  my words ...!!! Uprooted . It took all our weight to drag the chain over the stump, my brother  and I heaving links heavy enough to strangle hope. Our hands lost  in grandfather’s big work gloves, slick grass betrayed our bare feet.  The tractor vibrated low. Hummed , screeched, and began humming again.  Smoke marbled gray the blue morning. Where we once played king-of-the-hill  on the stump’s weathered face, we now played Judas with an iron-linked kiss.

Best Poems About Nature a Large Poetry Collection of Nature

Morning. As the hum mingbirds were hovering At the awakening of the Morning Glory, Awakening from the bowels of the sunrise  And you were basking and smacking your cherry lips, As you sucked the dewdrops of the morning I kissed you as you were blossoming and blooming...!!! A Village Story. Krishnakali In the village they call her the dark girl / but to me she is the flower Krishnakal SUPPOSING I became a champa flower, just for fun, and grew on a branch high up that tree, and shook in the wind with laughter and danced upon the newly budded leaves, would you know me, mother? You would call, "Baby, where are you?" and I should laugh to myself and keep quite quiet.