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one of my 10minute poems = probably lots of things to improve on

Shadows and shapes
Magnified sounds
Stumbling through the dark
Sitting, resting with a friend
Silence is comfortable
Love and happiness radiate
Fingers intertwined
Whispering thoughts
Faces close
Bodies closer
Wishing this moment to last
Too quickly it is gone
A single beam of light
Disrupts our special time
Darting back
Into the darkness
I hope we find it again

this is just something i thought of while walking last week.

Remember the Past.
Thats what its there for,
to learn from,
to improve on.

Accept the Present.
Take each day as it comes,
a gift,
a blessing.

Look forward,
To the Future.
Dreams may come true,
Wishes can be realised,

But don’t forget -
To live each day,
To live today.

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I’ve always liked walking in the rain,
and now Wisdom has revealed why.
Raindrops falling through the sky,
Falling on my hair,
Forever falling.
Clean renewal in the air,
It’s love trickling down my face,
It’s love flowing through my veins,
Capturing me in its power.
Love falls like raindrops upon the World,
And I’ve been waiting to find it.
Taking new paths,
Splashing in puddles,
Now I begin dipping into love’s reserviors
It has followed me thus far,
And still showers me with its gift.
Yes, Wisdom has revealed how love pours down.
And I finally understand,
Why I like walking in the rain.

mehhh it still doesnt sound quite right. the tie-up is unsatisfactory.
oh well >,< haha

Blending in
An art form
Indeed.
Expectations lay heavily
Masks, Characters
Attention diverted.
A blank face in the crowd
Forgettable,
Indistinct.
That is required
To survive.

chirping, whistling,

children shouting,

joyfully playing,

shining sun,

green grass, blue sky,

 

Taunting.

Confined In A Room.

Artificial Light.

Silent Interrogation.

 

hot harsh sun cools,

short shadows lengthen,

butterflies roam the skys,

some birds tweet,

native birds sing,

 

Trapped.

In A Box.

Inside.

A Separate World.

 

finally finished,

relief from all,

outside we rush,

too late,

night has fallen.

Bells signal the Beginning.

Torture.

The weather understands-

Gloomy clouds

A dark and grey world.

Rain drips off the bars

that fence us in.

One hour,

Two,

Wrists in agony,

Being shaken out,

Trying to buy relief.

Pens and pencils scratch the paper,

Furiously its crossed out again,

Frantically trying to finish.

Schools out for most,

Playground deserted.

Cleaner’s keys jangle,

“Pen’s Down”
Bells signal the End.

Tick

            hurriedly claim our lots

            prime real estate gone quickly

Tock

            gazing out the window

            teachers scurry to class

Tick

            focus on the paper

            sun warming my face

Tock

            attention diverted outside

            children playing games on the field

Tick

            looking around the room

            pens write furiously

Tock

            leaning back to stretch

            finished in good time

Brrrrrrrring!

            freedom at last

            another four to go

so obviously an exam setting.. but thats all i could think about xD

Yesterday is no more
Look forward
The future is yours