Clouds

Clouds

Puffy, white

floating around calmly

softly rounded and fluffy

cotton

Rain Warning

I look outside, it's wet
the rain pours down my window.

I close the blinds by pulling the line

and i see the time has come to plea to my mom.

she denies my pleas and I am off

to school

even though its optional.

It's so unfair, I want to cry

but I care to remind myself

that it's fine because

otherwise i'd get an absent time

on my school record.

I also add that i'd have to do work anyway

and even if this hadn't changed

I am fine because we played game today.

Rain falls(concrete poem)

Dropping

Diving

Dipping

Falling

Plummeting

Splashing

RAIN

Rolling storms

And lightning flashes

In cold drops it falls

No souls around

Sky and Water battle

Towering, falling, crashing,

thundering up the beach.

Galloping, roaring, thrashing,

raving in unknown speech.

Tossing, churning, charging,

creeping up the shore.

Powerful grabbing and barging,

crying with wanting for more.

Rising, rolling, cresting,

storms rage and the wind cries with force.

Always taunting and testing,

the power of the foaming white horse.

Snow

Snow is falling,

Softly to the ground.

Cold and Enchanting,

Peace can be found.

Snowflakes

Snowflakes

Cold, intricate

Falling softly down

peace, love and joy

Crystals

Angry Sea

The waves are crashing,
grabbing at the shore

the sea is charging

galloping into the door

of the old beach house

where all is dark

and with a shuddering creak

the beach house is gone.

The waves are thundering

with cruel laughter

as they join in with the roaring tide
and watch the beach house drift away.

The next day in the dawning

the waves are calm,

the sprinkling spray shows no trace

of the excitement of the day before.

Cold Rain

rain pours

falling slowly and consuming the warmth

hitting the ground, everything will soon be

soaking and wet

Rainy Day

Warm home, I think as I make a dash,

the rain's falling hard now, splash, splash, splash.

I open the door and go inside,

the thunder starts so I go and hide

The Sea

The sea is sleepy today,

caressing me with its gentle breath,

as it rises and falls, silent as death.

It tosses and turns with hardly a sound,

its smooth touch reaching for ground.

It lures and entrances,

It calls and begs,

for the helpless and weak,

to strengthen her bed.

With dark blue sheets,

that sparkle and roll,

And by seeing the sea it gives me hope,

that dark can be light

and light can be dark

and to live each day strongly

for it might be your last.