It's first week of September
Still the downpour continues
It drenches the small table
The wet bird looking tired
The humid breeze in between
disheveling your hair curls
A leaf through the window ajar
Takes a seat on your neck
Smell of jasmine from outside
In a contest with your soft scent
The room looks fairly excited
Seeks replacement with a tent
Clouds break letting in the sun
A little shine on the hair bun
Foul tempest wind dost beset thy slumber,
its rain doth drain and dampen to stupor.
I rithe at thy great agony's bequest,
haunted by frightening reminiscence.
'Still the torrid pleas of thy soul!', I cry.
Thunder does naught to distill the shrill screams.
Lightning drenches me in thick vulgar sweat;
heart racing, mind pacing, fervent unrest.
'Will I e'er see a brighter morn than this?';
for foul tempest has consumed most my years.
But just then, when all seemed undone, foregone;
rain culls, clouds lift, and a rainbow now dawns.
09.02.2026
('Resist the devil, and he shall flee')
('I have set my rainbow in the clouds...')
Gently rain trickles and drizzles.
It drenches all the whole night through.
Sunrise dazzles in the morning.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
hair sweats
paper fans flail
low-decibel sighs
elude altar boys
inspiration
drenches the pews
Skin slick with sweat,
Firm thighs grind around my hips,
Your nails carve red moons into my back.
You whisper filth like prayer,
Voice breaks on every thrust,
I pin your wrists above your head.
Your body arched, greedy clam clenched,
I can't hold back any longer,
You milk me stroke by stroke.
Your tight wet heat pulses wild,
I feel you shatter first,
Your hot rush of salt and sin drenches me as we collapse.
This year autumn is the bugs busying the undergrowth hiding under sodden leaves. It is children playing with and collecting acorns that have scattered the ground sporadically as squirrel’s nourishment for the day. It is the rain that drenches the plants once dried up and wilting in the summer sun. It is the showers that leave the glimpse of a rainbow as if in a distant land. It is the rotting of apples unchosen for apple-pie that blustery night where the log-fire is once again alive.
I’m reminded that now it is autumn as I step into that muddy woodland. It is though someone has shaken the trees of their leaves, the earth an array of colours, nut brown, oranges and golden yellows. Yet, soon the season will pass just as a storm leaves just a breeze and we are left nostalgic for the time we spent in these nature-nurturing months.
Stark pineapple sap burns the tips of tongues
and tackies the soft pads of curious fingers.
Humidity that moistens the laughing brows
also drenches nervous palms.
Everything is damp and hot and on fire and sweet.
Sticky fingers course my arm, eyes glide over
my body~ half naked, glimmering with summer dew
do-
do you love me?
Say that love conquers all,
and that you won’t clobber my pulsing flesh.
Say you will not love me.
I only want respect.
For I have learned I may only choose
one of the two states.
Keep lying out of your sweet pineapple mouth
saying you do not love me.
and kiss me, trail your syrupy lips down
down my
skin~ lush and liquid
until that very body trickles.
And smile with your treacled mouth once the tap stops dripping sap
and say you do not love me.
And hold me in June-night’s heat.
Bare and sandy feet run wild across the summer beach
and unworthy mouths will dance the citrus dance tonight.
And the pineapple is almost run out.
and I am pulsing faster now
Quickly~
make sure you do not love me.
Beyond the glass, someone walks in the rain,
the umbrella, an awning, in a bleak clime.
His shoulders hunched, he is a man in pain.
I trace my finger down a windowpane
in an attempt to wipe away the grime.
Beyond the glass, someone walks in the rain.
Is he out for a stroll? What does he gain?
His steps are heavy; they pause ev’ry time.
His shoulders hunched, he is a man in pain.
Unbothered by a storm that pours in vain,
that drenches his shoes as the levels climb.
Beyond the glass, someone walks in the rain.
The anguish he carries, no one can feign.
It streams off him with no reason or rhyme.
His shoulders hunched, he is a man in pain.
I can almost feel the weight of his strain.
He is a man lost amid a troubled time.
Beyond the glass, someone walks in the rain.
His shoulders hunched, he is a man in pain.
I see in your glaring eyes wide open,
you’ve an inferno of anger burning within.
The tongue splutters words of the vitriolic mind
like the acid rain showering spite.
Your sane senses scorched by the wild fire
turn into ember ashes of malice.
Even then I don’t abandon you
in the simmering cauldron of hatred,
nor do I try to blaze you in return
with the flame of vengeance,
for I know you can’t spew wrath in my soul,
and fire can’t douse another fire.
I inundate you instead in forgiveness,
flowing as the fountain of benevolence.
The spout of affable elements drenches you,
extinguish the fire of disdain.
As you rise from the ashes of composure,
I see you in the shadow of repentance.
I pray to God to give me the strength of mind
and the wisdom of compassionate senses,
to endure the deliberate wrong doing,
so, the spurt of divine forgiveness,
emanating from the fountain of my benign soul,
I can bestow to those pledging sincere penitence.
My lungs fill as I inhale the smoky haze of the September breeze.
Overcast skies stare down on me until the guilt drenches my bones.
A puppet to the pressures of most I cannot control, gnawing at my ears until the only thing I hear is the deafening sound of my own thoughts.
I no longer wish to be another pawn in this unjust game.
I will grow my wings and wander far beyond.
I shall not be influenced to abide by social acceptance, for I am simply over it.
I am over the influence.
Her hair dances like the cascading stream,
murmuring in the silence of dormant dreams.
It’s more than an element of graceful façade,
the curls carry a crown of style adornment.
The onyx hair cataracts elegance untamed,
swirls in the stream of longing squall
on the ivory template of her forehead,
engraves the contours of her charisma.
As the melting clouds drizzle on her,
luster flows on the shining strands of ebony,
rave rapture drenches her with surreal hue,
pristine pearls glide with the rhythm of symphony.
A bun flows with fluid finesse and engrossing charm,
a bob helps handle the workplace hassles with ease,
a pixie cut boldly highlights the facial features,
a braded motif plaits the strands of beauty secrets.
Whether worn long or short, curled or colored,
the hair composition isn’t just a fashion narrative.
It’s a powerful symbol of identity and self-expression,
a reflection of the persona statement of who she is.
A mutation of broken parts from unspoken monsters,
unsettling by heart yet comforting in touch.
Move no mountains for this unfortunate miscreation;
endless waves have made monsoons weep.
Timeless tales have woven a quilt of myths—
how the echo filters reality from the light.
Why must thorns pierce through the field of forgiveness?
Silent spheres meant for homing—
might it be the sharpness that drenches itself in gold,
swallowing the secrets of bleeding stars,
while purging threats of thunder in fragile jars?
Leave no bones to bind,
no barks from heinous hounds.
I am the silver lining between love and longing,
the grizzly gates built by broken men.
What is left of this fragrant fruit that holds no seeds?
Take no pain from the soils that give empty needs.
Save those songs for better days,
for a harp from heaven will have softer things to say.
When Mr negativity comes and you open the door,
you find his friends along with him occupying your mind.
Mr. Negative, Mr.Despair, Mr Despondency all are thieves
They steal happiness and peace and make you a pauper,
You feel like dying
Always make lady Hope your best friend
she will bring her friends Positivity and Peace along with her
Create an armour in your mind which Mr negative cannot penetrate
You will lead a blissful life.
Lady hope is around us always, easy to spot
Morning Sun brings rays of hope throughout the day
Moon and stars scatters silver streams of hope at night
Ever flowing breeze conveys God's presence and love, caressess us with hope
Rains pour clean water, drenches earth with hope
Ever flowing rivers of hope nourish surrounds
Umpteen seeds within each fruits, pollens in each flower scatter hope everywhere
Forest flourish on their own, breathing out hope every second
Plants emerge from tiled, concrete grounds, their smile says be hopeful
When you look around and you will spot lady Hope everywhere
She conveys the message - Be hopeful! God is there and takes cares.
A picturesque scene from my window this afternoon.
Banishing all greying clouds, the sky is pastel blue.
Radiating the sun's rays, rain was not seen for days.
Astonishing vibrant rainbow of flowers are strewn.
Clusters of marigolds, daffodils and lilies grow.
A glorious image appears in the far lagoon.
Delicate swans are gliding in the sparkling waters.
Adorable signets will be completely grown soon.
Bewitching aromas from where the white jasmine grew.
Rain was not seen for days, radiating the sun's rays.
Alluring sunset drenches all crimson, by the moon.
The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain. - Dolly Parton
Weeping, like a willows graceful waft, pleasing
Even the heart will melt in the doubtful breeze,
Moving calmly through the night, gently teasing
Weeping, like the leaves who fall upon their knees,
Echoed by souls poised in resilient prayers,
Even the heart will melt in the doubtful breeze,
Weeping, with tears who tempting nature compares,
Silent, each raindrop aspires to remember
Echoed by souls poised in resilient prayers,
Weeping, steady hearts are blessed by November,
Lightest drizzle reveals what psalms are singing,
Silent, each raindrop aspires to remember
Weeping, famous hush rainfall shall be bringing
Past the sprinkle of wisdom thru the ages
Lightest drizzle reveals what psalms are singing
Rainfall grieves as it drenches our heart’s pages
Weeping, like a willows graceful waft, pleasing
Past the sprinkle of wisdom thru the ages
Moving calmly through the night, gently teasing
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