A tin rain ticks between
the scrabble of pigeon claws.
Time drips off a shingled edge.
In moments you can land years behind
as just the shrunken rolling head
of a whole decade.
Eyes open, you watch,
a bushel of owls hooting
as aftershocks shake
a crumbling roof -
one you are no longer under.
Listening as if on a phone,
sliding into the woe-be-gone,
you are now,
back in the backyard of nowhere.
Pigeon wings clatter,
a rain softens,
to a slow
measured splattering.
Categories:
roofs, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Look at the peace crazy war tore,
Here, a list of The Dead I saw:
Sitters in fluffy chairs floor,
The narrowest room space for four!
Pity the Peace Painful Plight tore.
Listen to the pains victims bore:
"Also fear the just wars with laws;
Still carnivores with their own claws!"
Bullets rip through firmly closed doors;
The sight of roofs during war bores,
Not much food in the once-filled stores,
Time customers failed to pay whores...
I know not a fight without sores,
Wars more than a fight, sure some sores.
Categories:
roofs, cry, death, fear, violence,
Form: Rhyme
This poem is about people who live high lifestyles but make thing that there's nothing terrible happening in their lives
Categories:
roofs, anger, anxiety, discrimination, environment,
Form: Sonnet
Imagination simply staggers with its grandeur
The beautiful, ever-changing sight on earth
Enveloped the earth in its colourful panorama
Golden glow announces the dawn in the east,
In the west, crimson sky bids the day adieu
Royal canopy of blue,
Royal canopy of gray,
Royal canopy of resplendent white,
A majestic canopy of ruddy hue
All giving a grandeur haven
A red sunrise presages a red sunset
A white billowy, cotton-like cloud says a fine day is here
A Gay featherlike cloud says the rainy season is here
Like children about their parents,
Straggling cloudlets surrounds the white cloud
How magnificent it is at night with the starry design!
Fluffy clouds! billowy clouds! fleecy clouds!
Almost daily across its broad highway
Parade clouds of every size and description.
Each cloud assumes an infinite variety of shapes
All creations of perfect art across its broad highway
Dazzling masterpiece of beauty
Its scopes are worthy of the finest carpenter.
The wonderful work of the one with perfect knowledge
This royal sky
Categories:
roofs, beauty, sky, stars,
Form: Romanticism
My numbers are low
The siding is starting to show
Colors change and names become irrelevant
Not in general, just in the battlefield of it all
We all struggle to believe
We are who we think we are
Yet here we are in this magical reality
Numbers change
People fix roofs
They forgive the forgotten name
And some people are color-blind
The battlefield becomes a garden
Despite all our running amok.
We lose our preconceived notions of ourselves
And live in the amazing that is anything at all.
Categories:
roofs, beauty,
Form: Free verse