Oh to the rain that sits up in the clouds
Mocking me for standing on the dry ground:
Why do you not come at my beck and call?
Why do you briefly visit, if at all?
Why do you loom o’erhead but fail to fall?
The sun l scorches us, humid is the air
And sure, there is a patter, here and there
And yet you refuse to rain in full.
I can see your darkness swirling about
The torment of torrents wanting an out
Oh to the rain that sits up in the clouds
Mocking me for begging upon dry ground:
Until you begin I will simply sit.
Get on with it.
Unicorns and fairies and sprites galore, umbrage unto the night scorches again, they tirelessly whisper the haunted hospital marble is free of thistle! It is there to wait beside near and dear the princess couplet the princess cut stone fears, and turned down that measly jester the halls of the shamed are not this marbled vesper.
Thoughts flickering,
False hope surrounding,
Self destruction,
Moments like this,
The end of everything.
Thoughts flickering,
Pulling me into the darkness,
Waving the light ,
Playing games,
Never knowing what’s next,
The intensity changes,
Thoughts flicker on and off.
False hope surrounding,
Sheets of silver lining,
Tracing your words,
Pulling you in ,
To push you in the fire,
Until the hope scorches you.
Self destruction,
Darken your surroundings,
Destroying everything that brings joy,
Looking for the light through the dirt,
Destroying oneself through others.
Moments like this,
Ambient Noise flooding ,
Louder and louder ,
No escape ,
Never ending,
The noise fades,
The moment doesn’t last.
The end of everything,
The thought that returns ,
a addiction you can’t rid of,
You ignore,
The light is feeling brighter,
Ending the dark doesn’t mean having to end everything .
Luke’s Take: Couplets
Amidst the gathered throng all who contemplate
A farmer wandered forth to sow with agrarian gait
Some seeds were trampled, snatched by birds in flight
Others met the rocky ground and withered from the light
Among the thorns, hope struggled, choked by worldly care
While on good soil, faith blossomed, life fertile and rare
Each heart receives The Word, its journey has begun
By holding fast and persevering it, a harvest is won
Mark’s Take: A Limerick
A man scattered seed as He fanned’em
Always knowing whose growth’s in tandem
The stalk, then the head
And the grain is ripe and spread
The harvests appear just as He’s planned’em
Matthew’s Take: Haikus
Seeds fall on the path
Birds swoop down without a root
Message snatched away
Rocky ground, quick joy
Sun scorches shallow roots fast
Withers in trouble
Among the sharp thorns
Worries choke the growing Word
Fruitless riches fade
Good soil receives seed
Understanding yields a crop
Abundance in heart
Wheat and weeds both grow
Harvest sorts what is sown here
Truth’s spread by our God
Epilogue:
A Tender Shoot springs
Wonderful Counselor He
Succors to His kin
Spring waltzes in with rosebud cheeks and swaying with a breeze.
She summons Sun and Rain to do her bidding; grace blossoms,
but she can’t compete with Summer’s sultriness; thus she takes her leave.
Summer spiritedly takes the stage as she tangos in with Sun.
As their passion scorches the ground on which they dance, storms may come,
cooling Summer off, but she leaves once Autumn sashays in.
Autumn is a playful sprite, brightening leaves for a while
and twirl-flirting with Wind as the days grow ever cooler.
Romantic at sundown, she slow-dances with shadows that lengthen.
Fall's sister, not as romantic, moves in a courtly way.
Winter enters Earth’s ballroom sometimes frigidly, yet can show grace
when she lets loose a white gown that glistens beneath Moon’s glow.
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"Flowers fade and decay through wintry hours- waiting for rebirth."
Quote by - Constance La France
Does mute meditation mean death?
Doesn't calmness flow in each breath?
Though seeds in the womb of the earth seem dead
Life-roots around them spread.
Hearing the Time's clarion call
Leaves in autumn wither and fall.
New leaves, as though new generations, sprout.
Amidst an inner drought
The summer sun scorches the blooms.
He doesn't spare the little plumes.
Doesn't the monsoon in his poise arrive?
Don't that seem dead revive?
Winter makes the flora dormant.
Nature puts on a warm garment.
Doesn't the spring wake creatures from their sleep?
Don't the beasts gladly leap?
Birth and death are a course, we know.
It's in a flux. In it we flow.
Till we reach the zenith of existence
With earnest persistence
Your heat scorches my heart
Your eyes singe my soul
I'm a willing, wanton, slave,
Free me now, or make me whole.
Bound in blessed bondage,
Brand me with brands of fire.
Dancing flames of passion,
Fans my tepid heart's desire
FIREDRAKE
A dragon I have slain in the past has
Come back to find me as I sleep in the
Arms of a pale white dream
He hides within the catacombs of my soul
Seeking to devour the very essence of
My being
His fiery breath scorches the foundations
Of my emotions melting away my sanity
His talons rip at my conscience stripping
Me of life’s reality
This horrid serpent I know so well
lurks in the shadows of my dark world
Never seen never heard but I know he’s there
Oh yes I know he’s there
Sunrise or Sunset Haiku with a Color Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin
smoke scorches her skies
flames engulfed her soul and life
the maui wildfire
Softly I'll come to you with poems I'll write
And wondrous dreams to fill the night
To release my heart from its rusty chain
To give breath to love unrestrained
Softly I'll come to you with a lover's bliss
To quench love's thirst with every kiss
Beneath the glimmer of starry skies
That brings a shimmer we can't disguise
Softly I'll come to you with love that yearns
Your long brown hair that scorches and burns
Under Ivory glows that enhance the night
Our silhouettes will dance in the jeweled light
Softly I'll come to you with eyes that confess
And lasting dreams that our hearts possess
Where whispers are heard from softer sighs
That lies within these words we'll comply
Softly I'll come to you before the sun accends
To glean the night for time without end
We'll share our hearts through an endless night
Where your beauty will lie till the morning light
Softly I'll come to you Softly I will
There is a silent visitor inside you now —
softer than fresh-baked bread,
more precious than gifts from wise men of the East.
A second heartbeat,
gently echoing beneath your own.
You carry more than a name.
You carry memories yet to be made,
a mirror of past souls,
a vessel for tomorrow’s joy.
So walk gently,
eat wisely,
rest fully.
That bottle of cider —
it whispers lies.
That puff of smoke —
it scorches what is still becoming.
Feed this life with love,
with hope,
not with chemicals that dilute beautiful expectations.
Go.
Sit with those women in white —
the ones who read charts like oracles,
plotting the rise of a king or queen within your womb.
Let them weigh the weeks,
count your months like blessings.
Endure the prick of needles —
not just for you,
but for the strength of the life to come.
And when the countdown draws near,
remember:
Swollen feet will give way
to first smiles.
Too much sleep
will surrender to sleepless nights.
And sleepless nights
will bloom into stories —
told by the very angel
you now carry.
by Davie Kaliu
The simmer of a summer sky
by favor of the golden sun
Invites my mind to seek and play
such memories of summer fun
Recalling lust of days gone by
for sands of youth on beaches fair
Still tickles toes as oceans spray
and salted breezes dance on air
For tantalizing tan-lined skin
all copper toned in glistened glow
I further reach inside my thought
remembering, my senses flow
The simmer of such sanguine spin
on summer reverie in heat
Still scorches as my brain is caught
and summer’s sandals burn my feet
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Flames that ignites
bright red at its core,
ravenous hunger linger
overwhelmed by its
hot desire and through
the night it burns,
its visible heat scorches
the skin of its next victim,
leaving a mark of sole
ownership, it kisses
endearingly seducing
in enchantment,
torturous feeling reigns
in a field of thrones caused
by a leakage of subtle
attraction,
a rose in its prime curves
and twists along these
spikes being
tormented,
suffocated,
coddled violently,
but its beautiful sight continues
to call the
Master of Silver Tongue,
Eyes of Lust and Passion
sways its prey shackling
its heart for a moment
of pleasure.
Celebrating Pherzawl's Serenity
I’ve fallen in love with Pherzawl’s gentle air,
I’ve fallen in love where cool whispers dare.
Though summer scorches lands both far and near,
Though summer scorches, here the sky is clear.
I’m dreaming of Delhi’s relentless blaze,
I’m dreaming of Guwahati’s fiery haze.
Hmarkhawlien and Silchar’s blazing heat,
Hmarkhawlien and Silchar, I’m not missing that beat.
But here, soft mist cloaks all in silver shrouds,
But here, the clouds drift low like quiet crowds.
Life blooms beneath Pherzawl’s serene sky,
Life blooms beneath where cool soft breezes sigh.
© 2025 Pastor Emmanuel Serto
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