silence synchronising ……
sublime solitude ~
sensing serenity ^
Categories:
synchronising, 2nd grade, appreciation, silence,
Form: Haiku
I can feel it I can hear it
I can dream it I can see it
day and night, week and week
I drown in this bloody sea
I die in this ocean of tears
I swim in the dead of sorrow
the synchronising melody of death
is like an anthem to my brain,
the loud shatter of a heart
is as a rhythm to my soul,
the screeching scream
is like to me the gush of the wind.
what monster have I become?
I can feel it I can see it,
even in broad daylight.
I can dream it I can hear it,
even in the dead of night.
racing and chasing,
killing and mutating
the train of thoughts
is that one that created the living monster.
I am as a lost soul, wandering
as a traveller, seeking
as a predator,thirsty
all because of a phenomena...
love.
Categories:
synchronising, 7th grade, beautiful, cute
Form: Free verse
Inner Sanctum.
.
Deep within all us there is a treasured secret place
Where the curse of time can stand still
And the harsh infernal din of life
Haste no home or face
Dissipating the clutter that disturb the burdened mind
Drifting away letting go
Leaving realty far behind
Being at one and at peace with the world
Synchronising the unconscious
Trough nothingness eclipsing heart soul and mind
A liberation of the spirit
Releasing the caged bird to fly
And blindfolding the minds
Attentive eye.
.
Peter DomeC2020.
Categories:
synchronising, peace, silence,
Form: Free verse
Synchronising melodies
are sounds that words could never be
their operatic symphony
is calmer than the bluest sea
Now music in its purest form
flows through me like a waterfall
becoming a vibrant thunderstorm
rearranging my minds thinking wall
Some music sooths my metal strain
while others wake my tired brain
some music touches life's black holes
and brightens up their very souls
What prayer and music give to me
is nothing short of harmony
Like a honeybee, my pen is free
to express what music means to me
Categories:
synchronising, deep, music, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
My passions murmured in her screams
Haunting the oceans of my dreams
Fishing with strawberries and cream
Aquatic fantasies swiftly releasing steam
As she glides netted in my sinews
Lubricated, she flings her exotic, oiled fins
I dive eyes blazing, guiding me to her lips
I hold my breath into the depths of her hips
Synchronising, losing all fear of drowning
Dying abreast, I owe her this yawning
She whispers to resurface and feel the sun
I take a deep gasp, back breaking dawn
Categories:
synchronising, romantic, sexy,
Form: Romanticism
The pen and page of a poet
This is the page that takes the words,
So they are put down in their place;
Where they are seen and tone attached,
That weaves into a story to be told.
And reader will interpret as they will;
To judge the inked impression made,
All neatly ordered for the fetching mind,
Just like a great orchestral charge-
Coming in, sitting, side by side;
Awaiting the conductor of the piece,
Settling down, fine tuning, synchronising-
Palpable excitement and to the play,
Each note a word, that forms the ambiance;
Melodic enchantment, caressing the heart-
Touching, like warm raindrops,
Excitable tingly, gazillion Goosebumps;
A sensational feast of pleasant portion,
Energy to fill the soul and run-
From canter to the gallop of a starlit night,
In the giddy freedom of a childish game,
So much to see and learn and live for-
In the genius that you are
Categories:
synchronising, people
Form: I do not know?
Fashion shoe treads imprinted on the bisque beach
global longtitude/latitude design airborne print in flight
Honeycomb print slowly pacing synchronising footsteps
Concentric wave prints grouping Fine detail pattern soul
beside clearly printed diamond fishbone sports design
Heavily studded trail souls tread along large paw prints
Simply dotted aerobic shoeprint next to little dog paws
A new soft pink fluffy seaweed floats in lacy ocean foam
Large horseshoe prints clomp digging deeply in the sand
Smaller horseshoes gather meeting near a water trough
Fresh green seagrass clumped like freshly cut long lawn
cradles long ball strands of yellow ochre squirting beads
Bare feet touching soft sticky sand immersed wet in water
Naked footprints side by side breathing beach vibrations
Two lovehearts drawn in the light brown sand interlocked.
Sandcastles decorated with shells sit sturdily on the shore.
Categories:
synchronising, adventure, animals, life, nature,
Form: Alliteration