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Skies that ooze joy
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Ended September 30, 2020 • 15 Entries • Created by Wordlove
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querencia in Poetry & Free Verse

angels

he was always told raindrops were the tears of angels,

so he closed the blinds on grey days

and locked the doors

and cried with them.

Two years later

It is six in the morning and he is waiting for the bus,

watching purple skies churn overhead.

A teardrop slides down the back of his hand

and he presses warm lips to it

expecting the bitterness of grief.

Instead he finds the fragile sweetness of fading summer,

blooming on his tounge for a moment before it is gone.

The drops are coming faster now

and he watches as the world fades to smears of paint on a canvas,

flashes of blue and pink and violet.

Rain pounds accross the concrete

and he is drowning, breathing in water,

shaking as the rain settles in his bones.

He drops to his knees and screams towards the sky,

raw and broken and vulnerable.

It ends a moment later,

the sky a crystal blue.

In the center of a silent city he sits on wet pavement,

breathing air that smells like honeysuckle and petrichor.

He runs a hand accross the cracked pavement,

feeling every ripple as if for the first time,

born again as the sun continues to climb skyward.

He supposes raindrops may be the tears of angels

but they are tears of joy.

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Voidkin_Killer in Poetry & Free Verse

Prose is full of so many unique people. But despite our differences, we all have one thing in common. We can write.

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Moonsinger128 in Poetry & Free Verse

forecast

the skies

blindingly blue

oozed joy

the ground

dark and rocky

erupted with

geysers

of melancholy

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Quiller in Poetry & Free Verse

Consecration

Beneath the grey skies that ooze joy

Cleansing rains fall on this kiss

eyes seeing only each other

waters blessing their bliss

tasting of vows

I do

Yes

Yes

I do

tasting of vows

waters blessing their bliss

eyes seeing only each other

Cleansing rains fall on this kiss

Beneath the grey skies that ooze joy

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athenaknowz in Poetry & Free Verse

Skies That Ooze Joy

If all the skies oozed with joy and love

what a world this would be.

no more broken hearts, no more yelling

instead, we have

communication and understanding

LOVE

If all the clouds oozed with love and joy

what a world this would be.

no more lost souls searching in the dark

instead, searching their own shining light

of brightness, their spark

JOY

If all the rain oozed with joy and love

what a world this would be.

no more depression or sadness

instead, gratefulness and forgiveness are in

the hearts. Releasing all the madness.

LOVE

If All the Skies Oozed with Joy and Love

What a World This Would Be

Athena

09/18/2020

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therambler666 in Poetry & Free Verse

walks in the park.

there is something in the air,

the very something that urges unsuspecting,

tired,

crestfallen eyes to blink,

covering themselves with veiny eyelids.

there is a faint yellow glow that burns

bright red,

then crimson orange,

as the tired eyes shift,

accomodating falling-leaf-like hair tosses.

the warmth of the sun

encompasses the readjusting body,

unfurling strained fingers,

tempting their meeting with soft breeze,

caressing the calloused fingertips

smudged in ink stains of careful penmanship

and worried musings.

the ears become attuned to the rustle,

the hustle,

the bustle of twittering birds,

and breaking twigs,

and pleasant talk,

not pleasantries,

that pleasantly suprise new lovers

and comfort old friends.

the mind becomes a child yet again,

a smile becomes aware that yes,

so

many

good

things

are

happening.

for when the skies that ooze joy

make soulful welcomes,

outstretched palms of beneficence

open hearts to their gentle beneficiary.

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GlassDragonfly in Poetry & Free Verse

Stratosphere

Maples stand red

stained-glass leaves crimson against the blue

although

it doesn't smell like September

not yet

not like crisp mornings and dew-studded leaves

but nature has granted grace

a week of clarity, Indian summer

where the sun rises to illuminate perfectly

the world crisp-edged

like binoculars finally come into focus

it doesn't smell like September

not yet

but soon enough, we sigh

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Raemares in Poetry & Free Verse

Open My Heart Again

Broken to a million pieces

Yet it beats still

Laughing with still bleeding scars

Covering filling my eyes and soul

Yet I still continue on

See my heart

See where I bleed

Please don't make a new scar

I love you

So please don't break my heart

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Ulyssesa in Poetry & Free Verse

Hope on the Horizon

The Skies ooze joy

And it's hot

Acid really

It falls

Indiscritant in murder

In burning

The roofs

We built to protect

Turned to kindling

Fuel to an element

We wish just kept us

Warm

In retaliation

The Earth

Heaves open its

Maw

Where the ocean were

Spit

Rivers were

Sweat

And mountains were

Pimples

It swallows up the Sky

Eats up the joy

And in return

We humans

Are blessed with

Sorrow

We are doused in

Cold

And laugh with no sun

To bring us

Tomorrow

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alesean in Poetry & Free Verse

Shine On

I feel lucky today as the clouds let the sun peek through, beams of warm light oozes from the sky, and it caresses my skin like buttered toast. I breathed. I sighed. I look up, and realized I’m alive. I stepped out into the World with fresh eyes every time I think of the Sun Rays Bursting, OOOZING from the skies. That Joy of SUN/SHINE that is me.

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