Father's day is coming. Seasons are changing. Does it rain when you are sad? Rumbling skies when you are mad? This month's challenge is to write something that makes use of emotions, the skies and everything around you. Feel free to write about your take on how emotions make the world seem different, vice versa, or even how the heavens seem to answer our inner worries in the most mysterious ways. Free verse is appreciated, but extra credit should go to those who delve into the poetic structures of stricter lyrical stanzas. Get to work, and happy writing!

Huckleberry_Hoo in Poetry & Free Verse

82 reads

Saturday Rain

Windows pattering

Droplets splattering

Dark trundle, dark rumble.

Saturday Rain

Applewood burning

Backsides turning

Cold hearth, cold start.

Saturday Rain

Frying pan batter

Bacon fat spatter

Warm wife, warm life.

Saturday Rain

Screen door squeaking

Gutters leaking

Wet fog, wet dog.

Saturday Rain

Chores Passed

Huckleberry's raft

Read Twain, again.

Saturday Rain

Radio on

Cowboy songs

Waylon and Willie.

Saturday Rain

Evening blue-ing

Morning Dove cooing

A hazy, a lazy,

Saturday Rain

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Weather under the feeling

Father's day is coming. Seasons are changing. Does it rain when you are sad? Rumbling skies when you are mad? This month's challenge is to write something that makes use of emotions, the skies and everything around you. Feel free to write about your take on how emotions make the world seem different, vice versa, or even how the heavens seem to answer our inner worries in the most mysterious ways. Free verse is appreciated, but extra credit should go to those who delve into the poetic structures of stricter lyrical stanzas. Get to work, and happy writing!

navya_s in Poetry & Free Verse

53 reads

Wrecked

The thunder grumbled louder

As the storm inside of me swirled

The rain and winds got heavier and heavier

The anguish, anger, pain throbbed louder and louder

I couldn’t escape because of the storm

My sadness couldn’t escape me

Yet again

I was

Trapped,

The storm broke everything

Left floods and wrecked houses

My storm, however, broke

Me

Left nothing but a wrecked

Heart.

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Challenge

Weather under the feeling

Father's day is coming. Seasons are changing. Does it rain when you are sad? Rumbling skies when you are mad? This month's challenge is to write something that makes use of emotions, the skies and everything around you. Feel free to write about your take on how emotions make the world seem different, vice versa, or even how the heavens seem to answer our inner worries in the most mysterious ways. Free verse is appreciated, but extra credit should go to those who delve into the poetic structures of stricter lyrical stanzas. Get to work, and happy writing!

Pgarg in Poetry & Free Verse

61 reads

The winds are calling

I’m sorry but the winds are calling me,

I’m sorry but I have to leave

I’m sorry but my heart is all afire,

I’m sorry but the beast is free

“I know, my darling, but there’s work to do.”

“I know, kind sir, but the little cuckoo—

It’s whispering in my ear,

It says 'Listen to me my dear,

say you’re sorry but the winds are calling you

and the skies their screaming your name

You tell them that the stars elixer brewed,

and they've sent it to fuel the flame.

“So I’m sorry but the ah, the rain is pouring

and my parched soul is supple and light.

The storm is strong and the call is howling,

shattering the windows of my heart,

The world is mine and the stars are shining

daring me to ever make my start

I’m sorry but the faeries are dancing on the vines

asking me to join in their mystic rhyme

I’m sorry but the thunder is ringing in my mind

I cannot stay, now, I must fly.

I must go, away away, where mystery mountains breathe,

I must go away away, to fire and love and dreams.

I must ask the wind once more to take

the reins of my heart

I must follow the distant star

Through mud and brick and tar

Must follow the distant star

Away away on till the day I find myself there,

On the shores of my prayers

So I’m sory but the winds are calling me

I’m sorry but I must leave.

I’m sorry but the skies are all awake

I’m sorry but the beast is free.

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