Poems

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about Me: ╔═══════☆♡☆═══════╗ Hello! I'm Ruelle My 1st ever tries to write POEMS ............................................................................. ★Icon : Matching Icons with - @springcode4 ✩ Shoutout's - 1. @Just_Another_Authour Credits - @Ruelle_ @Just_Another_Author ⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇ ⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇ 1. Breeze Feel the breeze, blowing through my hair, This breeze, it could take me anywhere, Calmly, as I close my eyes, Swiftly, my soul flies. And I felt like the whole world was ours, As I smelt the blooming flowers, Oh! How the breeze flowed through the moist grass, And here I wanted my life to pass. Up on the green hill with a sigh, I stood, The naughty breeze took away my hood! With the breeze blowing on both my sides, I swam away with the waves and tides. On the lonely island, I didn’t feel alone, This place, it felt like my own, my home, And on the salty sunset beach, I touched the sun, it was in my reach. Down on the rocky river bank, I thought about the people I should thank, And in a small frosty mountain cave, Many, I forgave. With ease, I was dancing and humming, Flying, back I was coming, And so, calmly I opened my eyes, And once again the breeze blew through my hair, And indeed, it took me everywhere. 2. Rough Winter Cold The rough winter cold sets in like a king claiming his crown Sweet, sweet loneliness passes itself around Broken souls in a dead world Fragility is the only thing we humans have conserved The earth is not dying, we are. It doesn’t need life to live We do and yet we seem to be taking it away “Save the environment,” they say But the environment doesn’t need saving, we do. The earth will always become new While our maladies will spread ceaselessly Yet we take the damage unflinchingly As we will continue to, Until we realise how rough the winter cold has become And our problems have survived this wild run. It is us who lynched the sea It is us who scorched the desert It is us who adulterated the breeze It is us who stopped the rebirth Yet it is we who have to bear The rough winter cold that comes with growing old The earth flourishes as it grows older, we do not It is not the earth that needs saving, it is its children We cannot survive how rough the winter cold will become 3. So Clearly a Blur In the midst of every Everything is so clearly a blur. I seem to know the road, But not the pace. Each day is so properly woven In the tangled threads. What’s the matter? I don’t know. Everything is so lovely. Even the dilemma looks adorable. Dust once under my shoes Now all over like a mist. It’s a lovely mist of green and blue, and white and orange. Sometimes black and even rosy hue; Rainbow of gazillion colours Amass in the garbled sky. The mist shall fade soon. Maybe also the reason for my ease. But to be honest; It’s all so lovely when it’s clearly a blur. 4. Dear Dad Dear Dad, They say I am the younger version of you But can I be as good as you? When I am just a symphony’s note, can I be its final note? When I am just a pearl, will I ever be the flawless one, Just like you? Dear Dad, They say I look like you But will I ever be a showstopper like you? Will I beat the in-and-out beauty you hold? Will I ever match the energy you have and the love that you pour? Will I be brave enough to collect myself just like you do every day without expressing yourself a single day? Dear Dad, I will today and forever try to be the younger you just as they say. 5. Butterfly It’s free and so wild; Vividly it radiates, So lovely and careless; It wonders and wonders at the end, It’s dainty and unbound, Dazzling with glee, How I’d love to see, See her fly free, Like she was bound to be seen, The flowers and wind, The grass and zephyr, How dearly they bestow on the lovely little butterfly, In a life of harmony, So much beauty and free, How I’d love to see, I’d love to see, And may be forever free, In unbound glee. 7. The Sky is Golden Streaks of crimson, hues of gold, Like molten fire, the heavens unfold. Flames of orange, kissed by twilight’s gleam, A mesmerizing spectacle, a heavenly dream. Clouds painted with a passionate stroke, As if the sky itself began to evoke, Emotions untamed, a burning desire, In this cosmic inferno, nature’s own fire. Silhouettes of trees against the blazing sky, As daylight surrenders, stars draw night. A canvas alive, with celestial might, The sky on fire, a celestial delight. In this fleeting moment, we stand in awe, Witnessing nature’s grandeur, unblemished and raw. The sky’s fervent embrace, a sight to admire, As it sets our spirits aflame, with a celestial fire