Poem Delights by Mel Rayne (best non fiction books of all time .TXT) 📖

Love Rain

 

 

Where there's love, 

There is rain, 

That's when beauty flies in the rain. 

For every drop two meet, 

Just one look is three seconds of love, 

That they have for one another at least. 

Love rain sounds like sparkles in the rain. 

Is like a burst of colors you see, 

Hearts pump, 

And they seek one another more at least. 

Can't get away, 

Like trees and leaves. 

Why feel that way? 

Because you don't know how it seems. 

It's warm and nice to feel alike. 

Why joy to love you seek? 

I enjoy joy, 

But to love is a way more different piece. 

It's not the same, 

Because when there's love there's also rain. 

Rain is like tears that fall down your face. 

For love is a different thing, 

Love is like passion through your feet. 

As for me is more then feet is heat to smirk at while you see. 

Love in the rain is more than, 

A feeling is to show that two different types of people can meet, 

To love one another. 

For love in the rain is a way of saying, 

I am here for you, 

So don't forget our love in the rain.

The Lady of Greys

 

 

 

She takes my daddy, 
She takes my room, 
She takes my blanket too. 
She has generations of laughter. 
But am uptight and is her fault. 
Am losing my mind and am losing my patience. 
What can I do? 
I guess she's the boss of me too. 
This is crazy, I know it, but this is The Lady of Greys That keeps my soul like hers. 
Why is she bad, I know why? 
Cause she's the nightmares of my  dreams that keeps me awake at nights. 
The Lady of Greys keeps me in the dark alone and scared. 
But when I see love she's gone from my mind forever. 

D.O Charms Me A.K.A EXO

 

 

 

D.O. has great big black eyes like the owls in the night. 
To me they shine brighter than the knight's in the fights. 
He's smile can be angel like. 
To me is something you hike for, 
treasure like. 
He can be short, 
But to me he's fun sized. 
Singing so wonderfully, 
Can't take my eyes off of him, 
Carefully. 
Hold up! 
He can be quiet, 
And also very seriously tough. 
Cause hope is what keeps him stronger, 
To say "We are ONE". 
BFF's are his wands for life. 
Cause he only lives ones. 
Motherly like the ones that care. 
Innocent with no regrets. 
He can make everything neat, 
Like the ant's that eat. 
He can be your chef for the night, 
And also give you evening tea. 
This is who he is to me. 
So get ready to meet him. 
Cause I know I am. 

Running Away

 

Running away and never looking back, 
Don't want to be seen or see into the darkness dream, 
Enjoying the darkness like a owl at night closing into a box to dark is night, 
Holding it in into a deep black hole, 
Running away is hiding your life, 
from joy to live in paradise. 
Darkness wraps around you like day and night. 
Eyes see dark, 
And lonely for life of days. 
For running away is the darkness to the hatred of life. 
Hiding in a corner like a scared puppy who saw life for the first time. 
Running away from drama and life itself. 
Running away, 
Running away, 
Running away drives you and me crazy. 
Running away is a place of sadness, not joy is a place of neither but blank white it's self-nothing there at all for this is running away. 

New & Old

 

New and old is a year that has to be yours. 
New is clear like Claire's from near. 
Is fresh and neat, 
And it feels delightful to me. 
New is never used, 
New is something that never fades or wither like the lakes. 
Now old is a dirty hole. 
Old things will give you wrinkles and cracks within the night. 
Old gives you chills down your spine, 
Like the bugs of the night. 
New and old you might survive, 
For there is no other night. 
Old are pictures you wish to be in again. 
While new is something you are weird about. 
New and old will be a memory for life. 

Broken Pieces

 

Things that pull you down into the night sky. 
Are worse things than what I thought of. 
Bad things passing, dragging and pulling you in until your broken into little pieces. 
One thing turns into more, 
Then what you thought is more than what it could be like. 
You think is heaven, 
But is actually jail, 
To the things broken inside me. 
Things taken away, 
Or things leaving you behind. 
Are bad memories that are never denied. 
For you can never run away. 
But just stay, 
To try to pick up the pieces. 
They left behind. 
Feeling dark in the joy you attached. 
Now is gone, 
And is in the deep, 
Into broken pieces. 
You thought you lost. 
My broken pieces will be lost forever.

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Publication Date: 05-05-2017

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