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Shofi Ahmed Jan 2021
I sniffed a smell of your rose.
Oh, you know what?
It’s enough to thrill the bone.
Just leave a scent in the air
and pop in, take your turn
into a new buzzing centre!
Amanda Kay Burke Jan 2021
The pearly snow
Beneath my feet
As I tread

Underneath
Looking
Sky unfolds before me

Bright blues
Your silver-lined clouds interrupting the otherwise smooth ocean of air

Vast
Vibrant
The white-capped mountains zig-zagging along the distant horizon

Trees laid bare in front of eyes
Waving branches
As if in distress

I am inhabiting a dream

Believing found poignancy to be a temporary illusion
Too beautiful to exist in actuality

Reflective sight reminding paradise does in fact take residence on earth
About a beautiful almost enjoyable winter day in alaska
There are some days
You should just be able to feel
It in the air
Today is one of them
there arent many days like this, so make sure not to waste it.
Shofi Ahmed Dec 2020
Sky is a roof
we can never touch.
Our feet stuck
on the ground
can't get rid off the dust.

Neither can we breath
without drowning
into the air.

Then we can say
every morning we can
scoop up a new sunrise!

Then there is an expiration
date set for each of us.

Gained all that in store
in the world?
But which way
is the way out?
Can anyone find
the exit time
before it comes?
Shandré Izette Dec 2020
sand exasperatingly tickles skin
as waves roaringly crashes upon it
a deafening wind agitates hair
as it rumbles through air
                   in all its chaos
                                       I find tranquillity
Caitlin Faykus Nov 2020
The smell of death
Wafts through the air
Yet no on died
Tell me
How can that be?
xandra Nov 2020
the way the atoms in the atmosphere sink into our chest,
and despite the crisp air, make us feel heavy and drained inside;
but simultaneously, the air invigorates us and ignites our bones, teaching the beauty of stars as they crash over us.
~for some reason our body becomes tied to the rain
Phil A Nov 2020
Thank you air for being there.
Thank you water for wetting things and drinking down the dryness that comes in waves when climate misbehaves.
Thank you fire for melting the marshmellows and heating my back.
Thank you earth for giving me onions and potatoes and carrots and beets and mushrooms and basketball players like Shaq.
Thank you God for the love in my heart.
Thank you Mom for kissing my ear, and
Thank you air for being there.
A Thanksgiving poem November 2020
Andrew Rueter Nov 2020
Deep underwater
we blow unwilling bubbles
pockets of blue air
Amanda Kay Burke Nov 2020
Our glory days over

Ability to choose what is best for us fading from fingertips

One thought over all others stands out
'We are shooting stars'

Another firework sizzling out in cool black air
You are gonna make your colors work
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