Tag: Abstract

Poetry

Whispers in the Wind 💨

M.A.D. Works

In the hush of twilight’s sigh, 

Grains dance, like shadows passing by, 

Each a story, silent and small, 

Carried forth, heedless of all. 

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Through the dunes, a gentle sweep, 

Voices of the earth, secrets to keep, 

The sighing sands, a lullaby, 

Echoes of time, beneath the sky.

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Fleeting whispers, a soft embrace, 

Shadows weaving in an endless chase, 

As the winds weave tales of old, 

In every grain, a memory told.

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Listen closely, hear the grace, 

In the dance of grains, find your place, 

For in the whispers, the world is spun, 

A tapestry of night and sun.

Poetry

Rain Symphony

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Pitter-patter, drop-drop-splash,
Slick streets shimmer, a silver cache.
Drip-drip-drip from rooftops high,
A rhythmic song beneath the gray sky.

Splish-splash, puddles bloom,
Echoes dance in the fragrant gloom.
Raindrops tap-tap on windowpanes,
Nature’s music, soft refrains.

Whish of winds, a gentle sigh,
Clouds murmur, the world awry,
Thunder rumbles, a low, deep hum,
Lightning flickers, then silence comes.

Whispering leaves, wet and bright,
Every droplet a tiny delight,
Rain’s embrace wraps the earth tight,
A soothing chorus, day turns to night.

So let it fall, the sweet refrain,
In this moment, we’re all the same.
A splash, a drip, a tranquil sound,
In the heart of rain, solace is found.

Poetry

Whispers in Silver: A Symphony of Dreams

M.A.D. Works

Whispers wave in silver air,
Fluttering breath from hollowed flair,
Dancing notes, a shimmering thread,
Whirling softly, where dreams are spread.

Glimmering whispers, a breeze takes flight,
Tickling shadows in the soft twilight,
Cascading echoes, sweet and bright,
Swaying gently, heart’s delight.

Spirals twist in golden light,
Siren calls of day and night,
In the silence, echoes gleam,
The flute’s soft song, a murmured dream.

Poetry

Whispers in the Silence

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Dilly-dally, softly spun,
Clouds billow, a shy sun,
Pyramids of laughter stack,
Clowning in a rhythm, no track.

Fingernails tapping, a soft beat,
Lungs inhale, pulse a retreat,
Scaffolding dreams, weaving air,
In absence, echoes stir, unaware.

Fat whispers dance, embellishment’s play,
Moments twist, then drift away,
So we twirl, round and round,
In the hum of silence, we are found.

MAD Missy 😠