Rengay – Page 6 – M.A.D. Works

Poetry

The Need for Growth

January 16, 2025January 16, 2025 M.A.D. Works

Special thanks to my collaborator on this Rengay, Anthony
https://empathmuch.wordpress.com/

Please do not blame me
I really had little choice
I had to move on
I would have faded away
Need to be away to grow

AAA/MAD 1/12/25

Poetry

Resilience in the Arid

January 15, 2025January 15, 2025 M.A.D. Works

In driest desert
Life finds a way to exist
We must do the same
With strength, we will endure this.
Hope blooms where least expected
AAA/MAD 1/12/25

Poetry

Whispers of the Coast

January 14, 2025January 14, 2025 M.A.D. Works

Crisp salty sea air
Birds rise high without a care
Squawking if they dare
Waves crash on the sandy shore
Sunset paints the sky in gold
AAA/MAD 1/12/25

Poetry

Whispers of Inspiration

January 13, 2025January 13, 2025 M.A.D. Works

Brainstorming haikus
In my current moments choose
Mind burns in my shoes.
Thoughts like rivers flowing,
Ideas start to take shape.
AAA/MAD 1/12/25

Poetry

The Nature of Dirt

January 10, 2025January 10, 2025 M.A.D. Works

Does dirt become clean
After being washed up, or
Does it remain dirt?
Can water change its nature?
Is there a chance for rebirth?
AAA/MAD 1/10/25

Poetry

Winds of Freedom

January 10, 2025January 10, 2025 M.A.D. Works

Will horses run free
On never-ending pastures
Faster than the wind
Gracefully, they roam so wide.
With joyful hearts, they gallop.
AAA/MAD 1/10/25

Poetry

Waves of Gold

January 10, 2025January 10, 2025 M.A.D. Works

Harvest wheat dances
As the prairie breezes blow
Creating ripples
Under the golden sun’s glow.
Fields alive, a vibrant show.
AAA/MAD 1/10/25

Poetry

The Echoes of Anger

January 10, 2025January 10, 2025 M.A.D. Works

Voice raised in anger
Bad intentions are in mind.
Violence will follow
Feelings will be damaged and
It will be hard to repair
AAA/MAD 1/10/25

Poetry

Flickering Hope

January 9, 2025January 9, 2025 M.A.D. Works

Better than the rest
Left out in the heartless cold
Many neglected
Dreams are lost within shadows.
Hope flickers like a small flame.
AAA/MAD 1/8/25

Poetry

Where Did Our Rain Go?

January 9, 2025January 9, 2025 M.A.D. Works

Where did our rain go
Winter seasons really slow
Now nothing will grow
The ground is parched, sky is gray.
Each passing hour, the sun shines.
AAA/MAD 1/8/25