A single splash of creativity spouts a river of words

[Laine]

My poetry topic. I have awesome starts, but I've hit a brick wall with some of them.

[Laine]

Yes. I'll start with one I've been thinking on for several months.

A cooling breeze in summer's heat,
The swish of grass beneath your feet,
The sun on my face and the wind in my hair,
As though it had wings set to carry me there,

And thats where I hit the wall.

[Laine]

Somebody running barfoot through an endless meadow.

[Laine]

Like, it's a second, a footstep, a time freeze. It's a... River of words. They don't always have to have purpose.

Spring
A flower, opening its luminous petals for the world to see
Spring
A bird sitting on a branch, crying its sweet song over the forest
Spring
A rainbow, shimmering in the sunlight, before the wind casts it away
Spring
A green leaf, riding the breeze, resting on a hilltop, only to be swept up again
Spring
Nature's beauty, A rainbow, A flower, A leaf, All caught in one moment
Spring

[Laine]

I write poetry for the ripples and beauty in the words.

[Laine]

Hope: That tiny spark inside you, staying alive when everything else feels lost. A ray of light, brightening even the darkest shadows. A single splash of color amidst a black-and-white world. Hope.

Fear: A rainstorm of water, extinguishing all inner flames. A dark cloud blocking the sun, shattering the light, creating more shadows. A spreading blackness destroying all color. Fear.

[Laine]

Rivers
Splashing, rushing over the rocks
Gurgling as it splits into smaller streams
but drying
Smaller, but still there,
the last place they are found
The tiniest
Teeniest
Bittiest
Puddle
In a desert

Just a bitty bit of descriptive poetry..

[Laine]

Wings
Nothing lighter
Nothing stronger
Nothing brighter

Wings
They lift you
They protect you
They catch you
When you fall

Wings
Are a simple dream
A beautiful dream
A perfect,
Neverending,
And wonderful dream

Wings
The simple
Beautiful
Perfect
Neverending
Wonderful dream
Of flight

[Laine]

Darkness and the shadows they revolve around the night,
But cowered in the darkness you're afraid to find the light;
An awful glaring nightmare's what awaits at every turn,
Your fighting 'gainst the monsters of the dark;

Left and right you're drawing back,
And running for your life;
Your heart is beating in your throat,
There's nowhere truly safe;

You step backwards, cornered,
Push your back against the wall;
'Cause a horror thing with fangs and teeth is

You're terrified, you've tried to hide,
In every worldly place,
But everywhere you look you find a nightmare in your face;

'Cause shadows and the darkness they revolve around the night,
But hiding from your nightmares you're afraid to see the light;

This is a WIP. There is no guarantee that I'll ever finish.