Source:english-idylls
“The Dead are coming,”
the bird tweets.
“The Dead are coming.
We must fly from the shore.
It’s not safe anymore.”
THE DEAD GAME
Advertisements
TWEET AWAY
Tag Archives: waves
I WILL SURVIVE
Icy water surrounds me.
The cold pulls me deeper.
Deeper into the unknown,
I sink.
Waves tear at me,
dragging me far from shore.
I swim.
I tread water.
I hold my head high
Above water.
I will survive.
A DAY AT THE BEACH
A day at the beach.
The sea breeze soothes my aching soul.
Seagulls taunt me with their cries.
Cold water tickles my toes.
Sand flows through my fingers.
A day in Oasis, Florida.
A day at the beach
Before The Dead arrive.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
ICE FURY
ICY FURY
A duel to end all duels.
A battle to the death.
The wind strengthens the waves.
No time to take a breath.
The waves tease the shore,
Striking with pounding fury.
The sand is mere dust.
My vision has turned blurry.
Heat flows through my veins,
Leading me to the light.
Human flesh brings love.
I won’t back from this fight.
He rises from the ocean,
A body in constant motion.
His body melts in droplets.
I still yearn for his devotion.
Cold no longer waits for me.
Empty is the void inside.
He cannot leave without me.
But he turns his face in pride.
His fury slices the shore,
His presence felt in the wind.
I can still hear his deep voice,
Calling for me to join him.
THE DEAD GAME
PICTURE PERFECT
Perfect lines cast in the sand.
Left behind by waves
caressing the shore.
Temporary footsteps.
Like magic?
No, like nature.
FOOTSTEPS IN THE SAND
I sink with each step
closer to the blue.
The waves tease and spray
and prompt me to play.
But my world is dark and bleak,
and I cannot fall asleep.
I gaze through my window
to the snow-laden bough.
I sigh and shut my eyes tight,
seeking paradise this night.
I get sleepy and go back in time
to the sand and the footsteps of mine.
PERFECT
Source:picsgold
Nothing more perfect.
A day at the beach.
Nothing more serene.
Waves lap at the shore.
Nothing more peaceful.
The sun strokes my face.
I take a deep breath.
I’m here.
A DEMENTED DANCE
Source:linxspiration
The waves rise in strength,
Converging on the town.
Translucent green towers
Swirling in a demented dance.
Clouds follow in their wake,
Growing cotton balls in grey.
Rumbles of thunder fill the air.
Lightning sparks rainbows of light.
Birds leave en masse,
Hurrying to leave the scene.
Oasis will soon fall
To The Dead and their thrall.
THE DEAD GAME
DISCARDED MEMORIES
Source:zoiodlula
The waves cascade,
bringing their baggage to shore.
Debris of lives gone by
and places far away.
Seaweed tickles my toes.
Shells crunch beneath my heels.
A motley display of humanity
sprinkled through the pink sand.
AN ISLAND ESCAPE
AN ISLAND ESCAPE
Take me away from a world without color,
A world where life is dull and grey.
I want to swim through the ocean’s waves,
Where rainbows can frolic and play.
The sun’s rays shimmer off the water,
Leaving trails of gold, yellow, and red.
Beacons of light for me to follow
To a new land where to lay my head.
I fly through the rolling waves,
Touching down on a spot of land.
I am lifted by arms of fountains
And laid to rest on the pink sand.
Turtles scurry away from my hand.
Birds fly around as they have fun.
The waves recede in their farewell dance,
Leaving me alone in the sun.
Who lives on this small island?
It’s time for me to explore.
A hut of branches in a tree.
I must see if there is more.
The steps are pretty steep,
I climb and step inside.
The room is small and dark.
Who knows what it may hide?
I hear footsteps from the room beyond.
They’re coming closer to where I hide.
It’s too late to run for the door,
I must face whoever is inside.
A man saunters into the room.
Candles and two places set.
He throws me a big grin
As if I am his prized pet.
We both wait in silence.
He slowly moves toward me.
“I hope you like my surprise.”
I feel as cold as can be.
I don’t like surprises.
Especially from him.
He keeps me at arms-length,
Not letting me in.
I lower my eyes
From the fire in his eyes.
They’re consuming me alive,
I am burning from his lies.
He makes an abrupt movement
And strides across the room.
He kisses me with great passion
Under the blood red moon.
