Danielle Mari Nidea
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Danielle Mari Nidea Poems
Rainfall, lightning, thunder, sun Condense gems which ocean shun Greetings geese, planes goodbye Friends I loved, friends they fly.
Attention All Teenagers
What's up with all this drama? How did it just appear? The me of my persona Wonders why it's here.
Happy Tears Day
Happy Tears Day to You And to all your friends, too I wish you good luck I hope you won't suck
Saved In Picture Frames
Ice cream bells washed out shells Ripe, delicious food. Wishing wells
By the River
Amidst the fog lies a bench. Once sat three, now sits one. Beside the bench breathes a tree. See in it height markings which weren't so effective
The ocean of sky And the aches of a cry Produce a wondrous blue. The glow of your might
Why Be a Poet?
Why do I keep sulking And no reason can be found? Why do I keep thinking, Thinking my words are profound?
Sometimes I catch his gaze Sometimes we become collinear But never has doubt left my mind.
The Grim Reaper
A meter a second Not caring to stop A shadow so lovely Blackness to pop
Raining white Pretty sight From the mossy wall Floating sparks
The Question Mark
The elegance of hand The melody of band The circle of life The beauty of wife
Perhaps the mournful melody Was not made for the rain, but for Sunny days when I can't stand heat - I hallucinate when I drink
What's an illusion? Please answer me, please. It gives me confusion And I'm not at ease.
I follow your footsteps 'til I can't endure Then I get on my feet and follow you more. The glint of my eyes increase when you're here; I await your return when you disappear.
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Rainfall, lightning, thunder, sun
Condense gems which ocean shun
Greetings geese, planes goodbye
Friends I loved, friends they fly.
Waves connected, big and small
Sheet of glass where sapphires fall
Sapphires blue, then red, then black
Beams of white, the mirror cracks.
Silver lining in between
Something only few have seen
Horizon marks the bounds of map
The bounds of dream of which I nap.
Mirror, mirror, of the sky
Sea of which you go by
I row my boat forevermore
To find the non-existing shore.