Falling into Rainstruck Silence

By Olivia Oja

In "Falling into Rainstruck Silence," immerse yourself in a symphony of emotions, where each poem guides you through the delicate dance of nature and the human soul. The collection captures the essence of fleeting moments and profound introspection, all set against the backdrop of rain's gentle caress. Through evocative imagery and lyrical

• Language: English
• Publisher: Swan Charm Publishing
• Release date: Dec 26, 2024
• ISBN: 9789908168289

Book preview

Fables Scribbled in the Water’s Caress

Gentle whispers ride the breeze,

Secrets dancing through the trees.

Each ripple tells a tale anew,

Of dreams once lost, now coming true.

The moon reflects on liquid light,

Casting shadows, soft and bright.

Wisdom flows in currents deep,

As nature sings her lullabies, sweet.

Stars look down, a watchful crowd,

While night wraps all in velvet shroud.

A canvas forged in twilight's glow,

Paints fables only water knows.

Frogs croon lyrics from the bog,

Lily pads float like a dog.

Every droplet bears a lore,

Of journeys past, and paths to explore.

Footsteps trace the bank with grace,

Nature's pulses—an embrace.

In stillness, stories intertwine,

In water's depths, their hearts align.

Shattered Echoes in a Raindrop's Dance

In the quiet dusk of falling tears,

Echoes whisper through the spheres.

Raindrops scatter, stories unfold,

Fragile moments, warm yet cold.

Dancing shadows flicker bright,

Memories lost in fading light.

Each droplet sings a silent song,

Of love once right, now gone wrong.

Ripples chase the fleeting past,

In the stillness, echoes cast.

Shattered dreams in puddles lay,

Reflecting hopes that fade away.

Crimson hues in twilight’s breath,

Mark the line 'twixt love and death.

In every splash, a story told,

In every splash, a heart grows cold.

As the night swallows the day,

The echoes slowly drift away.

Yet in the dance, those memories stay,

In raindrops’ waltz, they softly play.

Silence Wrapped in a Cloud's Embrace

Beneath the weight of somber skies,

Silence lingers, never dies.

Clouds enfold the world in gray,

Hiding dreams that fade away.

Whispers dance on the gentle breeze,

Carried softly through the trees.

Wrapped in shadows, secrets keep,

Promises buried, buried deep.

A lonely heart in silver mist,

Yearns for moments that were kissed.

While the stillness pulls it near,

Echoes of the lost sincere.

In every droplet, stories cling,

Silence sighs, a tender sting.

Clouds drift past with tales to weave,

Of love once held, now hard to cleave.

Yet still the sky holds on so tight,

To distant dreams that fade from sight.

In their embrace, a solace found,

In shadows deep, the heart unbound.

A Melancholy Veil of Watered Dreams

Dreams once bright, now softly weep,

Underneath a veil so deep.

Watered whispers fill the air,

Fading gently, stripped of care.

In a garden of forgotten light,

Memories bloom with silent fright.

Each petal drips with aching songs,

Of righted turns and shattered wrongs.

Echoes linger in the dew,

Of tender hearts that once they drew.

Melancholy wraps the night,

Veiling truth from hopeful sight.

Through the mist, a figure sways,

Haunted by the bygone days.

Every sigh a fleeting spark,

In a world now cold and dark.

Yet in the gloom, a flicker glows,

A hint of warmth where still hope flows.

Even in sorrow’s tight embrace,

Dreams will find their rightful place.

Murmurs Beneath the Thundering Sky

Beneath the thunder, murmurs rise,

Soft and low, like whispered lies.

Storm clouds gather, shadows loom,

In their midst, a sense of doom.

Voices tremble in the storm,

Each heartbeat takes a restless form.

Lightning flashes, splitting night,

Illuminating ghosts in flight.

Raindrops tap on windowpanes,

Echoing forgotten pains.

Every strike, a silent call,

In the chaos, we feel small.

Murmurs blend with nature's cries,

In the surge, our spirit tries.

To find the peace that hides within,

Where the tempest meets the din.

Yet