Mabel's Topic Contest!!!!!!!!!!! READ NOW, PLEASE! DON'T CLICK.

Hello there!
My username is Mabel, and today's contest is:
Topics!
Here are the topics to make into a poem:

The wind, rain, and storm.
Flying into the land of dreams.
Talking about your dream which comes real.
Your aunt Mirabelle is a witch.
And last (but not least!) A HORROR POEM!!!!!!!!

There is only one winner!

They will win 5 comments of their poems! (P.S everyone who enters must send 3 comments on their comments!)
They will also have a review about them, and will write down two new poems in their honour!!!!!

End of contest: 13th of May 2008.
Get writing!!!!!!!!

THE VERY FIRST POEM LISTED HERE WILL GET 1 COMMENT!

Hi! I have three poems about the first topic

Sun and rain

I could write a poem to the sun,
write, that your sight
Can only be compared with a ray of light
Summer day full of laughs and fun

Write, that you make me shine
That your love is like a sea when it's still
Like dew in the morning time
But it's not exactly what you make me feel

So i say that you're my thunderstorm
Raindrops genly run down my face
Make my heart beat, my mind is gone
When here in the rain we dance

I should have known that morning after rain is cold,
It's shame for me how now I miss the sun
It's shame for you you left me all alone
It's just in mist, all what it has become

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Shadows and regrets

There was such calmness in the sea
The sun was shining bright
Sun of our love and our glee
Spread such a magic light

But clouds gathered in the sky
It's getting dark, it starts to storm
A thunder... lightening... a scream...a cry...
What happened? - No one knows.

... Two shining ruby hearts lay here in sand.
The beach is lonely and desert.
Two shining ruby hearts is all what's left
After the night of shadows and regrets.

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November rain

It was raining, raining hard.
Wet eyes of the nature.
And my wildly beating heart
With aching little fractures.

It was raining, raining hard.
Days were getting rusty,
Pieces of me were broken apart,
Thunder was so gusty

It was raining, raining hard.
Through the glass of autumn
I was looking at the world around
And felt as if I was at the bottom.

It was raining far too hard.
Breathing with soaked sorrow,
My soul finally started to fight;
Raindrops eased the horror.

It was raining way too hard.
I knew that I had to do it
I knew that giving up
Was worse than the defeat.

It was raining, raining hard,
I broke the glass of autumn
Another fracture on my heart,
Wind just got much colder.

For me it was a rain of life
This monsoon November.
Not behind the glass, i came alive.
The raindrops are so tender