England Sunshine?

The world through the window
is smothered in grey
but I know that it will be okay 
because just for now it's winter time
and soon, once again
the sun will shine 
though really this is England 
and I'm just saying that
so I can rhyme. 

Rhyming Words Association (RWA)

Most of my poems have been quite a similar style the past few days so thought I would try and do something different. Only flaw in this, I don't know how! I'm not really an expert in different forms of poetry... 

Break
away
take 
(seize)
the day
sunshine
sky
time
clock 
tick tock 
hand
stand 
feet 
street 
grey 
day 
break 
away. 


Pretty much had the idea as I wrote, one word then what reminds me of that word and tried to make it rhyme. If that doesn't make sense just ask in a comment and I'll try and explain it better :')

Happiness

The picture isn't that related but I bought a padded shirt from a vintage shop yesterday and it makes me so happy xD 

Holding on to
Anything that
Puts 
People back 
Into 
Nothing
Except
Smiles, warm as
Sunshine. 

Soft

Not actually oneword.com this time - just thought of a word and went from there.

Rose petals
baby's skin
silk
hugs
pillows
breeze
eroded rock
shells
worn clothes
melting chocolate 
sun coated grass
innocent laughter


The kind of feelings 
which quicken
the heart
but soften
the soul. 

Sunshine Wine

Just a quick one since I need to leave soon

Sunshine
like wine
for the skin
tasteful
relaxing
too much
it goes unappreciated
to waste
a little
every so often
you get the right taste
and sink
into a lovely
state of mind.

Peace (The Body Has Time)

The sunshine is wonderful for inspiration :) I wrote 3 poems today, which I've never done while I've been doing this. To make life easier for me though, I'll post them over 3 days. As you'll tell by my next poem, I'm feeling pretty mellow today.... despite work load!

It's a mood when the body has time
the pulse slows
the senses take in more
rather than the brain telling them 
to ssshh and get on with working.


The feel of bare feet on grass
a bee buzzing
running a hand through the the pond
child like
refreshing none the less
just how green a budding leaf
really is
and the smell of sap on fingers
after a closer look at it.


Overloaded
not with worries or stress
but ideas
brimming
swimming
underneath the skin
once thoughts are silenced 
and the body has time.