Poems about Clouds
#clouds
Cloud poems, here you'll find poems about clouds, from fluffy white clouds in a bright sunny sky, to dark grey rain clouds bringing thunderstorms and chaos.
Her_sunshine
Poem Published
Today 6:18am
Today 6:18am
Well that was nice
Just tell your story
I'll tell you what happened
When the truths don't line up
Unfortunately
We rushed to judge
We pretended that we cared
After the talks
Accord
Just do what they want
Introducing
Juniper laden thoughts
Sqeezing stigmas from our enterprise
I'll tell you what happened
When the truths don't line up
Unfortunately
We rushed to judge
We pretended that we cared
After the talks
Accord
Just do what they want
Introducing
Juniper laden thoughts
Sqeezing stigmas from our enterprise
#clouds
12 reads
1 Comment
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2019 00:22am
22nd Jul 2019 00:22am
like the heavens were setting the scene ..
saw macbeth at the globe
the sky was grey and it rained
no one moaned ..
the sky was grey and it rained
no one moaned ..
#clouds
16 reads
3 Comments
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
21st Jul 2019 10:50pm
21st Jul 2019 10:50pm
View from the Coffee Cafe
As I looked out over the sea today…
there was naught upon the horizon ...but grey...
There's a hurricane out there,
somewhere...
I wish it would sent us some rain.
There be nothing to see but a snow white Tern... winging its way...
...across the grey.
...and over the sea...
there was naught upon the horizon ...but grey...
There's a hurricane out there,
somewhere...
I wish it would sent us some rain.
There be nothing to see but a snow white Tern... winging its way...
...across the grey.
...and over the sea...
#sea
#clouds
#storm
18 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
18th Jul 2019 00:32am
18th Jul 2019 00:32am
don't blame the clouds ..
moans it always rains
when he hangs the washing
on the line
I suggest he only does it
when it's fine ..
when he hangs the washing
on the line
I suggest he only does it
when it's fine ..
#clouds
37 reads
8 Comments
FromTheAsh
Poem Published
12th Jul 2019 2:38pm
12th Jul 2019 2:38pm
unexpected indrawn breaths
the day sparkled
periwinkle blue reflections
upon a rippling mirror lake
sun scorching an imprint on the unwary
cherry coated kisses on tender pale
all caught up in the moment
they unwittingly baked
until the clouds moved in
charcoal brooding hover
as waves angrily churned
castaway rafts taken by the wind
and sun-blinded eyes squinted upward
slowly widening
as awareness sunk in
a hint of thunder on the horizon
those uneasy quickly headed for cover
while more adventurous souls stood their ground
defiant ...
periwinkle blue reflections
upon a rippling mirror lake
sun scorching an imprint on the unwary
cherry coated kisses on tender pale
all caught up in the moment
they unwittingly baked
until the clouds moved in
charcoal brooding hover
as waves angrily churned
castaway rafts taken by the wind
and sun-blinded eyes squinted upward
slowly widening
as awareness sunk in
a hint of thunder on the horizon
those uneasy quickly headed for cover
while more adventurous souls stood their ground
defiant ...
#beauty
#beach
#sky
#clouds
#nature
47 reads
3 Comments
Aptsky
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2019 5:36am
22nd Jun 2019 5:36am
Walking through night
In a fog,
in a haze
Walking through the black dense night
Walking through this chilly night frost
In a daze,
my body tired and heavy
Wispy haze above me, following me,
Floating my way
As I count the golden
Overhead street lights
One by one
They twinkle yellow
Circular bubbles glowing at me
From above they seem to pop
Like my tired eyes,
Watering now
Staring too much at
Floaty yellow outlines
bubbling up again
Above my head,
my tired eyes squinting in the light ...
in a haze
Walking through the black dense night
Walking through this chilly night frost
In a daze,
my body tired and heavy
Wispy haze above me, following me,
Floating my way
As I count the golden
Overhead street lights
One by one
They twinkle yellow
Circular bubbles glowing at me
From above they seem to pop
Like my tired eyes,
Watering now
Staring too much at
Floaty yellow outlines
bubbling up again
Above my head,
my tired eyes squinting in the light ...
#sky
#clouds
28 reads
2 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
20th Jun 2019 4:48am
20th Jun 2019 4:48am
The Little Balcony
The little balcony
stood silent,
a playful breeze
came by to visit,
while chasing
raindrops from
melancholy clouds,
through streets
and alleyways.
I sat there
in my little world,
my houseplants
standing like sentries,
protecting my realm
while I stay and watch
the last breaths
of a dying evening.
stood silent,
a playful breeze
came by to visit,
while chasing
raindrops from
melancholy clouds,
through streets
and alleyways.
I sat there
in my little world,
my houseplants
standing like sentries,
protecting my realm
while I stay and watch
the last breaths
of a dying evening.
#flowers
#sky
#clouds
#rain
#wind
60 reads
6 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
18th Jun 2019 1:07am
18th Jun 2019 1:07am
Clouds of Melancholy
Its not the rain that is English melancholy and depression;
we are too subtle to use that,
such obvious bombast best suits Hollywood
and America with its boldness to do and go,
while we,
the English
take our time
lingering in our approach;
for we are the clouds
innocuous in our outward manner
but herald hidden storms,
raging with monstrous thunder
as a bolt breaks what holds our world together,
before returning to uneasy calm
where the sun shines on our backside
mocking our plans and daily lives
until we can take...
we are too subtle to use that,
such obvious bombast best suits Hollywood
and America with its boldness to do and go,
while we,
the English
take our time
lingering in our approach;
for we are the clouds
innocuous in our outward manner
but herald hidden storms,
raging with monstrous thunder
as a bolt breaks what holds our world together,
before returning to uneasy calm
where the sun shines on our backside
mocking our plans and daily lives
until we can take...
#depression
#sun
#clouds #Britain
#clouds #Britain
92 reads
11 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
15th Jun 2019 1:24pm
15th Jun 2019 1:24pm
The Edge Of Morning
You gently slip from behind gray mirrors,
smiling, you edge your way into my world,
you see unadorned passing glimpses,
sometimes catching me emotionally
undressed, at my best, at my worst,
while flowing freely, gathering yourself
for each journey, come steal me away,
even if for only a short while,
let me drink from your radiance
and sleep in your outstretched arms.
smiling, you edge your way into my world,
you see unadorned passing glimpses,
sometimes catching me emotionally
undressed, at my best, at my worst,
while flowing freely, gathering yourself
for each journey, come steal me away,
even if for only a short while,
let me drink from your radiance
and sleep in your outstretched arms.
#sun
#sky
#clouds
57 reads
8 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
6th Jun 2019 4:35pm
6th Jun 2019 4:35pm
Under Pastel Skies
Artist strokes loom,
formed to please each moment
traveling like a radiant bow
across a phantom sky,
with a vale of musing gaze
brilliant colors enticing,
fragments of neon kisses,
gemstones, colors dance
through the clouds,
reflected in each drop of rain
and cultivating joy.
formed to please each moment
traveling like a radiant bow
across a phantom sky,
with a vale of musing gaze
brilliant colors enticing,
fragments of neon kisses,
gemstones, colors dance
through the clouds,
reflected in each drop of rain
and cultivating joy.
#sky
#clouds
#rain #rainbow
#rain #rainbow
72 reads
7 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2019 5:24pm
3rd Jun 2019 5:24pm
30,000 feet
Thunder clouds below
Flashes of bright
Filtered through
Layers of gray
Cottony masses
Highlighted by
Golden sunlight
Recall stanzas
of
Her golden language
Spirit and intellect focused Into
Soul-piercing needles
Crimson droplets
Transform
Blank parchment
Into moving poems
Flashes of bright
Filtered through
Layers of gray
Cottony masses
Highlighted by
Golden sunlight
Recall stanzas
of
Her golden language
Spirit and intellect focused Into
Soul-piercing needles
Crimson droplets
Transform
Blank parchment
Into moving poems
#sky
#clouds
#WritingPoetry #passion
#WritingPoetry #passion
52 reads
3 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
28th May 2019 10:03pm
28th May 2019 10:03pm
OUTSIDE IN the FALLING RAIN (1-4-07, Galveston Island, Texas)
upon waking
this morning
I heard
the falling rain
then looked
outside
my bedroom
window
into this
second day
of continuous
wet
dreary gray
when suddenly
right up
above my head
from off
the second floor
rooftop overhang
came
a sudden
whooshing sound
as twenty sets
of feathered wings
dampened by
the falling rain
took off
abruptly
in a startling
instant
as a flushing
rush
of their quickened
blurs
in one great ...
this morning
I heard
the falling rain
then looked
outside
my bedroom
window
into this
second day
of continuous
wet
dreary gray
when suddenly
right up
above my head
from off
the second floor
rooftop overhang
came
a sudden
whooshing sound
as twenty sets
of feathered wings
dampened by
the falling rain
took off
abruptly
in a startling
instant
as a flushing
rush
of their quickened
blurs
in one great ...
#sea
#beach
#sky
#clouds
#nature
37 reads
0 Comments
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