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.
missjem56
Poem Published
18th Sep 2022 9:37pm
18th Sep 2022 9:37pm
Clouded Vision
The trees
So high
Swept the clouds
From the deep blue sky
Pastel coloured birds
Of a myriad breed
Swooped, then soared
Per chance to feed
The clouds, now tinged
A deep blood red
The rest of the sky
A deep blue, in hue
Were ready for bed
More clouds appear
That carried a darker veneer
Some a smokey black
And others
As white as snow
They were soon
All bound together
A blood black virgin show
And behind them
As they drifted away
With a soft swing
And a gentle sway
The...
So high
Swept the clouds
From the deep blue sky
Pastel coloured birds
Of a myriad breed
Swooped, then soared
Per chance to feed
The clouds, now tinged
A deep blood red
The rest of the sky
A deep blue, in hue
Were ready for bed
More clouds appear
That carried a darker veneer
Some a smokey black
And others
As white as snow
They were soon
All bound together
A blood black virgin show
And behind them
As they drifted away
With a soft swing
And a gentle sway
The...
#clouds
#nature
#art
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CanisInc-Untis
Poem Published
15th Sep 2022 1:00pm
15th Sep 2022 1:00pm
Wraith Ascension
shining cryptical forms
morphing effortless
smoking spheres
crystallising circuitous
matrix of cloud
steeling spectre
climbing nether fog of fallow night
hooking tail anchors
primevil
arcing backbone
propelling gargantuan wings
digesting the lone ball of light
dragon, bat and wyvern?
why are thee so hellbent
with thy frost breathing heathen on heaven?
morphing effortless
smoking spheres
crystallising circuitous
matrix of cloud
steeling spectre
climbing nether fog of fallow night
hooking tail anchors
primevil
arcing backbone
propelling gargantuan wings
digesting the lone ball of light
dragon, bat and wyvern?
why are thee so hellbent
with thy frost breathing heathen on heaven?
#dark
#evil
#clouds
#night
#shadows
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chy
Poem Published
12th Sep 2022 10:56pm
12th Sep 2022 10:56pm
Midnight River
a luminescent glow falls from the moon
peaking through translucent sky
reflecting off of the glimmering stream
reaching down and gliding pebbles
almost skipping with them
moss tickles her soles
an emerald fern
transparent cloth drapes over her bare flesh
soon wrapping her thighs and ascending her torso
sealing her chest with fabric
as she steps into the midnight river
a quiet soul
who breaths of clouds ...
peaking through translucent sky
reflecting off of the glimmering stream
reaching down and gliding pebbles
almost skipping with them
moss tickles her soles
an emerald fern
transparent cloth drapes over her bare flesh
soon wrapping her thighs and ascending her torso
sealing her chest with fabric
as she steps into the midnight river
a quiet soul
who breaths of clouds ...
#river
#moon
#clouds
#night
#nature
78 reads
10 Comments
abetterstart
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2022 11:02am
2nd Sep 2022 11:02am
storm chaser
i waited patiently
under
the growling sky,
pacing until
the rain
began it's journey,
i chased and traced
the flight
of the raindrops,
tired and weary
i went on,
taking an occasional
break,
i devoured
some of the raindrops,
tasting their heart
on my tongue
before
i swallow
their souls
under
the growling sky,
pacing until
the rain
began it's journey,
i chased and traced
the flight
of the raindrops,
tired and weary
i went on,
taking an occasional
break,
i devoured
some of the raindrops,
tasting their heart
on my tongue
before
i swallow
their souls
#sky
#clouds
#rain
#storm
#nature
61 reads
4 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
31st Aug 2022 4:22pm
31st Aug 2022 4:22pm
Days
Every day is just a normal day; there’s no special day.
It doesn’t matter whether it’s a cloudy day or a sunny day.
The sun still rises in the east and sets in the west.
So what’s the difference between yesterday and today?
Twenty-four hours are in a day, that’s what they say.
Even if it’s a windy day or a rainy day, it’s still a usual day.
They celebrate birthdays, holidays, and Christmas day.
No matter what happens on a specific day, a day is just a day.
Most days and nights, we experience common occurrences,
But unexpected things may...
It doesn’t matter whether it’s a cloudy day or a sunny day.
The sun still rises in the east and sets in the west.
So what’s the difference between yesterday and today?
Twenty-four hours are in a day, that’s what they say.
Even if it’s a windy day or a rainy day, it’s still a usual day.
They celebrate birthdays, holidays, and Christmas day.
No matter what happens on a specific day, a day is just a day.
Most days and nights, we experience common occurrences,
But unexpected things may...
#sun
#clouds
#rain
#wind
#rhyming
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
26th Aug 2022 2:19pm
26th Aug 2022 2:19pm
Cratered Gem!
No stone sets better then the Moon in June
With no band finer than clouds for its gold,
Which slips, like a crescent shaped amber balloon,
Into the ocean's gray embrace of cold.
The clockwork arms of Atlas ease the path
So only silent ripples ride the sea
As Luna dips into her salty bath
Of ancient tidal nodality...
Trading, with every orbital measure,
Some sky...for a place to hide her treasure!
With no band finer than clouds for its gold,
Which slips, like a crescent shaped amber balloon,
Into the ocean's gray embrace of cold.
The clockwork arms of Atlas ease the path
So only silent ripples ride the sea
As Luna dips into her salty bath
Of ancient tidal nodality...
Trading, with every orbital measure,
Some sky...for a place to hide her treasure!
#sea
#moon
#clouds
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
19th Aug 2022 3:29am
19th Aug 2022 3:29am
Spanish Gold
Hot clouds swarmed a tropical moon
Shining like a piece of pirate eight
Or half a freshly minted doubloon
Issued to pay for heavenly freight
Hoisting high in the eastern sky
And drifting into the settling west;
A course whereby she must comply
Well above each ocean wavelet crest
Treasure twinkling in all her beams
And Neptune's lofty diaphanous mist
Zephyr borne into the jets and streams
From all the waves those breezes kissed;
Now reaching up to cool her face...
From the solar wind on her state of grace!
Shining like a piece of pirate eight
Or half a freshly minted doubloon
Issued to pay for heavenly freight
Hoisting high in the eastern sky
And drifting into the settling west;
A course whereby she must comply
Well above each ocean wavelet crest
Treasure twinkling in all her beams
And Neptune's lofty diaphanous mist
Zephyr borne into the jets and streams
From all the waves those breezes kissed;
Now reaching up to cool her face...
From the solar wind on her state of grace!
#sea
#moon
#sky
#clouds
#night
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
12th Aug 2022 9:14am
12th Aug 2022 9:14am
Weather Report
At first, I feared December would find the Muses on hiatus, particularly Urania, barred from her earthbound devotees due to the increased nimbostratus activity that the month is typically guilty of. But Quadrature Luna, she of gentler tides, has been a fetching sight these past few nights through gaps in the sportive clouds of Autumn's final weeks. Urania and Luna were often in cahoots. Luna in actinic skirmish with the playful mist as Urania inveigled Orion to rise theatrically in the east, as if the old boy were engaged in a boundless frolic with our coquettish satellite as she strove...
#sky
#clouds
#nature #mythology
#nature #mythology
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runningturtle87
Poem Published
10th Aug 2022 3:51am
10th Aug 2022 3:51am
Who Then
Who Then
Who
do I
have to fuck
to get kissed
around here?
Who then?
Tortured
to torture,
Cogito ergo cum.
Who
do I
have to fuck
to get kissed
around here?
Who then?
Tortured
to torture,
Cogito ergo cum.
#sky
#clouds
#nature
113 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
6th Aug 2022 7:49am
6th Aug 2022 7:49am
Moonrise
Twas the richest gold I'd ever seen
Rising on the first full night of spring
And it gave the clouds an extra sheen
That only a lunar queen might swing
Through her stream of houri veils
In all tack of ocherous flow
Shaming the glow worms in their swales
Who envy her regal tableau
Of redirected solar beams,
Which stoke the stoves of desire,
As elemental to our dreams
...As any atomic fire
Exalting, no where near as soon,
As the waning of the full Worm Moon!
Rising on the first full night of spring
And it gave the clouds an extra sheen
That only a lunar queen might swing
Through her stream of houri veils
In all tack of ocherous flow
Shaming the glow worms in their swales
Who envy her regal tableau
Of redirected solar beams,
Which stoke the stoves of desire,
As elemental to our dreams
...As any atomic fire
Exalting, no where near as soon,
As the waning of the full Worm Moon!
#moon
#clouds
#night
50 reads
3 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Aug 2022 11:39pm
5th Aug 2022 11:39pm
Inveigled!
She rose in chubby Quadrature
To prove she had the finest gold
And that her pocks were not too old
To be considered haute couture.
But then an icy cloud flew past
To briefly shade her royal face
Hoping, perhaps, to save a trace
Of mankind from her moonbeam blast!
But clouds take on a losing task
And though they try with all their might
To shade us with their misty masque
From all those beams in constant flight,
We will...inevitably bask
In the glory of her lunar light!
To prove she had the finest gold
And that her pocks were not too old
To be considered haute couture.
But then an icy cloud flew past
To briefly shade her royal face
Hoping, perhaps, to save a trace
Of mankind from her moonbeam blast!
But clouds take on a losing task
And though they try with all their might
To shade us with their misty masque
From all those beams in constant flight,
We will...inevitably bask
In the glory of her lunar light!
#moon
#sky
#clouds
#spring
#night
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Aug 2022 6:59am
5th Aug 2022 6:59am
Serenitatis
Cruising through a late afternoon
Of cirrus churn in bluest sky
Was the waxing of the quarter moon
To beam delight into my eye!
The clouds blew past in wispy streaks
With gossamer tendrils hanging down
To brush fair Luna's cratered cheeks...
As if to mollify a frown.
Yet she was chin up into the west
And did not need the cloud's embrace
Since she knew that she was meteor blessed
Albeit in her craggy face,
Glowing now...with old angel dreams...
And atom powered halo beams!
Of cirrus churn in bluest sky
Was the waxing of the quarter moon
To beam delight into my eye!
The clouds blew past in wispy streaks
With gossamer tendrils hanging down
To brush fair Luna's cratered cheeks...
As if to mollify a frown.
Yet she was chin up into the west
And did not need the cloud's embrace
Since she knew that she was meteor blessed
Albeit in her craggy face,
Glowing now...with old angel dreams...
And atom powered halo beams!
#moon
#sky
#clouds
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