BeginningPoet
James B.P.
James B.P.
Poem Published
14th Apr 2021 11:07pm
14th Apr 2021 11:07pm
Clouds Again
scattered
soft patches
of clouds,
happy
smiling clouds,
skipping
dancing
twirling
themselves,
laughing
across
a backdrop
of blue,
those cotton
candy puffs
float by,
beautiful
and swift
or just
being lazy,
you change
your shapes
just as easily
with the wind,
you whisper
your secret
then
float away.
soft patches
of clouds,
happy
smiling clouds,
skipping
dancing
twirling
themselves,
laughing
across
a backdrop
of blue,
those cotton
candy puffs
float by,
beautiful
and swift
or just
being lazy,
you change
your shapes
just as easily
with the wind,
you whisper
your secret
then
float away.
#sky
#clouds
#nature
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DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
12th Apr 2021 9:29pm
12th Apr 2021 9:29pm
10 Minute Write
But what about?
Perhaps the chance to be devout to clouds.
Though the blank blue sky will draw no eyes.
On this day of swirling news with mixed reviews.
The only clouds that linger are held by my nicotine fingers.
Oh, how i hate the rhyming of those two words.
Too commonly used.
Too poetically abused.
Like "ground" to "down", yes we get it.
So as my mind sifts blank, it matches the day, at least in the ever changing painting above.
No strokes of any brushes, as only the wind rushes, as with the ever changing volumn of my...
Perhaps the chance to be devout to clouds.
Though the blank blue sky will draw no eyes.
On this day of swirling news with mixed reviews.
The only clouds that linger are held by my nicotine fingers.
Oh, how i hate the rhyming of those two words.
Too commonly used.
Too poetically abused.
Like "ground" to "down", yes we get it.
So as my mind sifts blank, it matches the day, at least in the ever changing painting above.
No strokes of any brushes, as only the wind rushes, as with the ever changing volumn of my...
#sky
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BeginningPoet
James B.P.
James B.P.
Poem Published
12th Apr 2021 10:28am
12th Apr 2021 10:28am
early morning
those
solitude hours
passing
peacefully,
the rest
of the world
becoming
non existent,
then
the first
beginning
of that
magical light
wanders
through
the darkness,
everything
is fresh,
with all new
possibilities.
solitude hours
passing
peacefully,
the rest
of the world
becoming
non existent,
then
the first
beginning
of that
magical light
wanders
through
the darkness,
everything
is fresh,
with all new
possibilities.
#sky
#morning
#nature #dawn
#nature #dawn
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BeginningPoet
James B.P.
James B.P.
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 7:48am
9th Apr 2021 7:48am
Blossoms Pass
the rich
cherry trees
are standing
in cooler breeze
pink blossoms
there by chance
in innocence
soft little dance
their conductor
slight wind
ageless limbs
bow and bend
in no time
they are gone
for that shortness
a beautiful song
now days pass
not one single tear
given time again
they return next year
cherry trees
are standing
in cooler breeze
pink blossoms
there by chance
in innocence
soft little dance
their conductor
slight wind
ageless limbs
bow and bend
in no time
they are gone
for that shortness
a beautiful song
now days pass
not one single tear
given time again
they return next year
#trees
#sky
#wind
#nature
#LifeCycle
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4 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 3:20am
9th Apr 2021 3:20am
LOOKING AT SHAPES IN CLOUDS
as seen from your back
on the field of rough grass and
flowers that tickle as the world
gets a little bit warmer:
two tellers of stories
meet in the ether
turn into the subjects of
each other’s art form
anything but crushed
by the weight of the sky
hands drawing the shape
of yielding hands
ghosts caught in suspension
whispered over the earth
by a voice so far away
it cannot be heard
on the field of rough grass and
flowers that tickle as the world
gets a little bit warmer:
two tellers of stories
meet in the ether
turn into the subjects of
each other’s art form
anything but crushed
by the weight of the sky
hands drawing the shape
of yielding hands
ghosts caught in suspension
whispered over the earth
by a voice so far away
it cannot be heard
#sky
#clouds
#God
#ghosts
#NaPoWriMo2021
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BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
6th Apr 2021 5:50pm
6th Apr 2021 5:50pm
Mossy Skull
Nestled against roots older than time
Warm, glittery rays of spring sunlight
Flittering as the leaves move back and forth
The moss growing tightly against the white
The soft greys and browns highlighting the curves
Enhancing the cracks and deep open sockets
An eternal grin facing the clear blue sky
Forever enjoying the world cycle
Warm, glittery rays of spring sunlight
Flittering as the leaves move back and forth
The moss growing tightly against the white
The soft greys and browns highlighting the curves
Enhancing the cracks and deep open sockets
An eternal grin facing the clear blue sky
Forever enjoying the world cycle
#death
#sky
#spring
#nature
#TimeHeals
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BeginningPoet
James B.P.
James B.P.
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2021 11:55am
2nd Apr 2021 11:55am
Came The Winds
beautiful skies
fill with
coming winds,
slowly passing,
caressing
the hours
with brushes
from
gentle hands,
touching,
singing,
the waves
of flowers
dance,
her song
echoing
a vivid
symphony,
then
moving on.
fill with
coming winds,
slowly passing,
caressing
the hours
with brushes
from
gentle hands,
touching,
singing,
the waves
of flowers
dance,
her song
echoing
a vivid
symphony,
then
moving on.
#flowers
#sky
#wind #nature
#wind #nature
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Pishashee
Poem Published
31st Mar 2021 4:16am
31st Mar 2021 4:16am
They color my world.
I go there when I need them
because thier hearts
soar, through all the
yon orangey sunsets
feathered in carotenoid.
Ah yes, the carotenoid sunsets. This is how the most
vibrant birds do
get thier wonderful colorful colors.
because thier hearts
soar, through all the
yon orangey sunsets
feathered in carotenoid.
Ah yes, the carotenoid sunsets. This is how the most
vibrant birds do
get thier wonderful colorful colors.
#birds
#sky
#nature
#aliens
#art
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BeginningPoet
James B.P.
James B.P.
Poem Published
26th Mar 2021 10:19am
26th Mar 2021 10:19am
Storms Rage
waking up
from remnants
of sleep,
the sonic boom
of thunder
and the echo
of blue flashes
coming
closer and closer,
rain billowing in
bending
moment by moment
seconds
slowly tick away,
the storms
flowing
and the water
outside
roars
a disgruntled
conversation,
the sounds
playing
havoc
with an old
worn out roof
that was
too tired
and beyond
caring,
its strength ...
from remnants
of sleep,
the sonic boom
of thunder
and the echo
of blue flashes
coming
closer and closer,
rain billowing in
bending
moment by moment
seconds
slowly tick away,
the storms
flowing
and the water
outside
roars
a disgruntled
conversation,
the sounds
playing
havoc
with an old
worn out roof
that was
too tired
and beyond
caring,
its strength ...
#sky
#rain
#storm
#wind
#nature
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12 Comments
theyrejustwords
Poem Published
25th Mar 2021 8:33pm
25th Mar 2021 8:33pm
cables
the gentle rumble of the car
shakes the metal bottle in the cup holder
next to my mom’s elbow.
when the asphalt switches to cement
there’s a drowning hum that
lifts me from my thoughts.
must be a bridge.
the leather seats are cold.
but I’m the perfect height to take up
all the space they have to offer.
slowly
as if not at all
the black cables
through the window
above my feet
snake across the sky.
below the sun’s reach I’m
imbued in being
nowhere in particular.
shakes the metal bottle in the cup holder
next to my mom’s elbow.
when the asphalt switches to cement
there’s a drowning hum that
lifts me from my thoughts.
must be a bridge.
the leather seats are cold.
but I’m the perfect height to take up
all the space they have to offer.
slowly
as if not at all
the black cables
through the window
above my feet
snake across the sky.
below the sun’s reach I’m
imbued in being
nowhere in particular.
#childhood
#sky
#cars
#escape
#nostalgia
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4 Comments
BeginningPoet
James B.P.
James B.P.
Poem Published
25th Mar 2021 9:45am
25th Mar 2021 9:45am
Tomorrow's Moments
talk to me
aching,
weeping sun,
the landscape
accepting
the hill's
darkness,
growing tired,
the fields
have now
become sleepy,
bound evenly
the moon rises,
candlelight
stretches
out
each window,
tomorrow's
moments
will wait
aching,
weeping sun,
the landscape
accepting
the hill's
darkness,
growing tired,
the fields
have now
become sleepy,
bound evenly
the moon rises,
candlelight
stretches
out
each window,
tomorrow's
moments
will wait
#sky
#morning
#night #nature
#night #nature
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Skulltime_king
Poem Published
16th Mar 2021 00:19am
16th Mar 2021 00:19am
grey sky's
The sky was dark as day,
no one knew why it's this way
The sky is dark as day,
Everyone knew why it was that way
But the truth is,
No one knew, and everyone knows
when the sky's go gray
The people will scream!
Death to all who knew,
And to all who know,
For we have nowhere left to go
Grey turns to light and light turns to dark
There's nothing left to catch spark
The sky was dark as day,
The sky is dark as day,
There is no reason it's this way
There's no one left to care
Everyone wouldn't see
That the...
no one knew why it's this way
The sky is dark as day,
Everyone knew why it was that way
But the truth is,
No one knew, and everyone knows
when the sky's go gray
The people will scream!
Death to all who knew,
And to all who know,
For we have nowhere left to go
Grey turns to light and light turns to dark
There's nothing left to catch spark
The sky was dark as day,
The sky is dark as day,
There is no reason it's this way
There's no one left to care
Everyone wouldn't see
That the...
#death
#sky
#suffering
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