Sky Poems
#sky
Sky poems, poetry about the horizon, sunset, sunrise, clouds, weather, blue skies and stars in sky at night. Poems the beauty of the sky, nature and the universe.
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It was a doozy of a star
that shot from south to north
in flying colors most bizarre
sizzling back and forth.
But that event, so rare and quick,
in no way could compare,
to Luna's witching hour trick
for mesmerizing air!
And so I sat there in the yard
upon a cushioned chair
and gave the moon a slow regard
via hypnotic stare.
Next thing I knew the skies were bright
and stars began to fade
when cognizance returned the sight...
where once those moonbeams played.
that shot from south to north
in flying colors most bizarre
sizzling back and forth.
But that event, so rare and quick,
in no way could compare,
to Luna's witching hour trick
for mesmerizing air!
And so I sat there in the yard
upon a cushioned chair
and gave the moon a slow regard
via hypnotic stare.
Next thing I knew the skies were bright
and stars began to fade
when cognizance returned the sight...
where once those moonbeams played.
#moon
#sky
#night #dawn
#night #dawn
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I Hope You Can See Me Now
I have comfort
In the fact
That you are looking
At the same cotton candy sky
I am
isn’t that so strangely beautiful?
You are in heaven
And I on earth
Yet we still view the same sky
In the fact
That you are looking
At the same cotton candy sky
I am
isn’t that so strangely beautiful?
You are in heaven
And I on earth
Yet we still view the same sky
#sky
#heaven
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Be Positive In Your Universal Movements
Do you carry the interpretations of being a good influencer of the mind, or forsaken the brethren of mankind for the comforts of false riches
The power of self to sustain borrowed time in the province we call life resides in the heart, mind, and soul from past lives you may have upon evolution’s wishes
By the blood of the lamb, you have choices who you are, who will you become, and how you chose to live
Evil, wickedness, to appease the masses ...
The power of self to sustain borrowed time in the province we call life resides in the heart, mind, and soul from past lives you may have upon evolution’s wishes
By the blood of the lamb, you have choices who you are, who will you become, and how you chose to live
Evil, wickedness, to appease the masses ...
#trees
#sun
#moon
#sky
#water
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i rushed out
i rushed out
to count
each blade
of grass,
to count
each bloom,
to hear
each song
coming from
the counted
trees
in my
vicinity,
to watch
each cloud,
each sparkle
of sunshine,
not trying
to count
these
uncountable
smiles.
to count
each blade
of grass,
to count
each bloom,
to hear
each song
coming from
the counted
trees
in my
vicinity,
to watch
each cloud,
each sparkle
of sunshine,
not trying
to count
these
uncountable
smiles.
#trees
#flowers
#sky
#clouds
#nature
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The Seen and Unforeseen
I had just succeeded in shaking the world off, like a Pop! and started my journey alone up the mountain. No one wanted to go with me, and I didn’t waste any time on the offer of such an adventure.
It was as though I had been waiting on a sign from God my whole life, and had just gotten an answer, telling me I could go. I readied to get myself together. I felt blessed with a mind that lay wide open to receive such a treasure and began the journey. I was going to write a book. And even though I had been thinking about this swell book since I was a little girl. I didn’t know...
It was as though I had been waiting on a sign from God my whole life, and had just gotten an answer, telling me I could go. I readied to get myself together. I felt blessed with a mind that lay wide open to receive such a treasure and began the journey. I was going to write a book. And even though I had been thinking about this swell book since I was a little girl. I didn’t know...
#river
#sky
#nature #WritingPoetry
#nature #WritingPoetry
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Caerulean Warmth
paint I the words instead
when sight eludes a treasure trove
of the many wonders that reside
in boundless fields high up above
there high above dreams may take flight
with puffy clouds as hopes and fears
collide and embrace so tight
above the canvas wide imagination soars
vast and grand the skies above
it is the honey warmth on your skin
the coolness of a breeze in puffs of breath
that evoke that gentle touch felt within
with your mortal eyes you may not see
your spirit's sight will always be free
when sight eludes a treasure trove
of the many wonders that reside
in boundless fields high up above
there high above dreams may take flight
with puffy clouds as hopes and fears
collide and embrace so tight
above the canvas wide imagination soars
vast and grand the skies above
it is the honey warmth on your skin
the coolness of a breeze in puffs of breath
that evoke that gentle touch felt within
with your mortal eyes you may not see
your spirit's sight will always be free
#sky
#WritingPoetry
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God's Closet
Lay down your limitations
and reach above---
how much can the sky, hold?
Can you feel the rain
and rungs on Jacob's ladder?
Or the tingle that preceeds
thunder?
The rush of air
beneath bird's wings
and the manna that fell on dry deserts.
Push aside their chemtrails--
they are no match
for the heat of the sun
and blessings that drop
into our souls , from above.
Do you hear the breath of God
as winds blow
dandelion puffs
across your skin?
Ignore...
and reach above---
how much can the sky, hold?
Can you feel the rain
and rungs on Jacob's ladder?
Or the tingle that preceeds
thunder?
The rush of air
beneath bird's wings
and the manna that fell on dry deserts.
Push aside their chemtrails--
they are no match
for the heat of the sun
and blessings that drop
into our souls , from above.
Do you hear the breath of God
as winds blow
dandelion puffs
across your skin?
Ignore...
#sky
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weeping rain
no breathing
wind,
in truth
my night
black,
a thing
to hide,
confusing hands,
the weeping
rain spying
without echos,
then again
in
my mind,
time pounded
outside,
doing their
slow living,
slim down
and erased.
wind,
in truth
my night
black,
a thing
to hide,
confusing hands,
the weeping
rain spying
without echos,
then again
in
my mind,
time pounded
outside,
doing their
slow living,
slim down
and erased.
#sky
#clouds
#rain
#wind
#nature
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huge delirious windows
these huge
delirious
windows,
curtains like
low cut
dresses,
seeing
the sensual
twilight,
the flesh
of
the evening
danced,
and i
will not
forget how
you look
tonight.
delirious
windows,
curtains like
low cut
dresses,
seeing
the sensual
twilight,
the flesh
of
the evening
danced,
and i
will not
forget how
you look
tonight.
#sky
#night
#nature
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bird and sky
the bird saw the freedom in the sky,
the sky saw need of the bird.
the sun told me stories,
the bird lifted its head,
seeing the freedom of the sky.
i watched the scene,
it almost became too much.
feathers like birds ran through the air.
the bird saw the freedom of the sky,
different color of feathers flew.
the sun watched it all.
he waited patiently
the bird drank from the air.
the day applauded the spectacle
and nature smiled...
the sky saw need of the bird.
the sun told me stories,
the bird lifted its head,
seeing the freedom of the sky.
i watched the scene,
it almost became too much.
feathers like birds ran through the air.
the bird saw the freedom of the sky,
different color of feathers flew.
the sun watched it all.
he waited patiently
the bird drank from the air.
the day applauded the spectacle
and nature smiled...
#earth
#birds
#sky
#clouds
#nature
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The Prized Florets
The plum tree alabaster blooms
began to fall as soon as born,
so briefly do their forms adorn
their orchard twig and branch heirlooms
blowing free in the wind and sun
and clarity of middle March,
with one trunk growing as an arch,,,
as if the wood was having fun!
Accustomed more to midnight shade
I sat beneath the breezy blue
and watched the afternoon ensue
like heaven on a fresh parade!
Wherein each backlit bloom on high
was manna to...each winter eye!
began to fall as soon as born,
so briefly do their forms adorn
their orchard twig and branch heirlooms
blowing free in the wind and sun
and clarity of middle March,
with one trunk growing as an arch,,,
as if the wood was having fun!
Accustomed more to midnight shade
I sat beneath the breezy blue
and watched the afternoon ensue
like heaven on a fresh parade!
Wherein each backlit bloom on high
was manna to...each winter eye!
#sun
#sky
#wind #gratitude
#wind #gratitude
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that storm came
that storm
came,
up early
enough
while
still dark
outside,
arguing
with himself,
waking
the morning
from
its sleep,
deciding
it wasn't
worth
arguing alone.
came,
up early
enough
while
still dark
outside,
arguing
with himself,
waking
the morning
from
its sleep,
deciding
it wasn't
worth
arguing alone.
#sky
#rain
#storm
#morning
#nature
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