Clouds Poems
If Only You Were Here... (Keep The Thought)
by Anisha Nyambe
If only you were here…
hold onto that thought and say
"I am here, " while your head is still in the clouds.
Hold onto that thought and say, "I am here"
while all the stars surround you and conceal your scars.
Hold onto that thought and say, "I am here"
while wanting is enough for me to live on.
Hold onto that thought and say, "I am here"
while you're dancing in pointed shoes away from your world and mine.
Hold onto that thought and say, "I am here"
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A Sonnet 09: Conversation In The Moon
by Ayatullah Nurjati
It would be better if I met you in the clouds
In that place I can be longing you in the clouds penetrated by the brilliant orange sky
In the lack of oxygen, I can see that your face is blushing there; your beauty never fades even in black clouds
Everything in you is clear and there is no hypocrisy even though it changes from orange to blue sky
Your personality is there
The further fly into space the more I love you
Your name is also imprinted in the earth's atmosphere
While my name is clearly written on your white dress, the clearer up there I love you
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Clashing Colors
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
the clouds were charcoal
with deep azure peeking through
sun and mists clashing
beautiful drama
surprised, eyes turned to the skies
on the path of blooms
ever changing days
what we knew gone suddenly
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A Sonnet 02: Party Clouds
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Purple Clouds swaying at dusk
As if hugging tightly my longing that doesn't want to be separated from the desire to have YOU
There is a longing and love similar to that of a clove cigarette lover who smokes cornhusk
Unbearable longing is like a cloud that is ready to spew its longing over the earth and that is YOU
The sun was already dim and leaving only a dim light
Smiling shyly the moon grinned at the horizon
Everything goes according to spaceflight
Indeed, all have their respective roles, but different in love like the water that never stops flowing in the Amazon
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clouds : new form poetry
by Ghairo Daniels
[Poet’s Note : This Poem was placed 3rd in
International Contest ]
CloUdmisty for Me
cloudscape hold space
aS 888 cLOuDs •••••cloUDsss
waVes white into Void
••••cLouD_ass SKY WaveSs cl
WAvvveeS OUDs 666
CL OoouuuuDddds
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Cloud Dwelling
by Ghairo Daniels
CLOUD DWELLING
I choose to dwell among
sailing clouds for a while
here fleshlessness is style
silver state of bliss I soak
to return is to freshly cloak
no lungs or liver have I here
don’t sleep weep or sweep
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clouds : new form poetry
by Ghairo Daniels
[Poet’s Note : This Poem was placed 3rd in
International Contest ]
CloUdmisty for Me
cloudscape hold space
aS 888 cLOuDs •••••cloUDsss
waVes white into Void
••••cLouD_ass SKY WaveSs cl
WAvvveeS OUDs 666
CL OoouuuuDddds
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The Sky Never Answers
by Ayatullah Nurjati
On the silent night roof, I asked a question to the sky that stretched like an old wound that never healed.
"Why is this world so quiet even though it is full of screams?"
"Why is justice only a shadow, while injustice sits on a magnificent throne?"
The sky was silent.
The stars twinkled as if avoiding me.
The clouds passed without any intention of explaining.
The wind just passed by, like a friend who didn't know what to say.
I kept asking—until my heart became an echo that bounced into my own chest.
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The weight of dusk
by Little Dark age
Hues of pink and purple tuck the day,
Now fading into gray—
A fragile husk, an empty shell,
Now quiet in the dusk.
Soft, wispy clouds of fluff drift low and slow,
Their curves kissed by a golden glow.
They blush and hush, then pale with grace,
As dusk begins to take their place.
They cradle your silent ache,
The weight you never dared to wake.
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Marshmallow Clouds
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Masses of creamy clouds give me pause, in sweetest summer,
as they drift away like honey dreams, in lazy days of slumber.
Radiant, world class travelers, changing colors like sun jewels,
sharing secrets, like winking stars, in mystic, creeping rituals.
Here today, gone tomorrow, like pink dragonfly, gilded by sun.
Maybe faces will soon be imagined, in forms, so like gold, spun.
Always they seem very near, from green mountaintop so lofty,
letting one have a glimpse of heaven, while enjoying a coffee.
Lavender and lace is oft seen at even, floating off to nowhere,
or perhaps to rest in mysterious, gemmed bedrooms in the air.
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