RSS Feed

Tag Archives: clouds

A clouded Imagination

I lay and look into the sky
Watching all the clouds float by,
It’s strange the different shapes I see
Imagining what they could be,
Before they break and the rain falls
They move and mould and create more,
Shapes and things floating free
All the things I wish I could be,
All the animals I’ve never seen
Landmarks of places I’ve never been,
It’s strange to think they are more than just clouds
Imagination taking over the here and now.
Abbe Cutforth

I Have Noticed You at Night. – Promote Yourself

facesxxxxxxxx
I have noticed you at night.
Your promise laden presence
Precedes you into every room
And I forget to breathe.
 
I have noticed you at night,
Floating in a cloud of faces
That fade to grey, pale to post scripts
In the light electric of your smile. 
 
I have noticed you at night,
Stolen glances, crowded rooms
And dreamt of drowning (once again)
In pools of cerulean blue. 
 
I have noticed you at night,
Veiled in an air of intimacy
And, if frank, rue the fact it’s worn
For someone else. Not me. 
 
I have noticed you at night,
And found, despite myself,
I celebrate your living,
And  am blessed  to see you loving.
 Christopher Leach

Wanderlust of Rain – Promote Yourself

It was wonderful to come across your website and see a community of poetry lovers. I would like to take this opportunity to share one of my recent poetry on Rain. Would be delighted if this gets featured on your website 

rain222222222

A wait of months,

A struggle of a year,

and I was transformed.

I teared the clouds,

I swayed in the arms of air,

I can see what lies beneath.

I touched the cheeks of trees,

Knocked the windowsill

and kissed the ground.

I am floating, to mix with the sea,

the skies await,

A mingled chain, wanderlust of Rain.

This poetry is also featured on my blog Camera Lore.

Thank You & Regards,

Reema Sathe

The air and it’s clouds

Wispy wonders that flow through the air
Or bubbly blobs that move here and there
Cirrus and Stratus an unlikely pair
Whilst Cumulonimbus brings rain and despair
 
Up in the air there’s a candy floss land
That no-one can touch with a regular hand
Try as they may, try as they might
Most of the clouds come out late at night
 
Then one day, from out of nowhere
Came Cirrocumulus bibbly bubbly everywhere
He flew up and down making mackerel sky
How wonderful did everyone cry
 
Then as the night came, our bobbly friend
Whispered away the early day clouds
Waiting for sunrise to come over the land
He looked at the watch he kept on his hand
 
Drifting away he closed his eyes
Dreaming ’bout a wonderful surprise
As Cirrus did go, Stratus did come
A lovely time, oh what fun
 
By Erin Holmes and Mollie Smith(both aged 13years)
(02/07/12)

CLOUDS – Promote Yourself

clou

Sunrise

sunsisexxxxxxxxxxx

I watched the sun arising
Within the morning sky
A chilly breeze caressed my face
As the shadows of the sun passed by

All was quiet and peaceful
As I felt the warmth upon my face
I was in oar at the reflections
As they danced all over the place

As the sun arose in all its glory
Clouds of fluffy white appeared
Drifting slowly across the sun
Not a sound could be heard

I found all this very relaxing
Because we take nature for granted
We can sometime forget
At the beauty she has planted

It instils the very soul with energy
It opens our very censors to see
With a sense of clear vision
Without nature it just would not be

Malcolm G Bradshaw

Song

  
songbirdxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
 
It made me look and stop awhile
 
This song from bellowed breast
 
On high, on branch, a feathered one
 
Without a spring-time nest
 
 
 
Low winter sun escaped the clouds
 
And stroked the preening bird
 
Deep traffic flowed below the elm
 
But still the song was heard
 
 
 
The songbird sang for all things new
 
A voice of fledgling hope
 
Dancing from each ancient branch
 
In fine plumage of bespoke
 
 
 
I took my leave as day departed
 
A song took flight from where it started.
Stephen Hollaway

In my millionth moment

It is in my millionth  moment

  That I need

To sit beside the calmest sea,

Where I could spot a pirate,

On a desert island

hiding in a huge palm tree,

I could run along

The water’s edge

And feel the softness of the sand,

I could follow the clouds

To the promised land

In my millionth moment

Or I could sit in a sea cave,

And anticipate in isolation,

How far I could stretch my imagination

Across the deepest blue waves,

In my millionth moment

I could imagine a mermaid

Visiting me in my sea cave,

reading my future From old tea leaves,

Telling me stories

Of pirates and thieves,

Who hide in huge palm trees

In my millionth moment

By Gillian Sims

%d bloggers like this: