Rainstorms in my head,
thunder crashing against my eyes,
blizzards of primal sounds, a boundless chaos
under each closed eyelid.
Between death and life, peace and strife,
I will sleep upon a cliff edge of self -
as a curled kitten in the palm of a caretaker,
or a dreaming child within an iron skull
of extinction or survival,
I shall wait upon oblivion
as patient as any whittled stone
carved by every ancient wave of time.
There, shorn of identity,
surrender to one last apocalyptic tempest,
resting now as a silent voice
within its tumultuous cradle.
Clouds drift onward, dark and bright,
sailing softly out of sight.
The wind breathes free, a gentle sigh,
yet no law bends, no rules pass by.
A fleeting dance of air and time,
motion without reason, nor rhyme.
All things may shift, yet still remain,
for nature’s law holds firm, the same.
Emotions swell, then fade away,
like clouds that linger, then decay.
Joy and sorrow, swift they glide,
yet truth of heart will still abide.
A passing storm, a moment’s grace,
they move, yet keep their rooted place.
Through every mood, the soul’s refrain,
unchanged, its essence will remain.
Riding in the plane
Above the clouds
So beautiful so powerful
Imagining about angels
Where they live everyday?
The white thick clouds melting
Ascend from heaven
It felts scary to think
When we fall from heaven
The tears of Goddess
The smile of angels
The presence of white horse
In the play ground of heaven
Amen
the sun hides behind clouds
the prism of reality out of reach
~ I try to stay positive
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
oh
lord
i
see
statues
of
all
the
great men
who
sang out loud
are
only
made
of
drifting clouds
AUTUMN WINDS
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let the crisp autumn winds blow~
clouds pirouette in a rainbow sky.
Yes, you can see the sky
When you alive.
You sees the colours of sky that
may, reminds of the chapter of life.
Sometimes you are sad and cry!
And it rains from the sky. Please!!
Notice, sky not may beautiful by it’s won
So.. Why your life would be cool without deeds?
Ofcourse, it has no end. But you have!
Decorate your life as the sky does with clouds,sunlight, birds.. If sky tolerate the pollution, thunders.. Why can't you?
Anything you do, but at last..
You will be a little star of Nights sky.
Inkblot animals
migrating across the sky
tirelessly roaming
When storm clouds gather
overshadow the sun
and darkness overwhelms
has me on the run
I look on you as the lodestone
to a sense of calm serenity
see you as a compass of my own
to a place of quiet tranquility
when hard times follow
in the wake left behind
and troubles overtake
only to remind
in a yearning world
with all its sadness
and is out of joint
on a burning world
in all its madness
you are the still point
Each day,
I wake -
within,
a hope
for warm,
sunny,
blue skies;
and like
flower
petals,
with care,
slowly
open
my eyes.
Today,
I see,
just like
many
days ere,
dark clouds,
and so,
I sigh,
"I thought,
I got
away -
yet, once
again,
laid low".
Restless clouds hide
the sun and stars
as I drive alone.
A voice on the radio
asks what is important
now. My bones ache
and I embrace my dreams
as clouds pass overhead.
The voice talks about visions
of children as their lives lie
ahead, but I am older.
The tires on my car sing
as I embrace the moment,
but memories find their way
back to me and sit by my side.
I see the many faces of love.
I still hear their voices
the conversations, feeling the warmth
of every stolen moment
in the corner of a room.
The radio talks about time
about how it passes but is never lost.
The small town on The Mississippi
awakens with a whisper
and the river always flows.
The sun breaks through clouds
and glistens upon waters as they stir—
a revelation.
Every day I’m learning
to live again.
Why are all the fluffy clouds high up in the sky?
I know I’ll never own one however hard I try.
They could surely be my pillow, upon which to rest my head
Maybe I’d have two of them, to lay upon my bed.
Oh why can’t I just reach up and grab one for myself?
Why are they not in the shops, stacked upon the shelf?
I pray that when I sleep the angels might descend
Delivering some clouds for me and my best friend.
I look up to the heavens in the hope that I might see
A fluffy little cloud, just big enough for me,
I kneel beside my bed and close my eyes real tight
Wishing very hard that a cloud floats in tonight.
As the sun sets in the evening sky,
the pretty blue turns pink.
Oh my,
I am pink for the clouds to drink.
The moon must go to bed,
the sun must come out to play.
Marshmallow clouds meet the sun's rays,
I am pink showing off this new day.
dark clouds are forming
a smell of rain in the air
calm before the storm
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