Clouds Poems - Poems about Clouds

Oh, those cloudy, sunless days; time to visit inner views. No distractions in my mind luring me outdoors to play, hiding what lies deep inside. Clouds grant clarity to thoughts- to write deeper poems then. ...

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I wonder if I search for storm clouds in peoples eyes or if I put them there. Shocked when the rain starts and the thunder roars. Lightning flashes. I wonder if the rain stops. I wonder at rain drops. Falling, stalling, halting. I wonder at anger. Where it comes from and when it will pass. The smell of...

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A mackerel sky fillets a fish scaled village, an ear clapping, full sailed, fog moors itself to the rooftops, then hides all in a breezeless blear. Rheumy eyes peep out from nets, damp noses sniff abaft trawling drapes. Cloth in hand, potbellied proprietors battle the splatter and spray, dabbing at mildewed shelves, warding away slopping waders and salty puddles. On the sightless sea far beyond the shore...

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the sky that we know so deep and wide and i am sure those clouds that reach the shore once more...

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The clouds are swirling in the wind, Unique designs appear within. An artist’s brush could be the air, For many forms are found up there. Look up there, it’s a swimming whale, ‘Twill quickly change with the next gale. It seems so strange to change so much, It makes it hard to keep in touch. There’s a ship with the flag raised high, It...

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an overcast Kansas day the kind that gives you a sunburn without any sun the clouds are dark grayish blue thick sluggish unmoving I stare into them seeking my Archangel Michael...

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Through the rain that sings melancholic melodies, coal clouds weave their dark dreams, I pray to reach a realm where eagles lift the skies with wings of gold, to free myself from the shadows of preachers who spread dogmas in the night, to rise above the Himalayan cliffs, covered by eternal snows, far from the soul thieves who prey...

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Matsuo Basho: English translations of haiku about clouds, geese, departing, empty nests and huts, lonely, loneliness, drinking alone, sake, longing, loss, death, hawks, the moon, Japanese culture. As clouds drift apart, so we two separate: wild geese departing. —Matsuo Basho, translation by Michael R. Burch The old nest deserted, how empty now my next-door neighbor’s hut. —Matsuo Basho, translation by Michael R. Burch Yesterday? Departed, like...

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I search for your face in the scudding cloud. The fresh offshore sea breeze tucks at my hair, The timber of your voice, in tearful shroud. I search for your face in the scudding cloud, too painful to watch couples walking proud— the memory of you at heartstrings tear. I search for your face in the scudding cloud. The fresh offshore sea...

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dark clouds are forming a smell of rain in the air calm before the storm ...

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"Dancing in the rain is how we turn heartache into art."- unknown whine, buzz, warped air wet blanket heat rumbling, skies tear thundering, clouds meet Dance in the rain without'a care...

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A paper man Under paper clouds The sky is falling and he doesn’t know why His edges are folded He feels he’s undone There isn’t any warmth from a paper sun Cellophane grass Cardboard under feet He has a paper girlfriend With a paper heartbeat His feelings feel flat Just a few wrinkles Paper snow is falling A tinfoil star twinkles A world of my creation I just want to...

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the contour of clouds shapes the mountaintop into a mystery...

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The Cloud of Hell It was a perfect day, cobalt sky and azure, glittering sea When a stygian cloud came from the east, the Lord of Wars spat phlegm, spraying us with horror Inside this monstrosity, body parts, headless, were Flying by the noise was unearthly, and my little dog sheltered under my coat, I bought in Hamburg. When the cloud had...

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The sun wakes slow, a golden yawn, Stretching light across the dawn, Soft and warm, with rays that creep Through windowed eyes from gentle sleep. It drifts and dances, dips and hides, Plays peekaboo with clouds that glide, Bright beams spill in scattered showers, Kissing earth and blooming flowers. It tricks the colors, bends the hue, From green to gold, to deepest blue, Tickling the...

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