On Cloud 9 Poems - Poems about On Cloud 9

... For my dearest grand-daughter A fantasy wish for me and you, To dance the whole night through, To rent a clown and laugh all night, Ride star beams that shine so bright, And play with snow......Read the rest...

...Know that! growing pains are tough for us even the gains are games some time for fun Let us refrain from the reason and shut up! Allow me to explain windy roads instead so let us begin With love f......Read the rest...

... The rhapsody of rainbow melts in morose mélange, the concoction of colors bleeds in silence, sucked out of crumbled core of cloud, soothing rain rinses the stains on broken hearts, sha......Read the rest...

... I'm the girl who gets lost Does she ever come back? only in pieces I think This cloud chaser that I am Dissappears bit by bit A life of incomplete sentences, unfinished poems I've become a co......Read the rest...

... I walked the garden path holding all the intimate hands, nurtured in the impermanent world the hope of durability of me loved and belonged, and me owning and retaining. Times changed, didn’t ......Read the rest...

... The charcoal cloud miasmic, melts in the ashen scorched sky, summer drizzle descends with the fascinating flotilla that floats in the arid air. The seeping spectrum of the setting scarl......Read the rest...

... Raining in summer ! Always nice to bless, whether showers be heavy, more or less. Rains moisten to cool, soothe and impress. Me to face tropical sizzling summer, ......Read the rest...

... The stream cascades skyward in swirling spate of ebullience with the dancing shadows of trees swaying entranced. Tempting topaz dew makes dainty diadem on glinting grass tips, weaves liltin......Read the rest...

... Written: May 21, 2024, For Edward Ibeh Contest “If you look closely you can see that they are all interconnected, symbolic of a never-ending circle in which it is simply impossibl......Read the rest...

... “When there’s Summer rain, have no regrets. It isn’t raining rain, it’s raining violets. When you see clouds upon the hill, You really see crowds of daffodils” – B.G.DeSilva Tiny droplets......Read the rest...

...The Lord is my sculptor I will chisel rightly, He holds my hand and directs it. He opens my mind to visualize the deep, He brings light to my mind, He opens a craft book for me because of His loving ......Read the rest...

...The ecosystem of cyberspace; I am left wanting to latibulate high atop this swaying tree; Similar to a spider who’s web holds on to a bug for dear life; Knowing it eventually has to eat; A......Read the rest...

...The whispering wind still calls out my name With an echoing breeze that haunts me A mournful reminder of all my shame That forever will tease and taunt me Under the watchful dead eyes of the b......Read the rest...

...Like a bird freed from a cage I felt the liberating touch of age. As I danced beneath the moonlight My troubled mind took flight Shedding worries and endless plight. I was free, free as a cloud ......Read the rest...

... I was one of the cool set, navy blue duffle coat, scarf around my neck, seated at a table in Pepe's Coffee Lounge discussing Baudelaire and T.S. Eliot and the demise of the political elites......Read the rest...