Sky Poems | Examples of Sky Poetry

the moon is sleepless keeps stars at bay with dim smile nomadic travels...Read the rest...

Clouds of grey hues, Swim across the air above. A dove is flying high, Racing to reach his nest below. You can feel the rain, Drizzling droplets from the sky. Pouring as it comes, Faster and faster raindrops...Read the rest...

Feel the soft sea breeze Soak thrilling views of azure Seas and blue skies....Read the rest...

One day I’m gonna fly I promise the sky I do not know why But I’m gonna try For my dream will not dry Because I will not die Until I touch the sky To myself...Read the rest...

A long chain of each white wispy cloud, seemed so far but also so near Traveling the sky as if proud Soft enough, it could wipe a tear Drifting freely, with peace abound A simple sight with magnitude The signs of...Read the rest...

When I opened the window, the wind cut through, refreshing. It reminds me of something, laughter is heard, a lonely feeling, distant memories, from the depths of the heart, awaiting a new beginning. The wind...Read the rest...

As the saccharine shadows of daylight dims You can hear the melodies of eager eve Tangerine sunsets composing chrysanthemum hymns Songs that the sun with the zephyr does weave The tempo played by the vibrant sky is before us Marigolds...Read the rest...

Am I really this old, so many ghosts beckoning? —Michael R. Burch Sleepyheads! I recite my haiku to the inattentive lilies. —Michael R. Burch Stillness: the sound of petals drifting down softly together... —Miura Chora, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch The sky tries to assume your eyes’...Read the rest...

Stelliferous the stars o’erspread that lace the heavens overhead and sparkle plentifully bright to grace the atramental night when face of lumined sol has fled. Sidereals the skies embed bejeweling where dreamers tread to render poets’ fancies quite stelliferous. With wonderment the welkin’s wed to...Read the rest...

There’s a box lying somewhere. Somewhere in a dusty cupboard. Somewhere behind old paper, older words, and wounds older still. Somewhere no one can find it. I think about it, sometimes. Sometimes, when I breathe. Sometimes, when I exhale puffs of...Read the rest...

On the prairies in the land of the living sky a passion for watching the infusion of colours as clouds endlessly float by some lined with silver others the purest of white from thick heavy laden clouds to thin feathery strands with...Read the rest...

onward in spiral eternity is viral where nothing's final constantly rearranging existence ever changing endless living stream this state which all deem being in heavenly scheme riding through expanding space as part of the human race constantly a must to reality adjust dust to cosmic dust more than...Read the rest...

These are original haiku by Michael R. Burch and his translations of haiku by the Japanese masters Matsuo Basho, Yosa Buson, Masaoka Shiki, and others. Am I really this old, so many ghosts beckoning? —Michael R. Burch Sleepyheads! I recite...Read the rest...

The tree is blooming, While flocks of birds are flying Up high in blue skies. Sun beaming unto my eyes. Spring is truly on the rise....Read the rest...

amazing white kiss the sky and river meeting a light turquoise shade...Read the rest...