Best Adventuresky Poems


Sky So Blue

Sky so blue
Ah the sky was so blue, 
we looked an we knew,
The rain was never about.
We never had rain,
For three years again,
Perhaps there’s another drought.

The ground cracks like a curse,
In the black soil it’s worse,
With no blades of the grass,
Trees chewed on alas,
Death, the result of no rain.

Eternity passes, dead grass an molasses,
We will have to send them a droving,
Down the long paddock route,
Any Tucker about?
Send her down Huey we’re praying.

 Sky was blue for Francines contest 28-june-11

Flying

The ultimate thrill,
Up and down,
Up and under,
The clouds my companions.

I play in the sky,
Big twirling loops,
The wide blue sky comforts me,
My salvation.

In the sky I’m free,
In the sky I’m me,
The sky’s my playground,
I’m glad I found.

My endless inspiration,
Clouds of perspiration,
O how I wish I’ll never leave,
And lose this place.

I spread my wings out wide,
And fly in the endless blue,
I love it here,
Here I’m free to be me.

Leave Earths bonds behind,
Gravity can’t rule me no more,
The ultimate thrill,
Leave Earth behind.

My Trip

Gonna pack my bag and disappear
The endless road can follow the car

The sun is cold
While the moon shines bright
The sky is a vibrant green

When the birds start to swim
The I know the end is near

The top is down
And my hair blows
It makes me think of the world
The end of the world

I'm almost there
I can already feel it
The sky grows dark
Taking the green away

It fades from biew
The end looks bright
Stars guide my way

All the way to the end of the world
© Roxie Hart  Create an image from this poem.


Summit

West the towers of old time are looming
Under autumn-colored sky that’s glooming
Grey at afternoon.

Slow we trudge the rocky trail unwinding,
Patient pilgrims bound for somehow finding
Sainted glory soon.

Up the path we stumble, foot sore, sick and bleeding
Questing anywhere our mad crusade is leading,
Towards the pinnacle:

There amid the castle ruins we all stand
Scanning countryside and sky and far land
Till our souls are full.
© Steve Eng  Create an image from this poem.

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