Best Clouded Poems
The intricate and winding complexity of this aged device groans as its worn exterior strains.
Though delicate, it punctures through the malice of fools' logic, gripping onto a vision modestly contained.
Allowing an inner reflection of its grimy vanity, it projects an altered ego for the faint acceptance of its bleak fantasy.
They will never understand or know the burden of the wise when faced with the limits of stupidity.
The jester of maximum proportion, the seller of false attire,
The woven threads come forth to the gleaming purity of its ultimate destination.
The folly of all ages, that great pretender of truth.
Gone are the days of awakening, shattering belief, and fading away the moment of blissful reign.
Above
The purple lake
Pale sunrays spread like songs
To burn away the shadows in
My soul.
CLOUDED SUNRISE
clouded sunrise
shielded red eyes
endless tears cried
cannot erase
a sunbeams glee
at being free
to warm for me
life's frozen face.
John G. Lawless
DESIDERATA – Poetry Contest
12/5/2014
Theme number three –
*“With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.”
*Max Ehrmann - DESIDERATA
Just as how clouds
brought heaven to horizon,
when are exposed to sunlight.
Just as how it fades
while sky turned into crimson,
and slowly, comes the twilight.
Just as how it trembles,
in a storm of aggression
throwing thunders of mere uptight.
Just as how your heart
with the purest of emotion,
speaks the story of your fight.
A hex,
A spell of dark magic
In witches cauldron to stir
Not for death
But rather to suffer well
In this life not the afterlife
For crimes against my broken heart
that brought me to this place
I wish 7 decades of bad luck you trace
the cracks in every mirror my
heart was shattered into
And yet i love you so
And if you said i've made a grave mistake
A feast for you I'd make
In fact i'd even bake you a cake
Why do the stars die?
What if such light vanishes?
What if glows darken?
Seek new horizons,
Illuminate dim radiance,
Burnish darkened clouds...
Should glows be polished?
Should obscure stellar cores shine?
Are they even bright?
Clear lucid dreaming,
Scintillant astral travels,
Flashing dimensions...
Should universal
Concealments be enlightened
From ambivalence?
Should such dull secrets
Be revealed or get unveiled
From black nebulas?
Dusk, dawn, day, night, gloom,
Time, space, gravity...;
Are they all shaded?
It’s about to rain,
Thunder rumbles in the air;
Lightening cracks the sky.
My Friend Tom Logic was The Smoke-Clouded Guy and i was The Voice of Truth :D
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says:
Nicotine to make me high.. Emotions that can fly.. Pain about to die..
Voice of truth says:
A free-way pass to a venom which gives you a lack in living? Tell me why?
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says:
Tell you why? When from childhood life waved goodbye.. I had this numbing pain in my vein.. Living for vain
I had to
Smoke trouble away
Voice of truth says:
And risk Living? Risk a body that was gifted& pure, risk health? That others would die for?
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says:
Why favor my life? Why live on the edge of the knife? Is happiness just another sad cloud? Can't u hear my screams that are loud?
If wounds wont mend.. Now with nicotine I will blend
Till they heal and lose the sense to feel
Voice of truth says:
To deny a blessing is nobler then? To deprive your health will numb the pain of this so-called Happy Cloud? Then this so-called Delight is just a fraud to make you feel better, to steal away the minutes while you would've got years
A lack of beauty you will gain, a reek of bad odor it will cause, your teeth no longer the blazing white? Why take instead of care? To your own shell?
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says:
I feel my soul is down low
The sun.. Is your truth you state?
Voice of truth says:
A Message to God you have sent, "my Soul you grant, i will play"
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says:
Now, after you.. I have smoking to hate
And.. I wish.. A better fate
Words crumble and blush by your power
Your words are the drug that is.. Truth
Voice of truth says:
Turn back you say? It is never late? For God has his arms open wide for another Fate
And you know what I say? It’s your own good that we display?
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says:
I for one.. Turn my face, to what's bright.. This cloud circulating me.. Will fade away
Voice of truth says:
Welcome to this beautiful place, a ticket of health you will once regain :D
Smoke-Clouded Guy Says:
And it's you I thank... To my page.. I begin blank
Voice of truth says:
My regards, my awaits to all of your mistakes ;)
Laying down wasting time
Figuring out what's going through my mind
Confused to certain parts
Like reading charts
Detailed entitlement
Breaking down all barriers
Complete one section then off to the next
Seems so complex
But rest
Is what I must not do
No time to waste
Got to clear some space
To add more
To the confusion
Of some of these illusions
That I have place in my head
Unable to identify
But why
Maybe I have locked them all away for a purpose of the unknown
But for the known of the know(er)
Of this distorted abstract confusion that lies within
Breathe
Take a breath then decide
Why did i try to hide these, these....
Uuuggghhh I can't even state it
Obliterated
That's what they were suppose to be
But something has reminded me of
These, these.....
Why, does existing have to be
burdensome. My mortal thoughts flee
like rain drumming at my window,
then trickles releasing a dam
leaving me brittle to exam
my own conscious; what do I know.
Surpassing life hopes as I winch
loneliness devours inch by inch.
My lips quake and swell at my low
detaching my dying cinder.
I can't take another winter
confronted with the ebb and flow,
not being able to foresee
mental skills decline as I grow
old and suppose to comfort me.
6/12/2018
Love as clouds.... creates emotional confusion
Love as doubts .... spins fear's illusion
Love as exploited .... aids evil's intrusion
Love as steadfast .... endures any emotion
Love as sincere .... befits hearts intentions
Love as unselfish .... reaps divine conclusion
Intellect Sea
Foremost to me,
Spreads far as my old eyes can see --
And past a dense
Fog of descent;
Not forthcoming of common sense.
And through the clouds,
A blackened shroud,
Where truth, unblemished, once did vow --
But now
I cannot see
In front of me...
Confounded by the breath in me.
instant cloud of dust
back accelerating thrust….
mudbug’s creek of rust
CLOUDED MOON
This is a part of my indian heritage.
Playing a flute for an indian marriage.
Teresa Skyles
Entered in Constance La France~A rambling poet~"Tell his story"contest
About Fear
Fear is a horrid emotion that makes one attentive at once,
whilst shocking the heart to beat hard—fast and faster!
It causes an ill-feeling and a sense of terrible foreboding,
which can instantly provoke some unintended responses.
Fear has its own unique spirit that can paralyze us cold,
whilst clouding our judgment and inciting a raw rage.
It has that lurking quality in the shadows of the mind,
that can spark moments of terror and abject uncertainty.
Fear possesses a ghastly aura that shows no mercy and
can engulf and literally devour the depths of one’s soul.
The only solution, if indeed there is one, is to resist fear’s
evil to the uttermost before your soul is destroyed forever!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
November 28, 2018 (Couplet)