Best Cloudiness Poems
Heroes of my age in their morning mourn,
Filled with teardrops of pain and sorrow,
They'll be now part of the epic history,
But the cloudiness of who ones's fault still remains a doubt for justice,
When all lies in secrecy,
Can we blame peace and harmony?
Where we are all thirsty.
The masters of war behind the walls,
Safe and sound from the bullets of death,
The heroes in order and duty,
When guns can't do anything for victory,
When bullets can't do anything for survival,
They hide behind the seeds, behind the prayers
Behind the first fallen hero.
They, who are grabby for one's life, for one's blood,
Thirsty for distraction of one's covenant,
They, who pulled the trigger, who ought killing is a game,
Shooting one's body as if a little toy,
Like the Trojan war of old, was trapped and deceived.
Will their consciences arrest them?
Will forgiveness forgives them?
When they will die?
In service, for security the heroes died,
To sacrifice one's life in the name of duty,
A peace we wish is a peace they're yearning?
Or an inside job for another piece of power?
Who knows, we only care
But the Man can see them behind their masks,
Through their eyes, inside their brains.
The agony and heartaches they leave behind,
The scars that'll bleed for justice and life,
For the woman of love, alone in coldest times,
Somehow tears may dry by the aging of time.
For the cries of baby longing for daddy,
Searching for brawny arms that will lift them,
The baritone voice that will laugh with them.
Now change of path, life will never be the same,
The light will also be now the wall.
All will pass, all will calm like an ocean after the storm,
But justice still pursuits justice, must not hide from another demise,
Will give them the truth? Will the lives be not wasted?
Afraid for this will be one of the unresolved cases,
Repeats the failure of my Country,
Their coffins, their graveyards, in memoirs for the heroes
Once the stewards of us, once the fathers of Country
Worthy of prayers -for them, for families and for justice.
We salute the Fallen!
Categories:
cloudiness, death, memory, military, pain,
Form:
Free verse
The limbs of the tree are now cold and barren
as they reach up into the sky above
searching for what was lost,
as the playful, fallen leaves are now gone,
taken away with the winds of time.
Nothing but a gray cloudiness
overtakes the skies
the warm sunlight disappears
more and more each day
as the darkness closes in.
Frigid winds come down from the North,
bringing with them a reckless abandon
with no care for the warmth
of the human heart.
Cold raindrops evolve into icy snowflakes
that fall for miles
before they reach the earth
and are caught by the barren arms of the tree.
The world is now silent in the grace of wintertime.
A stubborn chill surrounds the human heart
trying to instill itself into every chamber
yet, it cannot end the beating drum
when there is a song of happiness
dwelling there forevermore.
Some days the sun still shines,
yet, it changes nothing
the warmth lingers somewhere else,
until the sun decides to stay
a little more each day.
Eventually, the warm-hearted will melt
away the frost around them.
The frozen ice will begin to thaw and disappear,
soon a small crack forms, and spreads across
separating the ice
where a trickle of water is finally free to flow
out into the warmth of springtime.
And the world comes back to life,
re-awakening and reborn again.
Categories:
cloudiness, change, heart, love, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Hollow odes lament where waves crash depthless
Oh! How ocean lacking light spills woe so!
Lackluster grays wail unkempt longingness
Lone stander bleeds the dreams of times ago
O'er the screaming wind, a seagull's bleak cries
weeps of cloudiness usurping the day
Heaven's warmth obscured, and now coldness vies,
overwhelming where vast emptiness slays
Left purposeless, wavering dark takes hold
looping tight a lynch-like corrosive noose
Otiose life sucks vim where sharks enfold,
wrecked in sunless abyss of night let loose
But Sol, unconquerable, beams once more
and the lighthouse sings, full of birds from shore!
(6/10/18)
Categories:
cloudiness, allusion,
Form:
Sonnet
A sweet madam of fair
sits full of beauty and womanhood as
her husband plays a sweet melody full
of harmonious devotion…
Though, I am not devoted to him anymore. I can barely hear his soft tunes, for I am engulfed inside the mind of another man. I fell in love with my lover Nicholas not too very long ago. I had been married for seven years when our eyes first met and since that day I vowed I would be with him, if only in secret. If my husband only knew how happy my Nicholas makes me, he would rage in anger and throw fits of mistrust in my face. He has always been the angry and abusive type. When I meet my Nicholas with bruises on my arm, he wants to ruin his life.
The tree I sit under weeps for me daily. He cried so hard yesterday all his leaves fell off his lonely branches. He knows my sorrow and treats me with the sort of kindness only a tree can give. I lay upon a white stone lifted above the grassland with a crown of red roses with my back turned. The crown was given to me by my lover. He stated once that I deserve to be treated like royalty and his nose thinks I smell like roses. This way, since my back is turned, I do not have to look my husband in the eyes and lie once again. I don’t deserve to be treated with such cruelty. Whenever my Nicholas enters my mind I know I am adored. Whenever I enter his mind, he knows he is loved. I stay there pretending to listen to his melody in agony so he does not know I have another lover. I scream of frustration inside. But soon I must make a decision. A very difficult one indeed. When I close my eyes, I see my Nicholas’s lips. When I open them and he is not there, I get a longing sensation to go be with him. We meet down by the creek and he whispers sweet nothings in my ear with his cheek by my neck. The cloudiness of today will turn into bright soul shining wonder tomorrow in my Nicholas’s arms…
I am nothing but a sweet madam of fair.
I sit full of beauty and womanhood and my
mind knows who my heart truly belongs to.
For the contest, Within A Gilded Frame, Sponsor, Broken Wings
Name of the painting: Human Face Optical Illusion Painting #27
Artist: Salvador Dali
Date Written: May 4, 2016
Categories:
cloudiness, art, conflict, lust,
Form:
Prose
Feeling of spring,
Soul in harmony
Cloudiness behind me
Blue sky my destiny;
Heart of Roses,
Grace adding melodies
Deep silence leaving me
Soft songs my symphony;
Whisper of Love,
Smiles from Eternity
Happiness reaching me
Beauty and Serenity.
Categories:
cloudiness, beauty, innocence, spiritual,
Form:
Ballade
I DO BELIEVE IN SOD
From the days of yore
When Jesus strolled along the shore
And spoke words of harmony and peace
He was dressed in flannel or fleece
It mattered not what garment He chose
All his groupies swore that only Jesus knows
And I don’t disagree but while today I stroll the sod
I just can’t believe that Jesus was the son of God
There’s too much doubt and cloudiness in his book
And each chapter and verse is missing a hook
A line that could convince me God was His dad
And not just a hippie or some kind of fad
Now don’t get me wrong I beg of you please
All of you who spend nights praying on bended knees
I believe there was a man named Jesus who walked upon the earth
And sometimes I’ll grant Him a bit of belief for what it’s worth
So if anyone can convince me of what I do not believe
I’ll stand on his alter and for His torture I will grieve
“but why my father hast thou forsaken me”
Upon the cross why did he pose that query and not let His daddy set him free?
© 2011.…..Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Categories:
cloudiness, angst, me, jesus, me,
Form:
Dodoitsu
When both my feet don’t touch the ground
Lightheadedness proves overwhelming
Turbulent thoughts going while coming
They swirl about me round and round
Cloaked in black a moonless night
The howling dreadful spiteful wind prevails
Spellbound drags me over hills and vales
Like a ragdoll in the midst of a bullfight
Trails of lingering spirit ghouls
Hover over murky haze of mistiness
Harassing in dark gloomy cloudiness
Wrangling reaping mangled souls
Blurry visions twirl above
Creating mayhem in their path
Unleashing bold raging wrath
Till afar I think I see a dove
Fearing I’ll break into a coma
I force myself to get a grip
Catch my breath with every dip
Holding out for familiar terra firma
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on February 6, 2019 for contest ENCLOSED RHYME sponsored by EMILE PINET
Categories:
cloudiness, dark, fear, grief, night,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
emerges from burrow
sunrays fade through graying clouds
early spring crocus
2/1/2022
Groundhog Day (Pennsylvania German: Grund'sau dåk, Grundsaudaag, Grundsow Dawg, Murmeltiertag; Nova Scotia: Daks Day)[1] is a popular North American tradition observed in the United States and Canada on February 2. It derives from the Pennsylvania Dutch superstition that if a groundhog emerges from its burrow on this day and sees its shadow due to clear weather, it will retreat to its den, and winter will go on for six more weeks; if it does not see its shadow because of cloudiness, spring will arrive early.
Categories:
cloudiness, flower, spring,
Form:
Haiku
I tried.
Truly I did in both laughter and the tears
but looking back at all the lost years
the images are vague and unclear;
so easy to forget the joy and happiness
when there is too much regret in the cloudiness.
Taking hold of every memory dispersed
not a thought remains rehearsed
every step taken was me in its making
and you the center of my world
gathered up in my life swirls.
Alone now in this terminal solitude
my heart only remembers you
with every breath I take
loving you was never a mistake
but losing you was my greatest heartache.
I tried
grateful for all the years we had
wistful memories make this heart glad
filled with the soul's endeavor to love expressed
I hold dear the beauty shared as one forever blessed..
Categories:
cloudiness, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
Love is prominent but lies are still troubling the arch in my back is still aching thru my core/ To calm to peaceful Today not enough appreciation from you
You make me feel less important.
How many more audition do I need to perform for you?
Your Personality changes like the weather negative energy creates “Thunder and Lighting”
Your Ego is higher then the altitude in Denver
You are the weather that changes everyday I never knew when its cold are warm
Today I was prepared for a Sunny day / But like the weather you change unpredictably have me puzzled just wondering Why?
I was not prepared for your precipitation/ you never allow me to grasp your feelings never appreciate my love you was only obsessed with yourself and not my heart. When its cloudy or rainy outside my vision gets a little blur and fuzzy when you are around.
Meteorologist Predicate Sunny and warm air with the chances of early morning cloudiness’
Categories:
cloudiness, anger, loneliness, lonely, loss,
Form:
Narrative
Fool's Gold
Show up in my life
So beautiful, wholesome
Like a angelic magician
Turned my cloudiness to lightness
Set my psyche to tenfold
Shaped me to feel unbroken
Cherished my flaws in all
Vertiginous by your tenderness
Sent my guard out the window
Sunlight turned into murkiness
Phosphorescent rotate to duskiness
Laughter looped to despair
Heart became disgusted
Soul tie turned unequally yoke
True colors revealed itself
Narcissistic knock on the door
Almighty dollar was the goal
Emotions was a put on
Undiscerning steered to deception
11/20/2016
Categories:
cloudiness, conflict, corruption, heartbreak, heartbroken,
Form:
Free verse
As I stood before the porcelaneous basin,
And streamed into its already uric and xanthous-stained depths,
A stain, a sight and a liquid yet yellower and more urinary;
And as cloudiness, not of mind, but of that which is uric attended the
Deposition, a thought occurred unto me, and it poetically and psalmically
Collected and gathered and arranged itself, so that it was as follows:
Does she of a morning stand before some wicked ablutionary sink,
That vile whorish slattern who devoutly believes that only dulcet voices
Emanate from the mouths of the damned in the pits of the lowest Hell?
What fell and foul rites does she with hands cleansed with foulest,
Blackest, evilest water; which of these wickednesses does she perform
And practice, she who washes her hands in the black-flowing waters of
The Stygian pit?
Who is this damned damsel, dame, and maiden fell and foul and not a bit
Fair, who as a fool believes that there are melodious voices echoing in a
Mellifluous and delightful chorus in the lowest pits of Hell?
Though I doubt not that therein there be many an ungodly maiden:
Indeed, the blackest, foulest, ungodliest of fell and evildoing maidens:
Plaguing and blighting the very pits of Hell, who is to say that their
Feminity alone endows unto them a felicity and a melodiousness of tone?
That is doubtless the (unsound) thought that crept into the very
Black heart of she who wrote those foul, foolish words;
But to me, not even the godliest or the goodliest of men,
But inditing ever of good with heart, and tongue and mind and pen,
For such is the great purpose of art such as this, no?
Withal, to me, she spoke of foolery, and of folly.
Lest she be speaking facetiously, in her daft assessment
Of foulest Sheol, she surely was wrong.
Wronger than wrong, if such a thing ever be.
And in my mind, as I urinated, I thought these poetic, psalmic thoughts.
And, though there be hundreds of characters and spaces remaining,
Touching this and that and all things else
And any number and all manner of good
Or e'en fell and foul
Matters, I haven't a word else to say.
The poem is expended, completed, done today
And so am I, with it at least, I must say.
Categories:
cloudiness, allegory, anger, angst, art,
Form:
I stood from the foot sole of your eyes
And gleamed in secretly.
Your maned hair moves in the painted breeze:
Quietly, quietly, I hear you scream through your smile.
My eyes shadows your tumult.
The river behind you collects your tears
And down they stamp in your cloudiness.
In your eyes I forage your soothing distress.
Gracefully, as the first cry of child,
I enter the clear colors of your element.
Perpetually, I flicker and gasp at your stillness
And find myself separated in the interior of your mind.
Your cold heart bleeds densely,
The trees behind you bend its branches
To level the inferiority of their voices.
Oh Mona, with your loud mute smile
I plummet at your dark red feet beneath the
Drenched frame that weakly held your darkness
And watch your giant sham brightens.
Clear as a picture, you're chained dupe
Welcomes me and easily I went,
Planting myself in the holes of your skin
And transform in a lovingly pinkness
Adding the papery entice of your wile.
A man reach in and touches your smile.
(May 7, 2016)
Mona Lisa (by Leonardo da Vinci)
Categories:
cloudiness, art, beauty, betrayal, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
Here I lost in a midst Of darkest sky;
the plane I rested therein carry
me into the dark cloudiness, where
It all of a sudden vanished.
My soul deluges with haste
like the rain falling from
the blossomless sky. The stars that
are to rescue me are brittle;
throw at me their dimples smile
You-----you engulfed my smile
with your absorbing heart as
leaves engulfed in the months
of hottest sunshine. Your
warmth vows pore upon me icicles.
Here I bury my head,
hope you see me,
hope you see me in
amidst of abyssal lake
Originated from my eyes.
I am sinking
I am sinking.
Categories:
cloudiness, allegory, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
Swirling round and round heading down.
Straight and out I cannot see.
Confusion and cloudiness blurry the way.
Swirling round and round heading down.
Mindlessly dancing round the day.
Fixing a gaze of the path of the confused.
Swirling round and round and heading down.
Straight and out I cannot see.
Categories:
cloudiness, confusion, storm,
Form:
Triolet