Best Cloudscape Poems

Song for the Sky


      I sing of the sky's beauty today.
      Holding our hopes to its
      watchful heart,
      As we go on our way.

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I stood on the cliff and asked the wafting clouds exultantly,
"You greet me every morn, you watch me through 
My windows and peer through the chinks,
You have been a mystical part of me through 
My childhood when I skipped and jumped with friends
And through my...

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It is the eighth hour of fog,
yet she still paces around the churchyard
without a hat on her blown tresses;
an autumn cloak rustling beneath a gray cloudscape
that somehow, her eyes wander on,
not because she  relishes the flick 
of  icy leaves...not because silk orchids lay
on...

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The cloudscape changes 
and floods excited crowds of sunlight 
on a patch of playful sea, 
turning fat green hills 
into toyful bumping buses. 

The wind turns her back, 
shows me her cold white legs, 
striding away. 

The land is blackgreen, 
the sky is dark coffee;...

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Sunrise in the morning fills the heart with glee,
a new day, a new start for you and for me.
Quote - Poet’s own
To Each Devottee

Sun raised her head in a blaze of glory
Rising from behind a picturesque tree
I stood in awe as she rose to her...

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When sunset bows amidst the hilltops,
My warble coos on fields;
And through the ever- glowing night
This womb of nest I keep,
Where flappers reel like tints of sky
A mix of white and cobalt -blue,
To guide oak trees from silhouettes
Against the rail of grass.

The seasons house me with...

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Slowly pulsing through glittered haze
Under cloudscape, her locks blow wild
Misty the blushed roses, ablaze
Moon of summer, warmth of hayrides
Enchanting peach fragrance of the night
Reveal your glory, dear chromed fay,

My eyes chase a Selene’s delight
Over hills wrapped in flamed crochet.
Oh, sleep denies a lullaby
No matter how...

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I've watched the isles at dusk
Cool and mysterious they lie--
Where old and deep-boughed cedars
heave, as gleaned from a cloudscape 
on earth's threadbare attic,
While lines of faded stars 
slip into gauzy white--
to appear like brushed, eerie ghosts
on howling psalms that sought 
the need to settle in...

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Sauntering in the park ,a man remembered 
this naughty lad, stuck on a wooden bench 
in the middle of carnival hours, yawning…
till the drizzle of rain caught this toddler
alone, while everyone flew off  behind 
the edges: although his aunt’s red parasol
could cover a messed-up...

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From its own space  in pastels of morning
Our town's lake wheels beneath a hued cloudscape,
When day caresses and traipses inland
New sun unveiling an auroral drape.

How tides frolic on rubbles that grace by
This pure moment holding an endless fest…
When jiggle-wiggle sound of breakers glide
As egrets'...

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The bamboo sways out to the sky
To gently urge me back to quiet rest
Opening the veil of fresh morn's grace
To becalm my heart .where gjastly shadows lie--
Our lyre of affection... fading away
 I sip  notes of love alone with night;
Beauty still her pose, beneath...

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Selene of evening
dazzles through autumn's fabric
as cloudscape hail her mystique

Guiding this pale roam
Moonlight waltzes on my trail
to brighten lackluster hope




Russell Sivey’s  Moonlight Delight Contest
Written 9/8/2017...

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Greyed cloudscape:
Even the leaves
have, true to their name,
left the Sky.

Readying work is
done.
Flowers, matings, done.

Repairs and preparations,
all made.
The only work remaining
is excuses.  
Exculpations of a worn Self.

Rationalizations
follow realizations 
which have long 
followed idealizations.

Winter is coming
like a 30 ton steaming
locomotive (crazy motive)
let loose, downhill, and
feeling late...

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Now lies the waterdroplet on the edge
Excess moisture wrung from the foggy air
Droplets that are somehow a reserve hedge
Drops that all the insects, birds, lizzards share

French Tarragon pointed leaves perfect shape
For water to collect travel down tip
Hang suspended surrounded by cloudscape
Time seems to stand still...

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When rainfall spills on crystal night, 
The damp brick halls and lamps' soft light
Make me slip-slide though I’m alone 
Into  the lanes of cobblestone, 
Allowing free movement  on flight.

How droplets tap while hours invite
A prance, a waltz as splash grips tight
This  child-like...

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