Best Cumulous Poems
Stormy winds swing canopies of trees
Swaying dark shadows upon my reverie
Glimmering through forest-green leaves
Sunlight filtered by cumulous clouds
As raindrops pitter-patter on sidewalk
Drenching instincts ambling in the park.
Sun-rays soon flicker, as rain-clouds part
Spreading golden dust on cobalt-blue sky
Intermittently oscillating light and dark
Floating breezy patterns on emerald grass.
The multi-hued sky then picks up my vibes
As charming horizon evokes your smile.
The voice I hear, speaks to me so softly
First time ever, it greets me with a kiss
Holding my posture, I sprint for a glimpse.
But there's no one, for no one there was
Except the chatter of agitated bird calls
Warning of danger from a lone stranger
Conjuring daydreams in fleeting rainstorm.
August 26, 2018
Placed first--End of August standard contest by Brian Strand
Dark cumulous clouds contain
the filtered sunlight in a strange
monochromatic sunrise
where birds seen in silhouette
seem to think they can sing color
into this this grey day.
Mountains defined by stark dark shapes
fade into the distance as if swallowed
by fog's mysterious whiteout.
I feel encapsulated, as if inside of
a black and white photograph
that only defers to shades of grey.
© Connie Marcum Wong
March 8, 2015
Back Black and white film photography
Poetry Contest Sponsor Giorgio A. V.
She like a fresh dew bestows nourishment
to the graceful morning dove
in a luscious meadow filled with
tall fluorescent green grasses and
yellow, blue, and white wildflowers,
quenches all my worldly thirsts.
She like the pure white swan which
swims majestically on
a sea of gold reflecting
the powerful rays of the sun
consumes me with all her beauty
She like a great bountiful mountain
rising sharply into the
endless cobalt sky accented with
opulent cumulous clouds
lifts me to greater heights
She like the burnished northern star,
the glistening Polaris, guiding
the wayward ship to it's port,
leads me to my one true home
She is my heart, my mind and my soul
She is my meaning, my substance, my know
She is my sun, my star, my moon
She is my spirit, my vision, my muse
I wish I was a fluffy cloud,
Puffy, white, glittering, glorious, majestic, perfectly safe, appreciated, loved.
A fluffy, white cumulous, floating around without a concern in the world,
Floating past meadows, forests, mountains, floating over oceans, smelling the salt.
I would not have a care in the world, because I would be of the world.
I would float around silently, in peace, oblivious to the mean things that happen in houses,
Carefree, joyful, exuberant, respected, well-loved, admired, painted and photographed.
Children could lie on blankets, and marvel at my pretty lightness, my slow, methodical movements.
Teenagers could shut their eyes under my watch, knowing there is goodness somewhere.
Grandparents could look up and smile at me as they play outside games with their grandchildren.
It would be such a terrific ending to a great life. I wish I was a fluffy cloud.
Should I whisper words
that hang on memory’s peaks,
cumulous across my forehead?
A world of words - connected
like tides to the moon.
Words that mingle and rise,
as mist from a valley
or, dwell in half forgotten dreams;
endless as ocean waves,
or vistas of flowering fields.
Beautiful words
that tell me of my place.
Suzanne Delaney
Oh sister world that can’t be seen
You dwell beside our haunting moon.
Are you like Earth, are your fields green?
Do you have aqua oceans too
With waves that lap upon the shore,
And snow white sands that meet the blue?
Have you cumulous clouds on high
That rise above the ocean’s tide
And mingle with the azure sky?
Oh dreamy world I’d like to know
If you share beauty we behold,
If you’ve seasons where flowers grow?
It matters not that I can’t see
Your planet dwelling beside us,
Only that we share harmony.
© Connie Marcum Wong
3 BY 8 IMAGE - Poetry Contest
December 30, 2014
visual 2
'Theatre Of The Absurd'
Catoptric Corridors of Time
Oh how the wounded waverly wander away from their hermitic heart
Only to meticulously maunder thru cumulous clouds that diffuse apart
The deflections of deceptions that build worshipful walls
Seen in Mirrors of errors displaying fathomable fetal falls
The soliciting silences succumbing to their cognitive cocoon
Inducing illusions forthcoming mirage’s of the monolithic moon
Dimensional decoding within the resurgent rhythmical rhyme
Catalectic exploding compositions in the Catoptric Corridors of Time.
02.03.2017
Theatre Of The Absurd ...Contest
Sponsored by...Kai Michael Neumann
A cumulous herd,
Galloping the atmosphere;
Pasture in the sky.
Liquid beads descend,
As clouds hemorrhage in the sky:
Cumulous battle.
Dandelions, babies crying
walking in the woods,
astronomy, philosophy
chickadees and childhood.
Speckled trout, (a technical knock-out)
strawberries red and sweet,
winter, spring, summer, fall
Butterfinger and little "Twinkie" treats.
Dragon flies, questions why
There’s anything at all,
Making mistakes baking cup cakes
Cumulous clouds and rainfall.
Dancing, prancing and romancing
singing by-gone songs,
Christmas giving, loving, living
here at home and gone.
Wishing wells, magic spells
rivers, lakes, seashores,
children growing never knowing
what's in store.
Big parades in sun and shade
wild animals in the park,
ice cold beer and someone near
when comets pass in the dark.
Climbing mountains, drinking fountains
Liars, tricksters, cheats,
Saving grace and holiness
And poetry that speaks.
Dishes, wishes
and a pocketful of dreams,
Timbuctoo, Kalamazoo
New York and New Orleans.
And boats that sail watching whales
reading, writing books,
never-ending always spending
money on good looks.
History, wizardry and mysteries
inside a grain of sand,
life and death like old Macbeth
we may never understand.
Shadows 9-22-23
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Shadows
Living in ethereal shadows of compassion,
In profiles of grace,
Mercy overshadows stumbling stones
Revealed in a lens of benevolent focus
To eclipse blisters of ebony shades
With wispy balms of healing from raining penumbras,
No longer shadow boxing with bruising lacerations.
Shadows of grace pursue cutting eclipses
And wraps golden coronas of clarity
Around impenetrable guilt, treachery and betrayal,
Forgiveness foreshadowed in rising cumulous mists
Chasing cringing palls back into impotent hollows
Creating translucent patterns of favor
In delicate dews of lotus clour.
Ever present living pierced hands of agape,
In crimson shadow’s continual canticles,
Engulfs dark demon wraiths with pure mystery
And with silhouettes of the eternal Eden
Reveals perpetual truth –
No shadow can with withstand
The incense of everlasting grace.
I've found a Haven, a hidden space to breathe
Where emotion permeates into a mistral breeze
So lofty are her cumulous clouds of inspired thoughts
Leading all who wander in to explore wondrous walks
Inside, lend an ear to whispers of notes and chords
Plunge into the caldron with the welcoming hordes
Now Chant...Bubble...Bubble...Toil...And Trouble
Stir, fold, blend, mash, whisk the undefined puddle
Then, find the round table where soup feeds solace
Let others feed you. Do not forego this key promise
Most of all, partake wholeheartedly in the collective conscious
Members, all Souls bare, will grace you in satisfying kindness
One early morning not long ago
I watched sun-light streaming and beaming through
Cirrus and cumulous
Clouds in low altitude air.
The sky was as blue as you
Can imagine…deeper than
Any azure hue I’d ever seen
Painted on earth’s cathedral-like ceiling above.
I was in love
And couldn’t help but feeling
Something stirring deep within
These gravity-laden veins
Which for one brief moment, erased all thoughts
Of loneliness or pain.
I was lost in thoughts of rain
As time stood still watching
The sunlight filter through the snow white blanket
I dreamed of riding on as if
I were Pegasus with wings,
Aether or Anemoi, ancient gods of sky and winds.
I let the light begin
To penetrate my aching bones
From years of walking all alone around this planet’s crust
While looking for some peace of mind
In this world that I’ve been thrust
Into and pleased to see
The beauty of the light that shines on me
And you as well as well can be
Not unlike Apollo and those ancient gods
Of sky and stars we follow far
No matter who or what we are
Struggling to achieve or seek to uncover
Early morning sunlight helps me discover
There’s more to life than meets the eye
And more to mortal eyes than seeing
Past one’s brow and beyond the clouds
Farther than the sun somehow
We’re drawn intangibly like moon and tides
To God’s golden light and love not meant to hide.
A cumulous herd,
Roams a prairie atmosphere:
Thunderous stampede.
Clouds are droplets of water and ice,
some look ominous, some look nice-
Spending on how the sun reflects,
White, grey or black colors your eye will detect-
Clouds may be at any height above ground,
all different shapes - flat, oval or round-
You see many kinds of them up in the air,
lets look at some and try to compare-
CUMULOUS CLOUDS seldom bring squalls,
are vertically formed like water falls,
and often resemble fluffy cotton balls,
Some see them as popcorn popped high in the air-
About 6,000 feet up-being higher is rare-
Stratus CLOUDS, they're flat you see,
looking like spider webs strung tree to tree,
or like stretched out taffy between you and me,
Gray in color these cloud lie low-
But can still bring hill fog and drizzles though-
CIRRUS CLOUDS far away they lie,
with an altitude at least 20,000 feet high,
mostly ice crystals floating up in the sky,
Appearing like thin wispy curls of hair-
They indicate weather change, but usually fair-
NIMBUS CLOUDS are full of water and frightening,
as their looming dark towers begin heightening,
accompanied by loud thunder and lightning,
Warning that soon rain's going to be here -
Their distance away can be far or near-