Best Imaginationsky Poems
The sky is only blue,
to that of a closed minded individual.
But why is it that they see the sky to be blue?
Is it from the reflection of the ocean
mixing with the atmospheric light?
Or is it all just lack of perspective.
Is it just that they have never really looked.
I sure don't remember them proving,
the sky to be a color.
The sky to be an object.
Now ask a soul with an open mind.
Why is the sky blue?
And they will reply..
The sky is not blue!
I have never looked outside my window
only to see a color, nothing more.
The sky is the open, never ending imagination.
The sky is the passion that lives inside.
The sky is the inspiration that makes anything possible.
The sky smells like buttercups and tastes like tulips.
And the sky is only there,
to never slow us down.
But what ever it is that the sky may be.
We know one thing for sure.
The sky is not, never has, and will never be blue.
I write across the clouds
And the birds singing by me
I look down at the world
I feel little pity
You’ve messed yourself up
And down you are going
The rise in air and
Fallen will be you
Blue has turned to black
Light has faded
And yet the active mind
Is silent,
Do you not know?
Or do you not care?
You take a plunge
From where you are to
The place where they are
But now,
They are not where they are
And where are you?
What have you become?
A change,
For what
To do what,
To change,
But to change what
Change something that
You can’t or
Something that you can
Oh, my dear child
You are a fool
Look not into the sky for your answer
The sky doesn’t hold it
If there’s anything the sky holds
They are the stars, the moon,
For the time, me
Clear sunrise this morning
No color, but a few clouds
Also a jet exhaust stream
It is like there is a very
Thin layer of cheese cloth
Stretched across the sky
Sky suddenly changes
It is as if God graced my
Morning with the colors
That I love so beautiful
The clouds have taken
On a magenta under belly
In the area where the
Sun ball is the sky is
A rich blue with the
Lower cloud Lattice Red
Then a sand colored
Cloud higher with
All the cheese cloth
A brownish pink
It is captivating just to
Observe this show
It is free and glorious
It is everyday for you and me
The V of a sky that I see
Perfect in color to entertain
The eye with peace and
Ever changing color
Just like a grand movie
But staged just for me
God thank you for the
Show in the sky today
As I look through the tree branches and wires,
it appears as if there are many fires.
That is the sky on this February morning.
The sun is about to appear at dawning.
There is a mixture of red, orange, yellow and blue.
The Georgia dawn sky is a motley hue.
This is the view mortals get from the earth.
It has been that way since before my birth.
We need not always take it as a warning.
It is merely nature’s display on a winter’s morning.
Written from a set of photographs presented by another member of a now-defunct
poetry site.