Best Nimbus Poems
I am Nimbus, gathering my black ruffled gown
preparing to race against the whistling wind.
My tears threaten to come tumbling down
and dark tendrils untamed; have come unpinned.
My bereavement wails as thunder hammers the skies.
Twin scepters of lightning flash in my mournful eyes.
I twirl in rhythmic dance upon swiftly swirling winds
Behold the grand majesty of a siren's release!
With a sad heart I say penance for a lifetime of sins.
In deep guttural voice I shall bid the storm to cease,
for I've reached the abysmal depth of my delusive soul.
I am enrapt by the tempest emotions in my control.
May 24, 2021
Personification Poem Contest
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Sky walks on childhood white cloud dreams—
Wind's gist, my puffy pillows, undo; stunned
With tastes of sugar rain in coffee mug—
Dropped out of the air, I break in streams
That trickle down her nose; withdrawn in
A memory walking home from play,
The sunset a strange blue fade that day,
Songbirds fleeing norther; she's hushed them
With the sky's rivers of crime,
A girlhood doll robbed by rainfall's stealth—
The eternal crack in me herself—
To weather out, when by time.
With the brooding nimbus clouds in the sky,
It gets darker and darker with eerie silence in ears,
the flash of lightning illuminates the dark skies,
the sound of thunder fills the heart with fear.
The nimbus clouds look so ominous,
Darker it gets, louder it thunders,
It changes its pattern every minute,
Like the ever-changing thoughts in our minds.
The brooding nimbus, an omen for rain,
Spells its ominous magic with a sense of scorn.
It broods and ponders, in somber reflection,
Drenching the world in gloomy sensation.
Each raindrop falling, a tear from its heart,
A symphony of sorrow, a melancholy art.
The land is drenched in its moody embrace,
As nature weeps, and tears stain its face.
In the gloom of brooding nimbus sky,
There are rays of hope and cheers in hearts,
People get much needed relief from blistering heat,
The dormant seeds sprout into verdant plants.
There is divinity in the clouds, nothing lasts forever,
As they drift and rain, sun comes out,
The rainbow appears on the horizon,
The flowers bloom, birds and critters sing, and wind breeze feels nice.
Near the river,children,
newly married women,
neighbours and relations
neatly dressed, wear threads on
necks, men wear threads on wrists
Next aarti's shown, to greet
Nation's pride Cauvery
Note:
South Indians rely on River Cauvery for the irrigated agriculture.Since the river experiences water flow seasonally, people are always excited to welcome and they celebrate the day(the water comes from the dam) as AADI PERUKKU. During this day,they tie knots on their necks and welcome the water by showing aarti(a form of puja,where the light from mudllamp and camphor along with flowers are offered) and peform several rituals.
Stronger by the Hour
David J Walker
It is
Afterall
Only a wall
Made of words
How many lawyers does it take
To make
A wall of bricks
So thick
That not even air can pass through it
Not even sunlight
That might
Allow passage
but willfully won't
There is a nimbus
Surrounding the border wall
There is an order to
Maintain order
There is a cold fog
That eats the light of
The seawall
on the West Coast
There is a ghost who will
Not rest unless it has
Raised a glass in a toast
To those it is about to devour
There is a storm
In the middle lands
That is growing larger
stronger
By the hour
Invitation to visit Olympus
Predestined noble affair
Feeling extremely timorous
But, Apollo will be there.
Anticipation is killing me
To think I'll meet immortals
Thrilling thought, smiling glee
Seeking Olympus portal.
Riding high on Nimbus Express
There's no other way to travel
Except I had to decompress
Or my humanity would unravel.
Immortals left me breathless
Handsome enough to be sure
Their company quite infectious
On Olympus no rancour.
Totally out of my depth
Memories enough to treasure
Eternal life there is no death
Living each day for pleasure.
Nimbus Express brought me home
Inordinate sadness feeling hollow
Parting gift a golden cell
Awesome! can talk to Apollo.
Pixabay image by: Xandra_Iryna
you move like a hefty pin
on a rail,
anchors lodged to every limb,
like a guilt ridden prisoner.
you strike at an impression,
as if flightless,
feathery.
but your disguise
is utter pain,
deceiving.
move on! move on!
abandon your heavy ways.
find a release.
perhaps during a seasonal drought?
i know some would appreciate that.
From this cool tip
Even from this side of the cape
The compelling nimbus
Of inhuman dogma comes.
They come with sharp kieries
To ruin this innocent kettle-drummer
Even their worthless kafir.
From afar I watch and hoot to no avail
For the hawks glide
And carry our guiltless chicks.
We chide with less success
The vultures hover with persistence
Awaiting an imminent death
Of nature’s impeached hawks.
I have an aura of a purple ambience. . .
a woebegone . . . forlorn essence and perfume
my painful past is a heavy dark cloak
I am subdued and solitary
memories haunt
my days and nights
my brooding nimbus is who I am and
I accept this cloud of sadness that is me
it surrounds me like a vapor
like a vampire who thirsts for blood
I thirst for my grief and for all those I loved
so I never forget what love is
and that I was truly loved by many once
upon a time
sometimes the vapor of sadness that surrounds me
is like a hued purple gauzy cloud quite beautiful
others have seen it and remarked and I have seen it too
you may think me a lonely and unhappy girl
but I am not really though admit I am quite moody
I tend to brood, and ponder too much
getting hurt easily is my history
but it is the incense of my character
I thirst for silence like a need
oh, without this brooding feeling could I write . . . poetry
for to write . . . I must reach deep into the darkness
deep into my soul . . . for the words
When it opens its large dark eyes wide
and then flashes the big eye-lashes
landscape lights up with darkness
birds, herdsmen, cattle scamper for shelter
But when it closes its eyes and falls asleep
blue sky spreads as blanket to horizons
families take hoes, animals come from hiding
and there are activities, noise, songs all over
Nimbus cloud is a cobra in the landscape
none a friend, none a relative, none a spouse
it destroys without building; no repair
and bites all without sparing, without reason
The landscape mourns wherever it descends
Short-lived feasting as it closes its large eyes
Quote by author: "Its as if an angel wept and left behind all the tears of heaven's sorrow"
The floodgates of my thoughts wide opened
and out came an outpouring of love and compassion
from the font of my wicker nebulous heart*
I saw him with my naked eye fighting for his life
struggling for re-entry into God's kingdom;
His mother cradled him softly in the softest enmesh of her
aching arms, over and over she repeated his name
like a sacred mantra.
He was born with a congenital heart defect
and wasn't expected to live over the age of one.
She walked him to the window and inside the sky
she saw a crepuscular light appear just before the sunrise
As the child was bathed in light two blue eyes opened
and a cupid mouth shaped an O, though nothing came out
but a deep deep sigh;
His chest heaved and with his eyes lifted to heaven
he was taken by a brooding nimbus cloud that appeared out of no where.
The rain began to fall gently from a heavy laden sky,
his soul saturated by love, climbed to heaven without even once having had the chance to ask God, Why?
#3 Brooding Nimbus
The snob went out
I was alone in the mud hovel
Kind of wistful
After the sunbeam
I saw utter splendor,
Nimbus.
The brooding nimbus in my sky
will not depart. A sunny day
I long to see, so why oh why-
I ask- will it not go away.
Why do I look and always see
the brooding nimbus in my sky?
Compassion? It has none for me.
I pray for it to pass me by.
I long for rain, but all is dry.
Oh, must I wither in my pain?
The brooding nimbus in my sky
will not release one drop of rain.
At times, God sends a ray of light
to keep me hopeful, so I try
to smile and thank the Lord despite
the brooding nimbus in my sky.
Darkness loomed over the place,
Damp air hung like a shroud,
Crows cawed in the distance,
If ever you felt gloom, it was here,
You could almost reach out and touch it,
A cold mist cloaked everything,
Not a hint of colour to be seen,
The cobbled streets were deserted,
except for the shadowy fog,
Tendrils of vapours climbed around each house,
Ready to gobble you up,
if you dared to step out,
Humidity clung with vehement fierceness,
Black clouds darkled the evening sky,
Waiting to unload heavy showers,
Brooding nimbus
longing to cry...
The atmosphere was like a living breathing being,
Someone hiding in the moist shadows,
Sighing in stygian despondency,
Waiting to show its anger,
The calm before the storm...
Lightning cracked,
thunder rocked
the stillness,
Big, fat raindrops fell in steady downpour,
This was gonna be
a mighty thunderstorm...
I wake up to a growing golden dawn
Birds chirping songs like symphonies adorning
The sweet scent of natures verdancy in green
Flowers opening rainbow blooms of radiancy
I see from my window the rays of light dappling my face
Through the curtains that shimmer in a wave
From a gentle breeze
And as I pull back the curtains I can view
The nimbus clouds as the slowly move
Floating across a pale blue sky
And the thought of nature dances all across my sight
Insects flittering here and there from bloom to bloom
I love the dawn and all its golden incandescence
The crisp dawn feels so effervescent
Waking up to this is beautifully pleasant.
17/7/18