Best On Cloud 9 Poems
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John walked out the front door.
The screen slammed behind him.
It was very loud in the stillness of the day.
The man looked out at his land before him.
It was his father's land,
and his father's, and his father's land...
Traditions held for generations,
never broken, deemed unbreakable,
by wind, or storm.
Often on his knees in the night, to bring the rain.
Often under his breath, a word to his maker.
Yet this day, he was quiet.
He was one with everything, like the very air...
waiting to be filled with life, and only smelling of death.
The paper in his hand...
clutched in a grip of iron,
was a notice by the government.
"Kill all but five percent of your herd." and it continued...
"We will pay you to starve the rest of the world,
sit back and be glad you are not among those,
that will die of empty bellies."
Followed by the last line... "You are safe."
His fist turning white,
the blood forced from his hand,
by the tight grip he held,
in a personal effort
to strangle the words of evil
The man would not do it.
He would not kill one cow ahead.
He would not kill one cow behind.
The system, the shoppers on cloud 9
that demand compliance,
will need to send the rain,
of fire, as the man had tired...
of going along.
How can one person make you feel on top of the world
Making me feel more alive with every kiss
He dug me out of my hole of sorrow
Now driving me down the road of internal bliss
He makes me feel so alive
by making all my dreams reality
I'm floating on cloud 9
he saved me from the world of brutality
never again...
finally you can let go
no more pain
no more sorrow
no more suffering
not for you
it is your time
you can’t live your life in regret
you can’t give up your will to fight
when you feel like all the hope you had just disappeared
you gotta struggle to make it to the light
it’s on the other side, just beyond the darkness
just beyond the last bitter goodbye
it awaits you just beyond the very last tear you cry
death is just a part of life
this will be the last time she will ever have to go through the pain
this will be the last time she will ever have to stick that needle in her veins
never again will she have to hear her son ask why as she turns and walks away
wondering if this will be the last time she will ever get to see his face
for the very last time
she doesn’t have to keep fighting to survive
no more praying for her wings to grow one day so she can learn to fly
for the very last time he can tell himself this what i’m here to find
had to find a reason to stay alive
this is cloud 9 redefined
he spent his whole his god damn life
looking for something that didn’t exist
when he lived and breathed for the poison he crave
how can you ever find true happiness
nothin mattered in the world but the drug
and he lost all hope he would ever be free
he was ready just to end it on that night until a friend called and needed a G
then it happened in the blink of an eye, when he walked through that hotel door
he was looking for a quick fix just like her and that night turned into 4
four days and nights they spent in love as they both hit one more time
they were both found dead in each others arms overdose up on cloud 9
Dreams And Nightmares
When we go to sleep at night we usually have pleasant
dreams of happiness were we feel like we are on cloud 9
with some romantic partner or some beautiful island
destination, we see wonderful things of beauty, but all
of a sudden the dream drifts to another world of gloom
transporting us to the nightmare world were dark
evil happenings take place, it makes our thoughts change
our bodies grows cold and sweaty and we awake in terror
we have just experienced our worst fears out of the
nightmare world, we get up in wonder of what has
happened but later we find it is all but an illusion,
a trick of the mind, maybe this can be caused by guilt
or even food that has not agreed with us, or our
minds may have been troubled by a bad problem. We
must all go to sleep with a clear mind and dream happy
thoughts or we will enter the nightmare world once again.
Are dreams and nightmares similar, be inspired and enlightened by what my poem has to say about the 'Dream World'
Written 16th July 2013
In the Philippines
There lives that special someone
Who commands respect
Chasing dreams and every hearts desire.
Were so mesmerized by loves eternal fire.
Dancing in the heat but not to get burnt.
Cherishing these moments from hard lessons learnt.
Hand in hand we drifted away and away.
Tangled in love its a new adventure everyday.
When the sun goes down.
I think to myself what an amazing treasure ive found.
When I close my eyes to sleep I dream of you.
I dreamed of you last night and the night before that too
Now 2 hearts have started to beat as one.
Chasing dreams and every hearts desire our dance has just begun.
People might say its just the honeymoon phase.
Its not there fault they cant see the error to there ways.
Smiles and laughs living here on cloud 9.
Well stop to dance on every rainbow we find.
were only here once to live this life.
Im not wasting anymore time to ask you to be my wife.
Let us dance off into the sunset.
To live our life that not done yet.
The premise behind this poem, What does cloud 9 mean?
A state of bliss, elation or happiness
cloud nine (uncountable) (idiomatic) Often in the phrase on cloud nine: a state of bliss, elation or happiness. quotations ? He was on cloud nine for days after she agreed to marry him.
I wonder whats on cloud nine
I wonder what its like up on cloud nine,
Would the weather up there be fine,
Would the storm in my head clear,
Would it free me of all my anxiety and fear,
I wonder what it would be like up on cloud nine,
Would it just cross over country borderlines,
Or would it take me up into the sky,
Would it take me to a city in clouds up high
A city ive only ever imagine in your minds eye,
A place of peace a place where life is beautified
That's free of impurities and the evils of our world,
A place I could only dream of, I guess it is a Dreamworld,
Oh how I wonder what it would be like on cloud nine
Would the weather up there be fine,
Would the storm in my head clear,
Would it free me of all my anxiety and fear,
Come meet the assassin of youth-
Breath stinks! But he’s got swagger
Possessing the college kids- got them confused!
Come meet the assassin of youth-
Granddads thinking they are 22
Sweet talking minds in kind
The Jamaican – a stereotype
Come meet the assassin of youth
Barack on cloud 9
David didn't deny
Bill had a try
Tony it did inspire
Meet the assassin of youth.
CRUISING ON CLOUD NINE
hills like green seas
skies lower clouds
like living rooms
furniture crowds
suffocating
simplicity
rooms accessories
with lifelike décor
pitiful candles
flying into nothing
small flames of delight
stay bright then flitter
dimmer into darkened
stop places of dread
no dreams…
is my life intriguing
perhaps appeasing
to your worsened
state of being
well…
I am on cloud 9
cruising…..
not caring
or
amusing
I hook myself
to only me
sticky candy
and
full treats
© Kim van Breda—20 October 2015
I'm in this constant struggle
3 words
8 letters
A taboo if they slip too soon
Soon....
A measurement of time without end
Painting hearts in my head
Me + you
Elementary songs playing on repeat
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
Like a feeling is measured by a kiss
Like love is measured by physical attraction
Not the intellect or the meeting of two souls
I love you.
I said it okay?!
Bottled up like the fizz from a soda shook too many times
I. love. you.
I feel it
All 3 words.
All 8 letters.
It shouldn't be as dangerous as we make it sound.
But it's as if I'm a suicide bomber
On a mission from which I'll never recover
Waiting.
Waiting.....
To be humiliated
or to be lifted up and put on cloud 9
Afraid
of the consequences of words
A loaded gun
How did we get here?
Why is it that we give so much power
To words
And why is it that when you don't say "I love you too" my worth is diminished
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But What you don't say
is what can really hurt me
But why?
Jersey Love
What can I say? You had me from hello…guess that’s why they called you my Jersey love melting in my arms like the sweet taste of marshmallows…the caramel in my chocolate, the hottest on the block of Stuyvesant stayin’ fresh wherever you went
From Stuyvesant to Broad Street, one who anyone would love to meet…eyes so charming with that perfect personality, glow on your face like you could glide and fly with wings…guess that’s what that East Coast swagg brings
You make my heart smile like bare feet on the beach in A.C every weekend. Then it’s back to the shack where the water washes up and “Love” really sinks in.
This Jersey love is unconditional I must admit…the rest can float on Cloud 9, but we’re soaring in happiness way above the skies.
By: Aleasha A. Martin
I didn’t think my heart would ever be strong,
Strong enough to ever love again.
It had been trampled on, beaten down,
Told I would love, but I was always questioning when?
Then I was blessed with you,
I have promised to you I wont lie.
So to tell u the truth when I first found out,
I didn’t know what to do but to cry.
I couldn’t help myself but to cry,
I thought my life was already over, we were never going to meet.
Till I knew you were coming to me then I knew,
Knew that my life wasn’t over, it was incomplete.
But you changed that for me,
You created a whole new look of life made me whole.
You made me want to live forever,
You own me, my heart, my body, my mind, my soul.
There are still some times I still cry,
Feelings of sorrow wash in like the tide.
But those tears of pain are only from thoughts,
Thoughts that someday you wont be by my side.
Other tears are because of you,
The tears of happiness, just how I feel.
From the heavens up above,
From God my angel I did steal.
Ultimately you have won the battle,
Not to worry you also won the war.
Because of having you in my life,
On cloud 9 I shall always soar.
No matter what kind of day I've had,
No matter any words someone shall say.
You make all my troubles fade with a smile,
You are my best friend and I love you Jori May.
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TEARDROPS TURN INTO SONG
I can’t stop thinking about you
While my guitar gently weeps
To turn teardrops into songs new
I keep for you on my quivering lips.
While my guitar gently weeps
Looking for my life behind the locked door,
I keep for you on my quivering lips
The touch of my vibrant passion you’d adore.
Looking for my life behind the locked door
This is love is all I find, I want to tell you
The touch of my vibrant passion you’d adore,
You’d be on cloud 9, you’ve no clue.
This is love is all I find, I want to tell you
I’m tired, don’t let me wait too long,
You’d be on cloud 9, you’ve no clue
Your love is forever, gives melody to my song.
I’m tired, don’t let me wait too long
To turn teardrops into songs new,
Your love is forever, gives melody to my song:
‘I can’t stop thinking about you’.
April 22, 2018.
Song titles of George Harrison used :
Behind the locked door
Can't stop thinking about you
Cloud 9
Don't let me wait too long
I want to tell you
Looking for my life
This is love
Your love is forever
While my guitar gently weeps
Teardrops
Itching fingers,
graceful strokes,
where will the notes go?
Only the song knows;
Pulsing, riveting,
amplified for effect;
the freestyle is created,
strummed by a guitar pick;
Scratching out chords
unable to stop,
he's on cloud 9
even among 1000 raindrops;
strings catch fire,
alive in his hands
the instrument knows;
A legendary song, Decadent!
With itching fingers,
graceful stokes,
Where will the song go?
Only the guitarist knows