Best Overcast Poems
Desert Of Overcast Blues
I walked in a desert of overcast blues
sandy undertow wicked and laced with red rust.
Old , worn-out and sad are my feeble trekking shoes
yet onward with flowing tide travel I must.
Treading bastions of false hope and scary tales
heaped with desperate tales I did so want to hear.
Oceans of sweet soothing lies bigger than blue whales
and me unable to stop running from my fear.
Where scolding shadows cry out my deepest regrets
red dust pulling me down into a darkened pit.
There hellish madhouse laughs and wins all futile bets
cutting into my lost soul with every hard hit.
Longing for days, when mere boulders stood in my path.
Begging relief from night's cuts of demonic wrath.
Robert J. Lindley, 5-03-2016
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Lines: 18 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 124
Sonnet, 12 on 12....
rain forecast announced
hoary cumulonimbus
in the afternoon
2-16-2016
upon looking
at the sky
a torrential
downpour was
imminent
This cold winter rain makes me lazy.
I miss the warm sunshine of fall.
All I want to do is to rest.
It seems I've no energy at all.
I long for the coming of spring
When my spirit and the earth are reborn.
For the drab winter weather saddens me
And leaves me feeling forlorn.
This season has barely begun
And I'm already wishing it gone.
I miss the clear skies above
And the bird's chatter greeting the dawn.
Winter can be so depressing,
Especially when you're alone.
The rain, the snow and the cold, cold wind
Leaves me feeling weary to the bone.
I count the days till it's over
And the spring arrives at last.
Three more months is a long, long time
To live life with skies overcast.
springtime forecast
groundhogs shadow didn’t last…
day was overcast
onus
traps me inside
myself -- suffocated.
to love but be unloved -- my cross
to bear.
overcast the day
humid… like per sauna fied
all bodies sweating
Overcast
Waning crescent moon
lingers amidst ebony skies
…Cycling along with the force of the
fortifying sun rising
The fiery flower transitions the atmosphere slowly then
seemingly faster as a black background gives way to gray.
~jill
My eye's are kinda overcast ,my mind's a little dark ,my hearing is impared ,and my
shadows try to bark . I'm in a world of make believe my thought's are not my own ,I feel my
blood it boils but I'm chillin to the bone . I am the liveing daylight I'm the darkness when it
falls , Im the blood that drip's and the flesh that crawl's I am a liveing sickness ,my body
try's to breed ,I am the darkened one ,you're flesh is what I need . I try'd to change my life
a bit my heart was turn'ed to stone I'd rather burn in hell than live this life alone .
james stevenson
Behold no daylight,
After warm cloud covering.
Rain prepares to pour.
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An autumn
sun brightly
glowing
in a
cloudless sky
filters
through
my office
window
as I can
only stare
at an overcast
puddle
of teardrops
formed in
the shape of
your
sadness
when another day begins
with cold, grey, overcast skies
foreboding shivers the mind...
uncertainty looms
clouds may mirror my musings
but, nevertheless, I scan
the sky searching for golden
streaks and blue demesnes
still gray
a few dull
leaves
holding on
something about trees
gleeful branches aflutter
with ephemeral wind
even
without sun
standing stoic
trees
they fascinate me
décor of lichen
on weathered bark
deep roots, unseen,
sustaining this idyllic frame
a life without trees,
to me
gray and dull
contrast
a spring day
with
a choir of leaves
my heart sings
when I look at trees
flood over me
cooling October clouds,
that bring with them
the death of insects,
the running inside of
all the bikini bearing
wretches, the ceasing
of the smell of barbecues
& beer bellies,
the retreating faces of messy
children playing in the
sand, the fizzling fireworks
announcing the
“independence” of
one slave nation born
out of an empire in order
to become worst than its
momma could ever
have been (who did its
best to be much larger
than its Roman father),
the silencing of outdoor
festivals breeding crap bands for
quick cash, the chilling of
the sweltering heat that
makes men who can
grow hair sweat (ahem),
the pulling up of those
tops that were down, the
taking of the bikes back
into the garage (Harley
****s that’d been rumbling
all Summer thinkin’ they’re
still 20), an end to the
litany of parades that announce
to world redundancy louder than
the year before, an end to the
excuses for wars that start
or escalate come July, an end
to the ****ing hypocrite
factory in Washington getting
August off to circle
jerk themselves to sleep,
an end to the yapping &
screeching dogs once outside
that need to be kept inside now (kept
from the coming freeze),
an end to the shitty iced tea
that finally gets taken off
the windowsill, an end to
the suntan lotion (getting put
back up on the shelf), an end
to the lemonade stands
(got ta find a new way to
profit) & a major decrease in
spandex laden early morning
runners trying to shed all
those pounds just to gain
it all back come the
“holidays.”
the overcast sky
the dew laden morning field
the wet alphabet
April 2, 2018