Billowy Poems - Poems about Billowy

...Running fancy free into a field, Chasing butterflies my path revealed, My arms outstretched into the sky, I am so happy--not caring why. Cooled by a fragrant soft Spring breeze, I trip and fall ......Read the rest...

... Speeding along life's highway With the scenery flashing by Must stop and smell the roses There's more than meets the eye We miss the tiny intricacies Subtleties that mean so much ......Read the rest...

..."Clouds Are so gorgeous Just as clouds-- They border the edge of heaven In great, rolling, billowy puffs... Or they float In little trailing wisps Across the sky... Why do poets try To liken......Read the rest...

...Storm gathers her minions, trains her army, I watch from my window, thinking of smoke She is unusually puffy and billowy, personable Determined and distinguished, I feel fearful Storm continues......Read the rest...

...How often do I see the dawn and take for granted the sun, seeing the blackness become a vista, the world I love, our earthly home? Do I think of the light and how it brings our world to life? Do I th......Read the rest...

...Yesternight, I dreamt of you and all our together times. My soul swelled with the sincerest love and lips parted in the merriest laughter, In my fantasy, you spoke softly with the lilt of lilac ......Read the rest...

...Fruits Of War's Futility, Death And Destruction As glittering spit falls upon hot rocks rare gemstones melt into a frigid sea ailing ships lay about three fallen docks hummingbird chases a doze......Read the rest...

...I love you better than Cookies and Cream, my lifelong favorite more than seas playing footsies with shore clams in cuddly tropical sands The warmth of enticing Caribbean soothing waters ......Read the rest...

...It’s pure as fresh snow and as pale as a ghost. It’s the shade on the light spectrum that I loathe the most. A beluga whale, the milky moon and the aftermath of bleach and all my ......Read the rest...

...Then: naïve, sheltered, shy what i thought i wanted to be - an archeologist, Barbizon model (no proclivity), a writer, a psychologist, a mom, a wife Now: brazen, talkative, traveller,......Read the rest...

...Weeping sky, downcast sky, laden with winter sorrow, with winter apology. Ruminating sky, regretful sky, pregnant with unsettled mind, unsettled life. Necessary suffering sky replenishing, resto......Read the rest...

...I am lost in a swamp of adjectives, gooey, sticky, boggy, messcatastric (don't bother looking that one up), longing to rise above the mess, excretion, digest completion, Gobblystinko (don't bothe......Read the rest...

...snuggled up to the gentle fire under the moon and stars he rests his head and nestles into a long lingering swig of whiskey that drifts his mind on the night breeze like the billowy puff s......Read the rest...

...I was a successful, fancy dollmaker, but that had not always been the case, Such as a case for blossoming romance, when spring is budding everyplace. For in my inexperienced youth, I had seldom g......Read the rest...

...Abundant mauve flowers Stand In a field of green Exquisite magical beauty Perfectly pristine Sunshine smiles down kindly From a ceiling of soft blue Billowy white cotton clouds Unnoticeably ......Read the rest...