Inside a cloud the lining shines with hope,
on paths that slip and slope, we grip on tight
to rope made from our inner strength to cope,
we always find a way in life to fight.
The road to happiness is felt within,
as soon as we begin to realize,
the win exists inside a smile or grin,
as letting go is worth the compromise.
The stresses and the strains will fade away,
good attitude today can change tomorrow,
allay your fear, removing all the grey,
alleviating grief and painful sorrow.
With positivity you’ll lead instead,
when little problems build inside your head.
You look like a Viking
Or like a Greek god
Not my usual type
It’s actually kind of odd
You’re masculine and kind
Like yin and yang combined
Sound body, sound mind
Just a man so refined
You have a sweet smile
And a great sense of style
Gonna think about it awhile
As I melt into this pile
And when I hear you speak
Of course it makes me weak
I follow the sound of your voice
Now there’s redness in my cheeks
I block out the noise
And I try to stay poised
But I crash and burn
When will I learn?
You’re crafted like a work of art
An inspiration from the start
Whenever you’re near or we’re apart
Thoughts of you whisper to my heart
I want to tell you how I feel
But you’re not mine for me to steal
Your heart belongs to someone else
You’re under another lover’s spell
There’s nothing I can do but pout
She’s a lucky girl without a doubt
I can’t ever say these thoughts aloud
So I’ll just lay here dreaming on my cloud
if
love
be
this
white cloud
rose
that
open
and
close
i
shall
cleave
thy
heart
for
thee
this
white
cloud rose
a drifting soft cloud
melts into wispy vapors
absorbing the sky
floating in the vast blue as
cotton candy floating by
soaring happily
over the hilly mountain
inhaling the sweet
fragrant mountain ebony
moving to its destiny
the cloud glides afar
wandering above forests
heaving a deep sigh
moving away to the stars
greeting the wide horizon
Placed third
29th August,2025
Tanka Triptych Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Anderson
Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art !
Unpredictable seas with droplets that spray oh how the sharp rocks being where they lay,
Affects how sea nymphs stalk and capture their prey as if it were, a play !
Restless winds pervade the air oh how the clouds suggest a dare,
Looking like sheep jumping over fences oh how it stirs the sky and senses !
Crackling fire illuminating the shadows of the night oh how with mysteries of the light,
Animals will watch the humans make camp as if each camper is, a scamp !
Powerful gaze holding years of hope oh how with vulnerability and the will to cope,
Looks knowingly into the void as if it were, a mental sanctuary to be employed !
Unstoppable magnetism attracts us to one oh how unexpected, powerful and fun,
When cupid’s arrow aims for you, there isn’t much that you can do !
you weave a cushion
to what might've been a free fall
dragging each tumble
into elongated bounce
gentle—over trampoline
instead of one splat
letting my body shatter
flipping narrative
providing a fluffy cloud
unable to hold my body weight
sort of metaphor
easiest to decipher
if seeking what's flipped
is what you have been after
not a murder with knife's back
Oh, where is His cloud in this desert?
And where is His flame in this night?
I yearn for His shelter and comfort
The guidance and warmth of His light
"Where is He, since He has not left me?"
In pity I selfishly say
"Did Yahweh not say He would give me
A fire by night—cloud by day?"
I look for His cloud and His fire
But often my eyes can not see
Encumbered by fear and desire
The things He is doing in me
While looking around, could I find them?
On earth—filled with weakness and sin?
By flesh could I ever perceive them?
Through Spirit we look upon Him!
Oh, where is the cloud of His presence?
Is it not within my own soul?
And what is the light of His guidance?
Is it not His love's gentle pull?
Oh, where is the flame of His passion?
Does it not within me abide?
My heart shall be His habitation
Where His cloud and flame shall reside
Contest: Favorite Things
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date of poem: 15th August, 2025
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A sky kiss on rose beauty,
long for bees in flight
to reach sumptuous nectar,
where rains blend with fright,
yet no sun to dry,
after many days of rain,
clouds still drape the sky.
- t-i - n- y p i e c e
l o
t ~ o~ r~ n w -h-i - t - e c u
d s •••
f ~ l~ o~a~ t l o n e l y
i n a u t u m n s k y
t o s~i ~g ~ h~ ••••••••
I wandered on streets of that clumsy city,
Like a cloud that hangs below the sky,
And sits over the hills, dull and so heavy,
Then it breaks into tears silently over the night.
The glowing moon stretched through to the dewy grass,
The crystals shone, the ghost town streets' lights,
My stealthy steps tapped, and maybe echoes of breathe,
Amidst a dense thunder of inherent thoughts.
Dense masses flew and hugged with a spark,
Like shooting stars; bright and quick,
And roared; soaring high in the squall,
The city was a horror in a dark movie hall.
I jumped and jumped, but reached no low end,
My singular wish, to fly high, we meet on wings,
They scattered, larking far away and beyond,
Left still; longing in brainstorm like a lost dog.
angels
are
the
architects
that
dangle
the
soft white clouds
like
marionettes
that
dangle
their
puppets upon a string
while
whispering still
through
the
heavenly clouds
A cloud from the sky
plopped down on my knee
Said, ‘Do you realize
all my rain is for free’
Not only that
for the cloud was not done
asking, ‘Are you aware
I shield folks from the sun’
Taken aback, I kept my mouth shut ~
relaxing under a shady chestnut
Just attempting to compare CLOUD
having simili with word CROWD.
Words are changeable to view :
Replace L by R : U by W.
Both Cloud and Crowd appear in mass
Common factor ! Oblivious.
Cloud goes mostly loud with thunder.
Crowd is often loud, no wonder.
Cloud brings cloud on get together.
Crowd attracts more crowd to gather.
Platoon of clouds to shower rain
Crowd in mass with men and women.
Cloud-burst happens in heavy storm.
Rowdy crowd in chaotic form.
I search for your face in the scudding cloud.
The fresh offshore sea breeze tucks at my hair,
The timber of your voice, in tearful shroud.
I search for your face in the scudding cloud,
too painful to watch couples walking proud—
the memory of you at heartstrings tear.
I search for your face in the scudding cloud.
The fresh offshore sea breeze tucks at my hair.
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