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Raindrops on Roses

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.

autumn cloud hiku

           - t-i - n- y   p i e c e 
                               

The Clumsy City

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

Through Heavenly Cloud

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 Plopped Down on my Knee

       A cloud from the sky
         plopped down on my knee
       Said, ‘Do you realize
         all my rain is for free’

      

CLOUD VS CROWD

   Just attempting to compare CLOUD
   having simili with word CROWD.
   Words are exchangeable to view :
   Replace L by R : U by W.

   Cloud goes mostly loud with thunder.
   Crowd is often loud, no wonder.
   Cloud brings cloud on

Your Face in the Scudding Cloud

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

The simple truth floats like a cloud of mist in my mind and yours

The simple truth floats like a cloud of mist in my mind and yours,
you don't know how to do this, and your silence sings of ignorance,
and you can't do many other useful things, for they are like stars too far away,
it's the fault of the way you were raised, a thread of destiny in the

I once lost my thought on the paths of time, like a wandering cloud in the ever-changing sky

I once lost my thought on the paths of time, like a wandering cloud in the ever-changing sky,
but I found it chained between the pages of a memory, where moments weave garments of longing,
on the road of life, I wandered with my heart full of desires burning like stars in the deep night,
and in the

Cloud Watching

When I was younger, I thought that in retirement I would take pictures of or paint beautiful clouds situated so vividly above us.

Clouds more often appear as wonderous displays in the canopy.
Clouds sometime seems so ominous and threatening.
Clouds often hover above us like a band of darkness and at other
times, they are white and crystal

Mushroom In Bloom

                                      our home grown monarch
             

In the dead of night, when sleep refuses to come like a gentle cloud over thoughts

In the dead of night, when sleep refuses to come like a gentle cloud over thoughts,
there should be a sanctuary where you can retreat when fatigue becomes a burden,
when drinks no longer quench the thirst for forgetfulness, and grass no longer weaves dreams,
and I don't mean places where the escape is towards stardust scattered in

cloud hiku

                cosmic grievance ^
 
                          with loud thunder ~~~

      

Rag on a Cloudy Day - Scott Joplin 1868-1917

I am highly entertained
though I see through the window what lies there:
yes, dark cloud hovers above our street
like a piece of rag.

But we admire contraries.
I am entertained because I hear rag -
all about pineapple, reflection,
stoptime, a paragon, a maple leaf.

You would never predict your treasure,
how so many of us listen to it today,
your music downloaded

What Are The Clouds Sitting On

What are the clouds sitting on?

Carved castles
Powerful shapes and delicate dollops
But clouds are flat on the bottom.
The clouds are flat on the bottom.
They are like my great, great, great wrinkly old aunt Mildred.

They must be sitting
On an invisible something.
A divide in atmospheric pressure?
A mile-high, sky-top of our own human smog?
Or the wall that the dragons

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