Clouds Poems - Poems about Clouds

dark clouds are forming a smell of rain in the air calm before the storm ...

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pleading to the clouds stretching towards the bright sun thankful for the rain ...

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The clouds are moving swiftly In the air Birds and planes are flying High in the sky The wind is barely blowing The sun come later The humidity in the air In the moment sounds in pairs. Higher in the atmosphere The Hemisphere. ...

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Waves dance beneath the clouds, tossing fish that fly high in the air. That hot storm was triggering foam as square ripples erode the shore. Tossing fish that fly high in the air, so enticing yet so far out of reach. As square ripples erode the shore designing art with their destruction. So enticing yet so far out of reach, immune...

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I wonder what clouds think when we down here looking up at them say with surprise and wonder that they look like something else a face maybe or a horse a tree a ship a cup and saucer or a great big wad of cotton-wool never that I am aware of when looking up at the clouds have I heard anyone say “Wow, look at that cloud it looks just...

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She thinned to vapour, blue as longing's edge, while we searched skywards, calling her lost name. Wind replied in whispers no one could catch– just hollow notes strung on a frayed thread. Now dusk repeats her gesture: palms upturned, spilling light where her shadow once poured. We drink the rain, still tasting her farewell. ...

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Look at the sky, different colors are seen. Vibrant, cool, and warm colors make lives joyful and bring hope....

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Oh, those cloudy, sunless days; time to visit inner views. No distractions in my mind luring me outdoors to play, hiding what lies deep inside. Clouds grant clarity to thoughts- to write deeper poems then. ...

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I wonder if I search for storm clouds in peoples eyes or if I put them there. Shocked when the rain starts and the thunder roars. Lightning flashes. I wonder if the rain stops. I wonder at rain drops. Falling, stalling, halting. I wonder at anger. Where it comes from and when it will pass. The smell of...

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A mackerel sky fillets a fish scaled village, an ear clapping, full sailed, fog moors itself to the rooftops, then hides all in a breezeless blear. Rheumy eyes peep out from nets, damp noses sniff abaft trawling drapes. Cloth in hand, potbellied proprietors battle the splatter and spray, dabbing at mildewed shelves, warding away slopping waders and salty puddles. On the sightless sea far beyond the shore...

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the sky that we know so deep and wide and i am sure those clouds that reach the shore once more...

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The clouds are swirling in the wind, Unique designs appear within. An artist’s brush could be the air, For many forms are found up there. Look up there, it’s a swimming whale, ‘Twill quickly change with the next gale. It seems so strange to change so much, It makes it hard to keep in touch. There’s a ship with the flag raised high, It...

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an overcast Kansas day the kind that gives you a sunburn without any sun the clouds are dark grayish blue thick sluggish unmoving I stare into them seeking my Archangel Michael...

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Matsuo Basho: English translations of haiku about clouds, geese, departing, empty nests and huts, lonely, loneliness, drinking alone, sake, longing, loss, death, hawks, the moon, Japanese culture. As clouds drift apart, so we two separate: wild geese departing. —Matsuo Basho, translation by Michael R. Burch The old nest deserted, how empty now my next-door neighbor’s hut. —Matsuo Basho, translation by Michael R. Burch Yesterday? Departed, like...

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