Cloudscape Poems | Examples

Lay, Lady, Lay

Come, loved one... stay sunlit grand
Let birdsongs from those lips croon to me,
Of radiant morns holding your blooms
And leaves aglow winging carefree ,
These lustrous scenes...gifts of revelry.

Lady, Lay...endow air with languid tunes
These hands brimming with flowers
While charmed presence speak of magic ...
Your enchantment flaming my hours
Till cloudscape  fondle us with late showers.

All through seasons, dance me tenderly
Dare not vanish, trail off, or depart;
These springtime dreams are nestled
All through weaves of my mesmerized heart,
Awaiting your bridal nod ...from the start.

Then when  life's greyish clouds billow
Tousling remnants of our younger days--
Will you caress  and  shake off my tears ?
I'll race us  into old twilight's  grace
If only to meet our  lasting embrace.

Look To The Clouds

Ever wonder why,

We look to the sky,

Honoring those who die?

What if clouds you see,

Was their energy,

In Eternity,

Here eternally,

Watching you and me,

Limitless and free.

Patiently waiting,

Anticipating,

Participating.

A Heaven sent,

Sentiment,

It's their intent.

Sharing a moment,

A loving event,

Your spirits connect,

Feeling the effects,

You look up to reflect.

Eyes wandering,

Mind pondering,

The Heart honoring.

Escape,

Images taking shape,

In A Fluffy cloudscape,

Leaving memories to trace.

Take the time to embrace,

Look to see their face,

In their full grace,

Hiding some place.

The Particles in space,

Taking form,

Changing shape.

An Energy swarm,

That always transforms.

Pulling you through the storms.

Above politics

We are all part of the political landscape,
And from that there is no escape,
Even if on the moonscape.

We do however have the power to change that landscape,
If we do not bow and scrape, 
But instead vote for those in better shape,
To rearrange the streetscape.

Maybe now it is time to come out from behind the cloudscape
For a better view of the streetscape,
And get out your trowel to scrape,
Til you see yourself in the landscape,
From which there is no escape,
But in which we all play a part in how to reshape,
If we want our children to be in better shape,
Than those of us who only stand and gape,
From above the political landscape.

It Is There

May we always have blessed reminders of our loved ones, wherever they may be. 

It is there...
By Michelle Morris
19/12/2022

It is there in the rain
I feel the cool and calm
Coming down from Heaven
Reminding me you're home

It is there in the rainbow
Filling up the sky
It is there in the sparrow
As he passes by

It is there in the ocean
As the waves caress the shores
Each like a sweetheart's kiss
Always wanting more

It is there in the flowers
As each one blooms for me
Every single petal
Is like a sweet melody

It is there in the cloudscape
Such shapes of fun and joy
I'm reminded of your mischief
And wish we could just talk

It is there in the treetops
The breeze caresses every branch
Wrapped up in such elation
The leaves begin to dance

It is there in the soil
As the roots grow deep and strong
It is there in the heart
Where our love always belongs 

It is there in each moment
It is there in each day
It is there always
And always it shall remain 

© Michelle Morris, 2022

To Each Devotee

Sunrise in the morning fills the heart with glee,
a new day, a new start for you and for me.
Quote - Poet’s own
To Each Devottee

Sun raised her head in a blaze of glory
Rising from behind a picturesque tree
I stood in awe as she rose to her space
To shine down on the world with lustrous grace.

The sky was a sight to glimpse this morning
Bright blue with wispy cloudscape adorning
Sunrise is stunning, as is the sunset
Alluring bequests of which earth is blessed.

Ofttimes I ponder o’er planets mystique
How round the universe asteroids creep
Of the moon and stars that light up the night
Though by morning have disappeared from sight.

Praise to the magnificent creation 
Being viewed worldwide from every nation
In different time zones though it may be
It’s God's precious gift to each devotee.

* * *
23rd October 2022

Hayride

Autumn festivals dot the landscape
Especially around the rural countryside,
Providing a welcomed weekend escape.

Halloween decorations made of crepe
Orange ribbons on the old hayride,
Autumn festivals dot the landscape.

Pumpkins scattered about, all agape,
Some with a lighted candle inside,
Providing a welcomed weekend escape.

Hay bales in their usual oblong shape
Become seats on the ride, all dried
Autumn festivals dot the landscape.

A nip in the air says wear a warm cape
Colorful leaves drift along for the ride
Providing a welcomed weekend escape.

Overhead, fluffy animals in a cloudscape
Amusing adventure where lovers confide
Autumn festivals dot the landscape
Providing a welcomed weekend escape.

Written September 28, 2022

Being Alone

The bamboo sways out to the sky
To gently urge me back to quiet rest
Opening the veil of fresh morn's grace
To becalm my heart .where gjastly shadows lie--
Our lyre of affection... fading away
 I sip  notes of love alone with night;
Beauty still her pose, beneath cloudscape
Finding her thoughts among bubbling shores,
The whisper of night- music as one.
Kindled by echoes, the  moon's fading light,
Falling  upon fluid of smokey eyes.

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Song I - Cold - Quiet Now Contest
For Rob Carmack    9/3/2020

Song For the Sky

Song for the Sky


      I sing of the sky's beauty today.
      Holding our hopes to its
      watchful heart,
      As we go on our way.

      It's the soft, loving cloudscape, we hold in awe.      
      As birds bless blissfulness
      and our humbleness.

      On special days, the sky, like 
      magic, waters our Spirng thirsty flowers.
      I love to watch raindrops on windowpanes.
      Doing creative dances for hours and hours
              
      Sky~ thank you for being there!
      I whisper to you ever so softly of
      secret dreams, that only we two share.

                    

                       May 14, 2020
                         5pm PST
                       Poem # 1268

Wave Fest of a Lake

From its own space  in pastels of morning
Our town's lake wheels beneath a hued cloudscape,
When day caresses and traipses inland
New sun unveiling an auroral drape.

How tides frolic on rubbles that grace by
This pure moment holding an endless fest…
When jiggle-wiggle sound of breakers glide
As egrets' chorale peaks their tune with zest.

On through shoreline basking  on grass and fern
Canvas of trees come noon...rests from this spree:
Until sand dunes quiet down to merge 
With waves now tame ...ending lake's jubilee.


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8/08/2019
Devotion To Ocean Contest 
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke

The Coming Ending

Greyed cloudscape:
Even the leaves
have, true to their name,
left the Sky.

Readying work is
done.
Flowers, matings, done.

Repairs and preparations,
all made.
The only work remaining
is excuses.  
Exculpations of a worn Self.

Rationalizations
follow realizations 
which have long 
followed idealizations.

Winter is coming
like a 30 ton steaming
locomotive (crazy motive)
let loose, downhill, and
feeling late to station.

I remember, though,
that surely as the cowcatcher 
comes, threateningly
racing towards my Now,
it carries with it
an end of itself
a caboose, a Spring.

And so, though Winter
comes, so too does
it's End.

Hammock of Dust

It is the eighth hour of fog,
yet she still paces around the churchyard
without a hat on her blown tresses;
an autumn cloak rustling beneath a gray cloudscape
that somehow, her eyes wander on,
not because she  relishes the flick 
of  icy leaves...not because silk orchids lay
on a marbled cross:  rather,
her thoughts gather among dry thistles  to wail
upon a crypt nestled by life’s hammock of dust. 

The lull from breezes affirms such quietude
of her beloved now resting on potter’s field,
sealed by the finality of death : this instant crash 
through night's byway pinning him down   down the abyss...

And the mist spills into another hour
unrelenting in bowed silence,
as if he loved her essence more in ghastly ruins.



Broken Wing's Could You,  Please Contest  
Submitted 10/20/2017
Originally Written  10/17/2017

Moondance

Selene of evening
dazzles through autumn's fabric
as cloudscape hail her mystique

Guiding this pale roam
Moonlight waltzes on my trail
to brighten lackluster hope




Russell Sivey’s  Moonlight Delight Contest
Written 9/8/2017

Rainy Night Spills

When rainfall spills on crystal night, 
The damp brick halls and lamps' soft light
Make me slip-slide though I’m alone 
Into  the lanes of cobblestone, 
Allowing free movement  on flight.

How droplets tap while hours invite
A prance, a waltz as splash grips tight
This  child-like play  down to the bone
When rainfall spills.

How pewter cloudscape with its height
Gushes thrills of romp which excite
Hips’ wiggling sway ; an eve outshone  
By  pleasure  rare  I call my own...
Till moonglow blinks  oh drenched in white
When rainfall spills.



Form R- Contest of Broken Wings
Theme: Rainy    6/29/2017

Old Church

I've watched the isles at dusk
Cool and mysterious they lie--
Where old and deep-boughed cedars
heave, as gleaned from a cloudscape 
on earth's threadbare attic,
While lines of faded stars 
slip into gauzy white--
to appear like brushed, eerie ghosts
on howling psalms that sought 
the need to settle in the vault 
of an empty, ruined church.


 Brian's Select 4

Future

I stood on the cliff and asked the wafting clouds exultantly,
"You greet me every morn, you watch me through 
My windows and peer through the chinks,
You have been a mystical part of me through 
My childhood when I skipped and jumped with friends
And through my confusion and confidence in adulthood.
What does the future behold for a dreamy me?"

The sky seemed bluer in the cloudscape and I heard echoes
" In the labyrinth of choices your future is sown in........your future is sown in
Your cherished dream was an unbelievable reality................believable reality
A kaleidoscopic ride after the nature you've churned out for self..........for self
An investment in optimism has enveloped you in calmaria..............in calmaria
Enjoy the fruit which is multiplying with interests......................with interests".


May14, 2015
For Skat A
Any Poem You Are Proud of # 3

(May 10, 2016
For Nayda Ivette Negron)

*Calmaria (Spanish)- after a storm comes calm
Poem is in a dialogue form; the second verse is an end line word poem.

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