Cloudy Poems - Poems about Cloudy

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...

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The sky grumbles throughout the night, while the rainbow mocks in delight as the rain sheds cloudy tears: The plants smiled gladly in cheers, Rats forced out of flooded holes, while men got soaked to their souls. The sky grumbles throughout the night while the rainbow mocks in delight....

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The day has no meaning without the rain. Luscious, dark clouds awaken life in me. The smell of a storm brings peace within. Admiring the sound of the drops crashing onto different surfaces. The day has no meaning without the rain. Time slowing down expressing gratitude toward this Earth cleansing experience. This outburst from above feels like home on my skin. Hoping...

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In the heart of autumn, under the cloudy and cold sky, I drink the bitterness of wanderings, of lost hopes, Your betrayals, like poison, seep into my soul, And every verse, every word, is an echo of silent wounds. The night, with its mystery, brings memories and longing, And in every star, in every moonbeam, I see you, The melancholy of...

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A CLOUDY DAY My heart is so cold In the winter blow Today it is not sunny The sky is full cloud I want to run faraway Avoid crowded and stay Stay in my side... And no one can't see the tear Which just drops and to have a bear The birds are outside still sing The cloud is still moving and a fear A fear...

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I've walked miles in the rain & have stayed dry because of my faith It sheltered me throughout the downpours making me immune to the wetness I commune with the stressors the weather brings & have come to adore what they add to my plate Take what's given & use it as if all things added are good in the kingdom that's...

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sun's kiss is missing dark clouds hide suns smiling face all I see is gloom...

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Stoic she sits As an oyster lacking a grain of sand No Pearl of Great Price or wisdom to share. Stoic she sits A smile adorns her face while we hold hands, ...

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When that storm arrived, the entire congregation in genuflection knelt before Her poetic prayers, they saw themselves shining, eventually, in Her reflection scandalously quiet like perculating thunder, their minds cracking open, their whole chicken little sky falling closer ever inward whipping sharp luminescent veins, a lightening of sorts, on the unheated marked all, woke a different kind of Light pulsing...

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the tortoise-shaped cloud as tall as a skyscraper and a half as wide floats slowly across blue sky with no hare-shaped cloud to race patchy cloudy sky with shapely stories to tell hare-brained ideas and the tortoise will always slowly and steadily win ...

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the baby blue sky covered with puffy, white clouds concealing the sun 2/7/24 sweet lady jane ...

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Written: November 27, 2023 _____________________________________________ Upon the lower, unsophisticated surface My shadow has arrived with a purpose. How the blazing sun or frigid rain arrives. How, the flight of honeybees to their hives, Where it lies is lifeless, desolate, and bare. The hilltops quake to the crest, unaware. Who...

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Life can be like a cloudy day You might feel a little grey If only the sky was clear Then all our problems would disappear All your hope has vanished Are they forever banished!? Maybe it’s a sign of the times Thinking about it is not a crime Everyone has their bad days To recuperate it there are many ways You will always have someone...

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gray are the cloudy skies in November with the chilly winds rain turns to snow blanketing the ground white Edward J Ebbs - 11/08/2023 ...

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From my home known as the 5th of June, nothing remarkable about this place. Though it was fair and warm yet cloudy, though only partly.. Your singing seahorses.. and treasured rocks all strewn about summer's seashelled dreams adorned. Remember seeing them now and again.. behind closed eyelids where the light was bent. The sun's joyous rays, with arms outcast from the clouds. Calling us, home all of us home,...

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