Short Cloudiness Poems
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Windows in head see
Clear past, future cloudiness
Look upon today.
(January 11, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
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.
Regressing to the mean
Mortality seemed "out there", a long climb;
A somewhen to think about another time,
A cloudiness too distant from my prime.
Too quickly have I regressed to the mean
And my end time no longer a dream.
Copyright 2021 Paul Thomson
Feeling of spring,
Soul in harmony
Cloudiness behind me
Blue sky my destiny;
Heart of Roses,
Grace adding melodies
Deep silence leaving me
Soft songs my symphony;
Whisper of Love,
Smiles from Eternity
Happiness reaching me
Beauty and Serenity.
Magical Glasses looking within these lenses
That glares through these hidden shadows.
Scenarios of traps, mistaking fantasy, illusion
Selfishness eluded by compulsion yet gracefulness
and mercifulnedd intervene these cloudiness of
these Magical Glasses.
Magnified is this cloudless sky
with nothing unseen or seen.
Yet, there, spotted; a spot
in the faraway,
a puff of off-white tracery,
a hint of cloudiness,
and yet
so perfectly placed,
an eloquent flaw
in this amplitude of
clearest blue.
Swirling round and round heading down.
Straight and out I cannot see.
Confusion and cloudiness blurry the way.
Swirling round and round heading down.
Mindlessly dancing round the day.
Fixing a gaze of the path of the confused.
Swirling round and round and heading down.
Straight and out I cannot see.
Place yourself in my heart and
Open your mind.
EVENTUALLY you'll realize
To open the dark blinds.
Revel in INFUSION
Yearn for a touch
Put away the INEVITABLE
Awaken ILLUSION oh so much.
Lounge with CREATIVITY
Arrive at desire
Cancel the cloudiness
Edging past the fire.
(By Kristen Bruni for Poetry Palace Contest)
The rainy day turned sunny;
We spent it with some friends.
It's sometimes strange and funny
What the forecaster portends.
For we expected weather
Filled with cloudiness and wet
And though we'd be together,
We thought rain was what we'd get.
Instead the sky did brighten
As we moseyed through the day,
Where the sunshine helped to frighten
All those auguries away.
Certainty
In
our cultural cloudiness
we believe that there
is no certainty..
When beliefs are raised
there are retorts of doubt..
Some reluctantly and
grudgingly admit that
their beliefs are carriers
of doubt..
So where do we go
to find a certainty
unencumbered..?
Perhaps all we need is
an experience of blue sky
standing in clarity behind
those clouds of belief...
I feel ready to explode
Compressed and about to lose control
Stressed over every little thing
Moments of sunfilled peacefulness
Outweighed by longer bouts of cloudiness
Feeling the stress
Of not having my life together
And I’m lonely
I need someone to care about
Someone to build a life with
Someone who won’t want
To disappoint me
That’s my real long-term goal
And if I kept that focus
I’d be fine
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
the shades of dark cascade
from dusk to midnight
their gradients increase
only to subside
up and down delightful shadings
their musical scales tickle my heart
gentle is the play of light
that holds dear such delight
to depths of cloudiness
inside the sinews of my mind
AP: Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on June 24, 2022 for contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 2ND
The honeysuckle flowers
The strawberry cream sunsets
The endless wonders
Are they all miracles?
The eyes lost in space
The Earth round yet flat to me
The leaves fallen from weak branches
Are they all miracles too?
The dance of the milky waves of the sea
The slow motion of the fast clouds
Cloudiness on a sunny day
They all are miracles!
I believe in miracles
I will dream and dream on
Ask myself, what's a miracle?
Is it .............................................
Form:
Winter Coolers
The air of Delhi,
Giving the pure air bely,
One-time visit to our Suraj valley,
Where even stone mosses give pure air.
Where the discussion on the Chinaberry,
Giving Great Green Back Order,
To Cloud Computing cloudiness ( pollutants ) Maker,
Giving Originally order to Organized Oregon,
When Cloud bawls and fallen teardrop,
Telling The Kohinoor salvation,
Where on winter flour Dive from Sky,
The rind of the Seville Soar Orange tells the Winter Cooler Current.