Short Fleecy Poems
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Fleecy clouds keep rolling by,
Fly within a clear blue sky,
How long it lasts who can tell.
But we'll find out soon.
Raining a little
It felt nice
Inside the fleecy hood,
Wasn't cold but I felt warm
And safe inside.
Didn't get a hug
But maybe next time.
sweet white plum blossoms…
softly floating in the air
they look like light snow
distant Fujiyama’s peak –
fleecy clouds so slowly flow
fleecy grey white clouds
like giant grains of popcorn
edged with wisps of mist
in a clear azure blue sky
glowing in brilliant sunshine
orion
Nature
lowering fleecy
in the magellanic clouds
precision floating
May, 23 2020
8pm PST
Poem# 1, 292
among huge red blooms
ornamental grasses wave
fleecy clouds wander
drowsing in fierce sun
very fragrant snowball bush
greenest grass carpets
purple peonies
shaded by cream sunflowers
when plum sun passes
NATURE, GALA TIME
Lo! a gush of wind with fleecy ,fluffy clouds
Peeped in with soft pitter patter
Nature , busy frolicking and rollicking
Dated:16 July, 2021
Contest: Bite Size Poem No 13
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Foul-mouthed chimney,
symbol of pollution.
Arrogant it stands
spewing insults skyward,
to engloom, to spite
the dwellings below.
Your flying fingers
send this umbrage fleeing,
rolling fleecy puffs
by you to be reclaimed.
lay down with lion
Ireland livestock
Australian Shepherd
fleecy fluffy flocks
super soft t-shirts
lovely babies
born in the spring
Amish afghan
Mennonite wool
Montana
New Zealand
Australia
wooly
coarse haired
lamb
Soft
Snow
Falling
Slowly drifts
Across the meadow,
Covering autumn's golden field
Forming a fleecy warm blanket for the animals --
Mother Nature provides protection for her fragile creatures' winter hibernation
written November 2, 2021
On a breezy December dawn,
Fog came riding a grey stallion,
Cloaked in shell-white with fleecy hair.
Sorcerer sprinkling milky dust.
He wrapped the trees in ghostly white.
Covered all in gossamer veil.
But as the sun shone on the hill,
Like a coward, ran out of sight.
Snow Dance
Flakes fall…
Pillow feathers
Enthrall…
Form caps…
White fleecy lambs
Take naps…
Winds shift…
Tidal snow waves
Lift…drift…
© Sandra M. Haight 2014
All Rights Reserved
Honorable Mention
Contest: Winter Poems #1
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer
Judged 01/17/2015
Tiny purple violets are waiting patiently
Beneath a fleecy white blanket of snow
Pushing against the crusty ice, basically,
Tiny purple violets are waiting patiently
With stems pressing upward blatantly,
Among earliest spring flowers to show
Tiny purple violets are waiting patiently
Beneath a fleecy white blanket of snow.
written January 17, 2022
He thought she loved him as the dense clouds of wool filled his mind,
but she was there for only one thing, to fleece him of his money.
A dyed in the wool sex addict, an easy mark, she knew his kind,
but he knew her too, every penny was worth her soft fleecy skin, sweet as honey.
She gave herself to him as he let the wool cover his eyes, part of the game, he wasn't blind.
01/16/16
When the weatherman warned
of 50% rain in the offing he neglected to state
and neither advised nor informed
what the other half would advocate
perhaps hail sleet smog snow
or fleecy fluffy clouds
floating overhead instead
and if so I wonder where they go
wind-blown oh so far away
I guess we'll never ever know
meanwhile we'll have to wait
to see what his non-prediction
weather-wise will precipitate
Horizon blaze burns morning haze
as black beyond brings birth of day.
Now yellow glow lights all below,
a glorious sight of glistening gold.
Warm air of morn whisks grey away.
Adrift, some soft white misty strands.
On thermal rise rides more vapour
to cling as cumulus cluster.
Aloft white satin shift is seen
fraying to form a fleecy flock.
Then eye of day in yonder sky
descending deep to dark demise.
Soon black beyond be back again.
The thunder is grumbling...
the rain is a-tumbling,
the clock ticks it's tap in the storm.
The cat laying near me and she is quite jumpy,
my blanket is soft fleecy warm.
The windows are brightening from powerful lightening,
though in between-the sky is so dark
Energy penetrates, nature luminates
pondering the great Noahs’ ark.
Soon shall be gone- I wish with a yawn,
though nature is greater than I…
Patience is a virtue and nature a nurture;
the flowers need rain from the sky.