Skies Poems - Poems about Skies

I was born beneath Plutonian skies, Where silence held the scream of centuries, And the air was thick with memory— Of kings undone and gods forgotten. In the shadow of Saturn’s gaze, My soul arrived not to live, But to remember… To tear through veils stitched by empires, To speak in the language of dust and fire. They marked my chart with fear— Pluto in...

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Grey skies without sun ...

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"Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise, the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art!" When I am hit by this cute cupid's arrow, I find myself writing about love and romance. I will never fight it, I must enjoy this feeling and write on. When cupid's arrow aims for...

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My burning red raw, bloodshot eyes, strain expectantly, under reluctant skies, counting fingers, with tearful sighs, longing for sunbeams, to defiantly prys, open cracks in gray clouded sunrise. An eye soon cries when a spirit expires, lowering a curtain over its own demise, knowing that gray clouds, in soft disguise, conceal a heart, where storm rage resides. We can’t grasp, retrieve, or analyze, every drop...

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songer.co/song/p28w94cepxjcnq0xjrps48zb [Verse 1] Your hand’s in mine, no need to say, The sky’s burnin’ low, daylight fades away, Golden hour’s slow, a gentle fire, Like every year that built this quiet desire. [Pre-Chorus] Lines on our faces tell the truth, Every scar a proof of youth. [Chorus] When the sun dips down, and shadows crawl, Your eyes say everything, no need at all. No words left to...

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Beneath Bruised Skies The wind, a ghost with an unseen hand, Whips grit and dust across the Oklahoma land. It carries the smell of ozone, sharp and cold, A story whispered, ancient, bold. You feel its tug, a constant plea, A playful push, then suddenly, A heavy cloak of pressure drops, As every buzzing insect stops. The sky turns bruised, a sickly green, A painted...

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From the moment I closed my eyes I am taken back to another place another place A place with a special memory, Where you and I vowed to love each other eternally. Sharing long walks under the Moonlit skies , And wishing on a falling star before it was out of sight. We’d plan our future...

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I like the sky, it's always promising something. It's a soothsayer for eyes scanning up, for signs, traces and lines of reassurance. It carries fragments of yesterday, It continues its theme, but twists on cue to change its scene in hue of clouds churning in stir of witches brew. I look at the sky to fly, above the quagmire and...

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I stand with the world in my hands, Not because I own it, But because I believe A better world begins with me. One step, I walk a quiet road, Learning life, one lesson at a time. Another step, I climb a hill, Chasing dreams that feel too high. Behind me is the man I was, Before me is the man I will be. In...

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It's too beautiful within your soul, like a garden blooming under clear and endless skies, It's too late within my thoughts, where the shadows of memories lie like a veil of silk, We share the same secret, a dance of dreams entwined in the silence of the eternal night, But no one knows until when, for time is...

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Looking out my back door as the day slowly dies the sun bleeding colours across the endless skies of all the hopes I ever had I never knew would come through I was hoping for something would show me what to do watching from my window the night was on the rise the moon spreading silver above the cloudy skies of all...

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The morning is walking in its own pride And courage is leaning by my side The sun is rising up from the east and fire is burning in the belly of the beast Morning is shining all over the place And the evening sun is melting their faces Strange things are happening in town And the multitude is moving around With bags...

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Noise and chaos is the world outside while silence is our inner self. Stop and reflect every once in awhile escape the world that rages outside. A sacred place of peace and tranquillity sheltering beneath silent skies. ...

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From the moment I first saw you Something in me changed And then when I first heard you sing My heart was rearranged I'd heard the voice of beauty If such could be described Unprepared and unexpected My senses came alive Though I tried hard to ignore them They always had this knack The more that I resisted The stronger they...

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May flora blooms exuding juniper fragrance ‘neath gleaming vernal azure canopies fluorescence envelopes dewy sweet nothings efflorescence aesthetic stuns and inspires a hope once dormant to sparkle anew ...

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