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you are blue in its dullest and brightest forms. you are the sky, throwing your arms open above me with no clear idea of what you're trying to reach. no matter where i'm looking, i always see you.
Baking, broiling, blindingly bright, blistering sun,The kabob that is my body searing, skeweredOver scorching, sweltering, sizzling sand.Deceptively blue skies devoid of any deliverance,
Sometimes at night as the sun is setting, Falling below the hills like an old balloon, I see them. Mountains in the sky Ominous mounds of magic or cloud
Like foam on the ocean the clouds drift by theirs is a vast sea the blue of the sky. Like foam on the ocean changing form with the breeze, such are the clouds in the sky's blue seas...
Clouds float high in the sky. They are the apple of my eye. They are so far, yet so near. They are so solid, yet so clear. How fast and scattered they can change. Yet, they are never in dissarange.
Colors in the clouds Illuminated by sun- God's coloring book
Clouds, the molecules within them like crystal beads of regret. They left one another alone for too long and they cried themselves into a snowstorm.
The smell of creosote reminds me of the place I live, but the salt air here reminds me of home. I see the way people change when they look. Really look.
We aren't always gloomy.
6:00pm on a Wednesday, the soft rain has left a vapor in the air that settles on your skin like sweat. The sky fills with clouds and sun to spread a yellow hue across the atmosphere like looking through aviator glasses.
I am a cloud I will water this land I will see it grow Nothing can destroy me My hope keeps me strong I can see the acid they pour It is weak Their attempts cannot stop a storm
i want to write a poem about you but its nearly midnight and im so tired i can feel the bags under my eyes building every single time i blink
As a Child I sat outside and looked up at the sky. When I Looked up, I didn’t like what I saw. Huge big white things were mOving all around me!
The sky, The sky How true, How blue All day bright, With cuts long and white But all night dark, With beautiful points of light
When the red sky comes, Clouds form and heavy wind pushes me into confusion. Wind grabs me by the hand, Trying its best to hold me back.
The clouds are blissful. They show a silver lining. Life travels forward.
Clouds are endless, When way up high, towards the edges of the sky. Also soft, Plush, enough to catch The common by and by. Stars, those shooting stars When the sky falls.
Droplets rippled on the ground,People cowering in fear;There’s no trace of them around,Not during that time of year.
Dear Sky, I’m so sorry little star, You’ll be next to go Light keeps disappearing behind the char We must reap what we sow
The snow is white The clouds are blue when you face reality you know it is true.
New light shines in the blue sky No confines No clouds that cry But soon they come Unknown where from Beginning the storm
All clouds are only water and air Beyond my mind, I am blank Circling thoughts are mere casualties Dust fills my lungs and dances Everlasting ideas create a gentle emptiness
When I think clouds, I see dreams unending A world worth exploring Goodness simply existing When I think clouds, I know that even when they aren't large enough to see
At the sight of dawn these angry vapors spawn to spread their sadness and cause us madness only because they didn't ask for this which is why they don't last too long
You can’t catch a cloud, you can’t restrain something not tangible. It’s made of water, But you can’t grasp a cloud; it’s very real, but you can’t hold a cloud in your hand. Unknown to most,
Las estrellas piensan que llorar es un pérdida de tiempo Queme brillante Su luz eclipsa el cielo Cuando tu muertes Los nubes llorarán
My days sim a little dimmer than they use to be The cold, dark clouds seek refuge in my heart I ask why I even bother to get up Because out of the darkness, there is in fact a light That tunnel runs from me
Clouds may hide sunshine, but they bring me smiles. showing beauty and grace, never defiled. They give me perspective, prove that Im so small, yet strong enough not to fall.
When the lights start to dim and the curtains cloes. Where are you going to stand? When that time comes. Will you see fire or clouds? When you reach your final destination. Will you feel hot or feel comfortable?
I miss the cloudy days When the sky was nice and grey, A sad smile upon my face. What happened to the rain? The sky has been to bright, With the warm sunshine Glowing upon the smiling faces
Swimming through air Floating then plunging Through depths Gliding over Whispy vessels afloat On nothingness Effortless
Red, the raven flies in the northern skies. Black clouds growl on the horizon, while the faded orange sun rises in the east, the shimmering sea is but a sodden patch.
Lift me up in fingers of wind Let me float freely in their grasp May clouds carry me gently Make me balance on horizons Have stars sing me to sleep Hear the moon make a melody
I guess you can say I’m not good at rhyming So here I go, I guess I’m trying The one thing I can’t try to live without though Is my comfortable bed My bed keeps me warm at night
A cloud so unreliableto provide such decent shadethough many stop to watch themthey're perfect, they're God made..They're made of wispy waterso white up in the skycollections of lovely ice
A cloud in my mind, like that you would see on a gentle summer day. Twisting,turning,changing each moment a new thought more entrancing then the last Simple though like the memory's of a child .
The wind was there, the stars were falling. The clouds moved in, the moon danced. Earth was heaven for just that night. The times at home were left behind, I was feeling happy. Parents, don't care.
At first it rained and then it poured. Lightning bore up to the sky and the gods applause resounded off the rigid mountains. We danced, and sang and cried. In the tears of Mother Earth
Often I look up to the Skies Relishing the beauty it holds Adorned at night by twinkling Stars And daily by the fiery Sun The full moon so enthralling The wavy Clouds so gorgeous
A burst of
I just want to be done.
Oh to be a cloud; flying high above the earth, far from this madness This madness we call life. Schedules and deadlines nonexistent in the world above. Oh to float aimlessly,
The section of the sky where a cloud meets the sunlight. Its absolutely beautiful, the color of purity and bliss. Where light is combined into substance the sky radiates with a heavenly glow.
Angry dragon formed up high,
Weeks on end this fog has not lifted It blurs my vision and my mind's nerves are racing crashing, connecting, circling tangling itself with this dense fog. Today, the skies are gloomy
You're like a cigarette.
The colorful flowers The tiny sprinkles of a morning shower. The good news on the news without any new fueds. The smiles on the other peoples faces, even with those nasty hurtful braces.
I find my smile in a round ball. I kick it and chase it throughout the halls. On game day my stomach churns but I know I will not fail. No one else is up to my scale. Scoring goals and winning games that is what makes my day a little less lame.
I want to die so I can be one with the clouds in the sky. Do you think they will take me with them to a better place?
The Thump Thump of my heart of which I cannot surpress my emotions,
The thing that makes me happy, more than anything else, is the ship that never sinks, we call it friendship. Though many things happen, Good and Bad, Friendship will always last,
I let a cloud into the house, One early autumn night, The room was dim and grey--- Moonlight seemed to fight, Its way through, but then was tired. It breathed upon the ceiling,
I dreamt of clouds in skies of blueWith crimson streaks of light,And all around there was the soundOf laughter and delight.Where worries were a memoryForgotten long ago,
I walk along a field of grey
Eternally silent you stare past the clouds, Eternally questioning I stare past them too, Only difference is, You can see me, But I can’t see you.
staring at the clouds, drifting in the sky, i wonder if they look down at us; at our shapes.
(For all of the veterans we have forgotten on the home front.)
Shielded By My Winged Love When days fall down Your knees cry Your arms weigh you down Let me hold you
White is the color of cotton
I love the way you part ways And allow the sun to shine through you
The fluffs of wonder sail through the sky, They dazzle us with their ever changing moods. Sometimes, the puffs turn gray and cry, But glad at times, they can look like foods!
Sometimes, I mistake deadly toxic smoke.... For beautiful clouds
Drowning in the sky No clouds; big blue empty space My mind wanders off
A cloud drifts across the sky.The scrawling of angelsCover every inch of it,Hiding their promises.
I envy those with wings The ones who know the beauty of a sunrise The ones who see the clouds spread out across the sky Like the sand of the ocean floor I envy those with wings For they can see the sky
Love is like a wild stormWith a shower of broken hearted rainIt will swing you like a tornadoFlood your heart like a hurricaneIts hard to love someoneThat doesn’t love you
Catch the clouds in your palms, Molten wisps that speed like trains, But tastes like violet and two-a-days. Bathe in autumn, evening heavens at Seven o’clock in the morning, Cold that tugs at the down
Rippling, warm spring breezes Melting across my face, I’m rocking on a heal in the dirt Slouching against the chains of Reason. Chasing after the thought, not now, But basking in a golden abyss between
Soft, fluffy, white. / I cannot reach. / One day I might. / Anything, everything, all. / They're what you wish. / They let you fall into the soft blankets of peace. / Breathe, smile, let go. / Dare to imagine. / They'll put on a show.
A Pharaoh sits upon His sunny throne, Surfeited, Craven, Oblivious. The Clouds move in, The Sun, Veiled, hides beneath a layer Of darkness. Another day wasted.
Prose O starry night, brazen with chimera.Behind those cimmerian clouds breadthwith God's touch. Imagine without frontier's and marvelat the shiploads of faith that navigatethrough stormy seas.
The smell of spruce The glistening fir The cloudy cool I know for sure The gentle rain It fills the air It cleans the earth It damps my hair The mountains sigh With refreshing need
i was taking stroll across a tightropeit spanned the greatest of cumulus cloudsi walked back and forthday by day, hoping that eventually i would be struck down Then lightning clapped like the hands of godand i fell and cried as i fellbecause i th
There are those days When you feel good And your smile is genuine And you can’t hold back the dimples In your cheeks Those days When the sun seems to shine Bright On you When you can absorb its rays And feel its warmth And know that you are shi
The sun shines over me, Shining a great smile, Shining like a spot light on the stars of our stories, Twinkling a hello and a goodbye each day,
The colors of the sky Matches to the shadows of the eye When one is blue The other one is too But as the lives go by With nothing more than a sigh One looks up high to see What color the sky would be
How I love the night Darkness surrounds me Cloaking me in a deep sheet of stars A mysterious never ending shadow An intoxicating view with brilliant stars The feeling it gives is everlasting
There is a fire in the sky! A beautiful arrangement of clouds burning alive! Celestial inferno! You have come to call for me With a blaze of Inti’s fire!
Sometimes, As I watch the clouds drift by In these simple Oklahoma skies I think of how we first met.
The sky is dark and moody, storming as it goes Screaching against my weary window Let all the dry leaves float My day continues, starting dim Now brightening as my sun arrives My happiness now arise.
I close my eyes and raise my fists Up above, I leave bruises in the sky. Purple and black, they start to cry More tears than can be understood, but not of sorrow or pain. For life, they fall
Instantaneously extrapolating infinitude summation of the single orb, derived of nether region, misty and cloud laden which sits on high.
Foolish rains, why do you fall from the heavens up above? Why abandon your seat in the endless skies Is such freedom not enough?
I've learned what an inane life i live. Nothing I have done is worth anything. I sit here under this rain hoping it will cleanse away my sorrow but every drop that hits my face just precedes to prove my folly.
The rolling clouds upon the sky wave at me as they float by The twist and turn As they change form Into beasts of old. The ones forlorn
The gray cloudy sky, swollen with crystal tear drops, rids of its sorrows.
To move on is to grow; We must take this as fact. To see is to know; We mustn't think only after we act. Can we change the way we’re living before it consumes and devours all that contains meaning within us?
Dear Rainy Days, Your exciting, splashy puddles I simply can't resist, You are my explanation; The reason I exist.
Dear Rainy Days, Your exciting, splashy puddles I simply can't resist, You are my explanation; The reason I exist.
I want to defy gravity I want to touch the sky I want to float through the air I want to be visible to human eye