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Masterpiece of the creator
Mankind has made wonderful creations
though never could beat
Nature and its creations
Wonders that clouds creates amuses
left on audience to decide
what to see and feel
it could be feel of sea from far
same could be felt like
Bed of Cotton *****
And the shiny silver lines could be
Crown
Changes forms and create illusions
Sight so pleasing to eyes!
Nature is the greatest artist and a creator
Jeremy Betts Nov 5
I swear...
I didn't mean to **** the best of me
Or squash what I like in me
Yet here I stand
****** weapon in hand
My essence
Dripping down the blade
Like rain from a cloud
Or tears of a clown
Landing on the razors edge
A familiar sight and sound

©2024
neth jones Nov 3
the rush hour traffic
  draws  on udders of cloud
i watch  for rain
haiku style
A Raging Sea of Mystery
Inside a Storm
Floating on a Cloud
Singing out Loud
Before the Dawn

Trying to make Sense of it All
Looking out at that Crumbling Wall
And Slap-Happy

Never mind if the Planets Align
If you prefer to Ignore
Cause your Smile from Inside
Oozing with Life
Keeps you 10 Feet Tall

Why make sense of it All
As you Scale the Walls
Aren't You Happy.

© Debra Lea Ryan
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If I could,
I would paint a picture of you across the sky—
A canvas of clouds for the world to see.
The rainbow, my palette, dipped in hues of my heart,
To illustrate the boundless depths
Of how much I love you.

A picture might capture a million words,
Yet a million words falls short—
They can’t hold the vastness of my love,
A love that spills beyond the edges of language.

I try to voice the feelings I harbour,
To let you glimpse the ocean within me,
But every time, my voice falters,
Drowning in the waves of emotion
That crash and recede, leaving me silent,
A debtor at the banks of words,
Struggling to pay off what cannot be expressed.

But if you could see the sky I paint for you,
You’d know, without a word spoken—
That my love for you is as infinite as the heavens,
And as enduring as the light that breaks through the storm.
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The squishiest mattress is a cloud,
So soft it shouldn’t be allowed.  
To stiffen the vapor
They take our their scraper
To shave off of sleet’s brittle shroud.
Shofi Ahmed Sep 2023
So beautiful
now can't touch
no more.

Maybe just maybe
after the clouds
spread their black throw
up to the horizon.

And the deep singing sea
beneath it showers down
upon the beautiful rose.

The scene is all a bright show
yet mystified even more.
The finishing line is drawn
in a ring of rainbow.
Shofi Ahmed Aug 2022
Keeping a bit private
after the night
the sun goes all out.
Over the painted rose
and through the shady clouds.

East west north and south
at the end of the day always returns
the twilight could never forget  
a lurking little mole
the sun's missing beauty spot!

The ambling twilight goes deep
it isn't all black
a full moon shines on her brow
neither the night is pitch dark
down the mountains of floating stars.

Tomorrow again yet in the broad daylight
the sun will tuck into a throw of twilight
something is still private a black mole in the light.
Shofi Ahmed Aug 2022
A glance in the mirror
one step closer to the rose
On the face of the sun
a drop of snow.
Under the same cloud
sings a nightingale.
Close to you
not far at all
sea wide from the sky
blue lotus-fall!
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