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To sit atop
a throne
of pikes
with swin-
ging ankles
grazing clo-
uds of milk.
Above the w-
eary world, a-
way, way up
high.
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Looking down at salty, earthed disl-
ikes, and infections rankled. When dre-
ssed in robes of silk, unfurled. Woven fr-
om a lowly worms squirming, teary cry.
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­A squ-           And, i-                      Thorn
inting             t's pre-                      curls, r-  
  eye m-           y, all, a-                     ed. As
   akes              re tan                       our flo-
   out a              -gled.                       ck, slow-
   shrike.              ----                           ly, die.
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© poormansdreams
A poem about the shrike, it's thorn and a throne.
Jeremy Betts Dec 2024
"How can she be so awful
Then walk around almost proud?"
I say to myself but out loud
While the only thing around
Is this lingering black cloud
So did I even make a sound?

©2024
Lakz Poetry Nov 2024
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 2024
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 2024
the rush hour traffic
  draws  on udders of cloud
i watch  for rain
haiku style
Debra Lea Ryan Sep 2024
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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Adelana Victor Sep 2024
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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David Plantinga May 2024
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.
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