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Io Sep 2020
Deep within the folded grey
Lonesome titans weave upon their watery graves
Amongst shale seas
Veiled with fog
Vast beasts of smoke float atop
oceans

of grey     silence
Poem about the misty sky beasts
Norman Crane Sep 2020
The luminous grey undersides of clouds
Travelling a charcoal sky, speak my thoughts aloud
As thunder
                    Reflections of my mind's wandering eye
Unpolished Ink Sep 2020
Sky
Lazy drifting clouds
Settle and soothe your tired mind
Pillows in the sky
Fey Sep 2020
I am a dream dancer.
My strings are taut
over the vaults of the sky so soft.
Like a quiet muse I hear
the silent night breaking in.
Like marble, strands of clouds shine brightly,
in shades of rosé and nacre here,
those anxious sounds are getting lost,
now blanching in rust  and debris near.

I am a dream dancer,
staggeringly floating in the sea of the world,
wobbling and falling on thin ropes,
spoiled in nothingness and oh so empty,
despicably holding the here in fear.

I am a dream dancer.
And I fall
As an eternal bliss truant
To the ground.

© fey (28/12/17)
Gabriele Fazzina Dec 2020
A lamp out beyond reason,
another lamp lost without realization.
In this gray September sky I met you
with a drop of rain falling on my forehead.
You were a lamp of the old ones, intermittent, who know how to warm you while basking in their own melancholy.
You turned on my feelings, while I could only start the engine of your car.
It's still September, and another drop falls on my forehead,
no light now, it's pitch dark; but that glimmer of light hidden behind your memory, I still see it.
Maybe it's an illusion, I've been blind for ten years.
Jackson Bussey Sep 2020
A golden day today shall be
The clouds are dark
The sky is bleak
Winds blow cold
They bite me deep
A golden day it is indeed!
Maybe there is something to be said about perspective, I have always been skeptical about such things, but maybe my days would be better if I just told myself they were good.
EmperorOfMine Sep 2020
Lately, they've been stormy; trapped in a field of electricity, I'm scared. And as I ponder the world once the clouds aren't so heavy, the world with clarity; I find myself wondering...




do they care?
i am aware  ¿


Shaken by the voices in my clouds;

                                       you will never be enough
                                       You are unworthy of love
                                                       Give up
                                    They will prove us right again
                                  They will break your pitiful heart


                                                         ­           I'm covered in this darkness.

Swallowed alive by the destruction in my ever-living mind
Why, why must I strive for the basic right to breathe...
to live
to laugh
to love...

When I look above I follow below, who knows this answer.

I'm stressed, floating, choking, hanging by my thoughts
Stuck in the clouds.
                                  .
                     ­             .
                                  .
              ­                    .
                                  .
       ­                           .
                                  .
­                                  .

Finding the path in which my purpose lies...i try. With a wish upon a star for 21 summers and 21 winters, I may only plea that it come true.


Because...I'm scared
That if It doesn't
I'll forever...be stuck in the clouds
Floating
F
A
R




a w a y~
AF Sep 2020
glass in my foot
thought i walked on clouds
a penny and a dime
what's my purpose here now?
weakness in my flesh,
but strength in my soul
scouring my insides
for something that i've never
even known
David Hilburn Sep 2020
Steadfast
And arriving in bared eyes, to darken a room
Curious over the name of a voice that has
The time, with a risk to turn long looks, of doom...

Into a vanity of sorts
The walking upheaval or the heed of a share
We find too much more than a pace of distance, and mores
Of a clash with sincerity that has the look of simple care

Wall's, begins the voice
Have two names for it, et. al.
Heroine, we see your destiny, the total of choice
Made to order and select its own, as if flowers predict well

Dourly, the notion of implied faces, and their new nature
Of a waiting star, some were about, some were now
Some were a hero, to know seldom with a such, a curiosity
In the spare tastes and freedoms we make a romance, so how...

Turns of light into a sharing heart?
The sacred in a wondering heat, is a creation to view a need
With the solemn, to say with a new voice, shall and part
Let the day save its wealth in our hands, the person and the deed

Beauty so let, daring a legend
Have a soul for a second, something to do...
With a season to say when, a here after in tradition
Is our blessing come from the beginning, we knew...
Into every person's life, some take to heart, a rain is the next, rainbow
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