#overcast
Even through the overcast,
the Sun Shines Through,
to me, this is a depiction
that you will shine too.
Don't let the Cloudy Skies,
shade out your delight,
let the Sunrays break through and
let the Sun Shine Bright.
The Sun will break out, and
clear the Gray clouds away, and
Leaving you with blue skies, and
a sunshiny filled day.
So, on your Gloomy Days,
of dark clouds up on high,
just be assured that through it all,
The Sun breaks through dark skies
B.R.
Date: 4/1/2025
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 2:57 PM UTC
Don't let the OVERCAST keep you from BREAKING THROUGH with that said: RELEASE THOSE SUNRAYS!!!
Oct 26, 2024
Oct 26, 2024 at 5:47 PM UTC
grey skies metal heat
bakes away moisture
i'm cast over pleasantly
Aug 21, 2024
Aug 21, 2024 at 2:36 PM UTC
Sunday morning
sluggish streets blink
and whisper to themselves
that there was sun, yesterday
the jagged methadone
of a bad night’s sleep
giving all the weight
none of the peace
technicolour memories
seem to be made false
by this overcast sky
so happiness lies
in the old days
a cigarette and a cup of coffee
would smooth edges,
in the good old days
Sep 19, 2021
Sep 19, 2021 at 6:09 AM UTC
When grey clouds
Are always spilling over
With the ebb and flow
Of their seas
Those with soft hearts
Will soak it all in
Only to pour it back out
A greedy catharsis
Under overcast skies
©FaerieFoxPoetry
May 19, 2021
May 19, 2021 at 4:20 AM UTC
I thank you, overcast,
Though so many hold you in contempt,
I say to you, dear friend,
Those who are unable to find it within themselves,
To pay you with the respect due,
Shall never find appreciation in our universe.
The glorious sunshine,
The melancholic rain,
The rampaging rage of the vicious storm,
The frost and fear of the seeping, invading ice,
None of them remind me that I am alive as much as you do.
For you remind me that not all is sunshine,
Not all is the chagrin of the rain,
Not all is storm and violence,
Nor is it the freezing embrace of death,
No, the extremities of the seasons, the encompassing grasp of the weather,
None remind me of the trials and tribulations,
The brilliance and horrors,
The humility of life,
The chance,
The pure,
Mathematical,
Plausibility of my own existence.
It is you, overcast,
My dearest and most reliable companion.
It is you they shun,
For they describe you as boring,
Unmotivating,
Dull,
And I say to you,
As I say to them,
The depiction is wrong.
Not everything is in the extremes portrayed by the weather,
Nay, life is full of boredom,
No one experiences life to its fullest,
And those who think otherwise are fooling themselves.
It is you,
The greyness,
The unmoving,
The boredom,
That reminds me I am alive,
And will continue to live for however long I have left.
I promise you this overcast, I will appreciate you, for you keep me breathing.
Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 1:44 PM UTC
blanketed in a polar cold
woven by the hollow sun
the hibernating hills
dream of sultry days
and the return
of forsaken love
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 11:37 AM UTC
converging clouds create
a celestial ceiling
a disappearing of the sun's rays
an ominous feeling of the revealing
of the truth:
the world's been packed
into an intergalactic burlap sack,
taken—
and we are not coming back
world-napped—
never to be awakened.
kiss us, but
the prince is not handsome,
we are alone, so
no one will pay our ransom.
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 9:39 AM UTC
degree of overcast
so the day begins
and so will reman,
the week predicted
the same, only one
variant, degree of cloudy,
mostly, partly or just...
**it saddens me deeply for
I contemplate all the lives
with this whether forecast,
or rather,
the absence of
whether,
the only variant,
the degree of overcast**
9:34 AM
Fri Jul 17
Year of the Covid
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 10:09 AM UTC
_You are a sky of broken promises;
In the early morning, bluer than blue,
By midday, overcast with a shower on the way,
As evening falls, I trudge home hunched against your cold rain,
My trusty umbrella doing its best to shield me from my disappointment.
Yet again._
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 5:12 PM UTC
Blue skies are optimistic,
even when days are cold
Grey skies are oppressive;
they weigh heavy on the soul.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC
Sky, overcast, mute,
Crows left school,teach other birds,
Hasty alternate
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 7:16 AM UTC
no birds.
no wispy feathers high in the sky.
only layered smudges of ashen clouds
with hints of deep cyan
as far as the eye can see,
the only pure light
sourced from the few rays of sunshine
filtering through,
setting the world on fire.
-l.s.
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 7:06 PM UTC
The day is overcast
From an ogre blast
Of the covert class
Giving a motor mass
About a potent past
Building a molten mask
To avoid the token task
Of fighting the coldest clash
To break our coated cast
They only help
If it's for wealth
Then they stealth
Once it's dealt
Until they melt
Into their belts
Providing welts
Prioritizing financial impunity
Over helping their community
Then asking for social immunity
After all they do to me
Being so rude to be
Hopelessly glued to greed
Until we are blue and bleed
They kick up dirt and flee
Into sandy eyes that plead
But as far as I can see
Vultures are flying free
Over the uprooted trees
Conquering overseas
A manifest destiny
They claim is for me
They won't take a leap of faith
Life for them is keep and take
Saying let them eat cake
Over the bones we break
Because the serious stake
Is our entire life's fate
Yet they can't relate
So we live in a state
Of being an inmate
Of their opulent hate
So they can feel great
Clouds cover the sky
As clowns suffer and die
Because we suffer from lies
Of the ***** drawn flies
Blocking the sunrise
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
yesterday I asked the sky, why is it cloudy?
again, this morning I'm still wondering why the sky is overcast
I ran to the river
then sat stunned
leaves dropped away in the wind
memory flows with the river in front of the eyes
I ask again, will tomorrow still cloudy?
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 7:22 PM UTC
rain against the rooftop,
an old melody in my head,
and a bittersweet taste against my tongue.
early may’s rain falls quick and soft
to april’s soft flower bed,
and steals away the setting sun.
it is with quick resolve
and soft delay
that i sit here,
overcast,
alone today.
— a night in may
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC
forever looming
clouding our hearts and our minds
the shadow of doubt
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 10:51 AM UTC
Pitter patter pelt
Darkened clouds consume the light
Sun isn't here now
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 7:58 AM UTC
Tell me is it day or night
The dark of dawn or dusk's dim light
Where winds are still yet silence blows
As steady as the river flows
Shades of grey all blend to one
A lost lament of love undone
Moonlit mist or sunless shade
Are all well, or all afraid.
Tell me is life dark or light
Tell me- is it day or night?
|b.g.|
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 12:00 AM UTC
Today is one of those days
when your throat is sore for no reason
and your voice scratches its way out of your esophagus;
like an old CD, skipping, and stopping at certain intervals.
Overcast, the sky is an apathetic shade of dolphin grey
The pressure of the inevitable rain, pressing;
holding you with the weight of the sun hidden behind.
Today is one of those days
when you cannot drag yourself out of sleep,
even though you’ve slept for a day and a quarter.
A day where you don’t want to eat,
but you’re still shaking from the hunger
and coffee and cigarettes are all that will do the trick.
Sitting on the pavement, damp and wet.
It hasn’t rained yet but we still never forget
the way the cold feels against our jeans;
smoking cigarette butts, discarded dreams.
With old LCD screens out scratched phones shine
signifying how broken our view of the world may be-
but, clearly, we still see.
As we take random pills we found and pretend we are high-
we drink cheap liquor and curse at the sky.
Sitting on the curb, in the literal gutter,
Loitering’s a constant when you have nowhere to go.
Walking for hours
in rain, heat or snow,
our lives in a bag,
wearing the same clothes.
Showering in a gas station sink,
shoplifting to eat,
the parks were our bed
the bleachers our dining rooms.
The shelter kicked us out for fighting that old guy
and the soup kitchens didn’t feed us
because we didn’t have the proper paperwork.
Our skin is grey and pale as the sky,
our eyes are full of light
as our brain starts to die;
but we are free,
and we fly-
“wild birds.”
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 6:24 PM UTC
I like the light overcast
Its not too sunny or too dark
Its just right
The perfect amount of coverage of the scorching sun
I hope you get the best of this and gave fun
Because I know I will.
Overcasts make everything much cooler
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 8:39 PM UTC
*Overcast weather
Rains have dampened the spirits
Rescued by shared parasol*
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 9:29 AM UTC