"cloudiest" poems
Sunshine comes in many forms.
- - - - - -
That which comes up in the morning
and goes down at night.
And little girls who
are Grandma's De-light.
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She rises in the morning
sometimes cloudy,
sometimes bright,
but always Grandma's De-light.
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Sometimes she rains tears
torrential they may pour
but comforted by the voice
of the One who loves her so.
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Sometimes she shines bright
the warmth of hugs and smiles.
Love overflowing in the heart,
it's all Grandma's De-light.
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Love is forever and always
whether its stormy or bright.
Love covers all situations
For all is Grandma's De-light.
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Sunshine's Eyes and Smiles
Light up the world around her.
Creating more smiles in their eyes
when first they did find her
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When Grandma's day is gloomy
Sunshine arrives with much to say
with happy stories, hugs and smiles
to brighten up the cloudiest day.
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When Sunshine goes to bed
it usually can be said
Sunshine's eyes cease to gleam
when energy's gone, time to dream.
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Eyes close and all is well
in Sunshine Land I do tell.
Grandma's De-light in peaceful sleep
The day is over, it will keep.
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She is after all
Grandma's Sunshine.
11-01-2014 (c)
John Stevens
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC
There is something about your smile
It can brighten the dullest of days
It brings sunshine to the cloudiest corner
lifts spirits in so many ways.
Your eyes light up and the gloom disappears
I find myself smiling along with you
There is just something special about your smile
It just brings positivity in everything we do.
It makes worries drown, pains disappear
It brings hope to this world we so desperately need.
Your smile brings a joy to the room,
it takes away sadness, hurt and greed.
There is just something special about your smile....
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
Sunshine comes in many forms.
- - - - - -
That which comes up in the morning
and goes down at night.
And little girls who
are Momma's De-light.
- - - - - -
She rises in the morning
sometimes cloudy,
sometimes bright,
but always Momma's De-light.
- - - - - -
Sometimes she rains tears
torrential they may pour
but comforted by the voice
of the One who loves her so.
- - - - - -
Sometimes she shines bright
the warmth of hugs and smiles.
Love overflowing in the heart,
it's all Momma's De-light.
- - - - - -
Love is forever and always
whether its stormy or bright.
Love covers all situations
For all is Momma's De-light.
- - - - - -
Sunshine's Eyes and Smiles
Light up the world around her.
Creating more smiles in their eyes
when first they did find her
- - - - - -
When Momma's day is gloomy
Sunshine arrives with much to say
with happy stories, hugs and smiles
to brighten up the cloudiest day.
- - - - - -
When Sunshine goes to bed
it usually can be said
Sunshine's eyes cease to gleam
when energy's gone, time to dream.
- - - - - -
Eyes close and all is well
in Sunshine Land I do tell.
Momma's De-light in peaceful sleep
The day is over, it will keep.
- - - - - -
She is after all
Momma's Sunshine.
02-11-15 (c)
John Stevens
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 6:00 PM UTC
I always keep the sunroof
open.
Even on the cloudiest days.
I would not refuse
him.
So if he returns I will welcome his
warmth
with windows wide
open.
My skin as felt the
bitter
touch of being shut out
cold
but it never stopped missing the
goosebumps
his
sunrises
would bring.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC
This pain encompasses me;
it envelopes me; it surrounds me.
It follows me with each step
that my foot it does make;
it belabors me with each beat
of my heart it does take.
It shadows me even on
the cloudiest of days;
it reminds me with each memory
that my mind recreates.
Your face exists
in my dreams now.
It haunts my thoughts,
each passing day.
Memories of our love
still linger in my heart.
The feelings we once shared
are now only one-sided.
I don’t know how to forget you,
even though I know I should.
This mental anguish, alone,
causes me indescribable hurt.
This hurt torments me,
as flashbacks of our
times together continually taunt me –
constantly reminding me of how
truly happy we once were.
I begin to lose control of my emotions –
sobbing, shaking uncontrollably.
Each night before I slumber,
I pray to God that he grant
me some hours of peace,
as all parts of my being
are so exhausted, anymore.
But, this pain finds me,
even while I try to rest.
My once safe haven,
now discovered,
is only filled with nightmares.
I barely survive each day.
I feel like an empty shell;
a lost soul walking around,
in circles, with no end in sight.
Circles with no meaning, nor purpose,
in life, other than to
repeat the same cycle,
over and over again.
How do I break free of this insanity?
Even though my judgment is clouded,
the only thing I can be certain of,
is that I must find a way to survive this.
I must take the time to heal;
I must not give into the temptations
of loneliness, as misery
tends to love company.
I need to realize that
true mending of my spirit
must be done on my own.
This is when I truly learn
my own strengths, and weaknesses.
I have been in this place before,
and I found my way out of the abyss.
Even though the path was dark,
at first, the longer I climbed ,
the closer to the surface I got.
At times, I slipped and fell downwards,
but, my desire to desperately
depart this darkness,
burnt so intensely within.
This fire, of true conviction,
was the only light that
helped me reach the surface.
This pain will ease one day.
I know I must believe,
as hard as it may be to do so.
This pain will have no control
over me, unless I give it thee.
One day, the source of the pain
will be forgiven by me;
however, this pain will never
be truly forgotten, indeed.
But, instead, it will become
another lesson learned
along this journey called life.
Vicki A. Zinn
March 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
He is a beautiful day
Bottled in a beautiful soul
With a smile that makes the gray sky blue
And deep hazel eyes that feel like sunshine on my cloudiest days
When i'm around him, i just feel like rain
Pessimistic and forever in his way
Mar 8, 2011
Mar 8, 2011 at 5:28 PM UTC
You’re not allowed to step into the house.
You’re not allowed to open your mouth too widely,
your ugly teeth bared and gnashing. You aren’t allowed to be that close,
so close your mouth and sip your tea through the window,
where expensive and matching dining chairs circle around a table
set for nothing, for no one,
because you can’t touch that silverware. You can’t wash those plates.
You can’t fit, your neck so long that your head is in the clouds,
your not-quite-bony legs serving as a reminder that your feet are still on the ground.
Can you feel your heart in your throat?
The way that it pulses every time you rest your chin on the roof or
the way it pounds when you’re at the doorway, much too close to this house
that you bought and built and you aren’t allowed inside. Why won’t they let you inside?
Why won’t you let yourself inside?
Invite yourself in; maybe your head will come down from the clouds and
your heart won’t beat quite so obnoxiously loud and you can
smile in a mirror while flashing all your ugly teeth.
You can’t build a house without thinking about how you’ll fit into it:
that’s basic architecture, basic design, basic
everything that you never bothered to learn,
bent on keeping your head so much higher than the ceiling.
Asymmetric, sloping,
like your shoulders and the alignment of your eyes
and your crooked smiles and tied up tongue,
like white lies and broken foundations
and a doorknob that doesn’t work,
doesn’t turn,
won’t let me in
despite the fact that I built this place with my bare hands.
It doesn’t recognize me anymore, a fantasy
so tangled up with reality
that all the nightmares and anxiety ruin even my cloudiest positivity.
I built myself a world and a future
in which I myself am not allowed to enter.
Maybe I should brush up on my knowledge of basic architecture,
because God, I’m horrible at interior design
and mapping things out ahead of time.
I’ve tried just living without but the winter gets chilly and weakens my bones
and it really sets in without the warmth of a home.
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 10:00 AM UTC
When I was a little girl,
I've always wondered what love would be like for me.
If it would be like fireworks
That suddenly bursts into vibrant colors
But disappears the next second;
If it would be like a sunflower
Just contentedly gazing at the sun from afar;
Or if it would be like a fire
That keeps on burning as long as the wood keeps it alive.
But the more I grew up
And the more I saw the world,
The sooner I realized
That love wasn't something easily defined
By metaphors and poetry
Love was a ray of sunlight
Covered by clouds of mystery.
Love was the shadow
You never realized was following you
And sometimes when you turn,
The light has already shifted and the shadow is gone
And has moved to another direction.
Love was not merely fireworks, or sunflowers, or burning fires.
Love was a mixture of everything.
Love is your favorite pillow stained with the bitterest tears.
Love is the beam of sunlight on the cloudiest morning.
Love is the drizzle of rain on a hot summer day.
Love is one thing while at the same time being another.
But if there was one thing I knew,
It was that love can sometimes mess you up,
Love can sometimes break you
Love can sometimes make you cry
But love can also heal
Love can also build
And love is what makes the tears all worth it.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 5:56 AM UTC
you are the tiniest of scattered things
remembered in the cloudiest of dreams
so vivid when i sleep, sink deep, or
fly high into my head,
you are the characters in the books i have read,
the heroes, both living, and dead,
you are among the greatest of my ambitions,
you are a man, and to become one like you were is my mission,
but you are missing,
you were father, healer of hurts, great counselor,
confidante,
you were there when i was in the room,
but i was not,
when i broke into two,
a shell of me, and i,
wishfully, blissfully,
irridescent moon,
you are, silver-hair, scattered through the many rooms,
the sudden, unexpected trill of an old familiar tune,
you are sometimes the songs you sang,
sometimes the silences
sometimes the gentle rain
sometimes my tears, or violences,
the woods we walked, the talks we talked
the cluttered house,
faded graphite, scribbled in the corners of notebooks, on walls,
in phonebooks, and on all
of my cards,
you are often here
when i am gone
and i am often gone
when you are near
it is the reuniting that i long for,
it is the forgetting that i fear.
you are all around me, but fading,
you are a pencil drawing,
losing its shading.
a perfect snapshot, on aging paper
once and only once a perfect snapshot, later
smeared, torn, lost, or forgotten,
burned, replaced with another, eaten by moths,
found wet, molded, yellowed, or rotten.
Returned to earth, or dust, or ash,
and though i long to hold you in a perfect memory..
time...
must pass.
i miss you.
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 12:18 AM UTC
There’s a hole in my heart
when you’re not around.
One left from a missing
piece so profound.
I think about you
when my skies are grey.
You brighten my world
on the cloudiest days.
My wish was granted
and you became mine
as my feelings developed
over much needed time.
Like a snowman outside
on a bright winter's day,
my insides melt
when you are away.
Here is my heart,
treat it not like a toy
because I am your
forever boy.
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC
You say that your body
Is like a cracked ***
I know that on bad days,
These are the gaps
Where the darkness leaks in.
But come with me darling,
We can fill you up with soil once more.
Plant deep and unshakable roots
That bloom bright yellow daffodils
Who can withstand even the cloudiest days,
Reminding you to keep growing
(Keep going darling)
Up towards the sunlight.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 8:51 AM UTC
We've walked so far together.
You carry your shoes by their straps
Carelessly over your shoulder,
Your toes happy in the soft sand of our
Short, yet eventful
History.
The soles of your feet still carry
Scars from the sharp rocks; unfriendly
Paths of years gone and
Yesterday's selfish lovers.
Now your hand is safe in mine,
And there's a colourful sunset
On even our cloudiest evenings.
Walk with me
Into it.
I brought you five roses on this
Day. One for each
Month together.
There's bliss within the
Bliss inside this
Bliss, and
The print on that
Girl's T-shirt is more
Than true;
Life really
Is a
Beach.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
why is it that
i can only find inspiration on the cloudiest days?
what about the days where i'm too busy to think?
what about days where i don't get a moment alone?
what about days where i'm immersed in my art?
what about days where i have it all figured out?
what about days where there's so much light i can't even comprehend darkness?
i neglect my brightest days,
only to be inspired by sorrow and stagnation.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 8:50 AM UTC
I found a home
In the heart of what you said to me:
That you didn't trust yourself.
But I trust you like I'd trust
the kindling to fuel our friendly fire.
Never quite ablaze but always holds a smolder.
I'd trust you to
feel me, and know me, and hurt me
and still be the person I want to talk to
on my cloudiest of days.
Because I'd rather feel pain than
feel numb
and I'd rather try my best
than be done.
Because the beauty in your eyes
isn't a color,
It's knowing that there
is a depth behind for me to find.
Your complexity
Strikes a curiosity in me
that wants to break you down
to build you up.
Because a mountain of you
would always be worth the climb
No matter
how rough the weather.
And I know that these are things I've
said before,
My entire existence
banes from redundancy.
But you are new
and you understand
the bluest of my hues
because you have them too.
Part of me wants
to shine in the darkest corners
of your heart.
But the other part
knows you are not looking
for a flashlight in me.
I've been here before.
It's starting to look
familiar again.
The thing about living life
next to a window
is that you always have a view of
what's on the other side.
But a view of you
makes me grateful
that I have the best seat.
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC
One day, I know
that he will ask
questions,
Children have a way
of noticing things
that are there,
seeing shapes
and shadows
that aren't,
A special talent for noticing
missing things and finding
words to help them understand
what shadows mean
and how the sun shines.
Some children grow up
and ask where the sun
goes when the shadows
grow,
I know
that the silver
lining is a cliché,
but I keep looking at the clouds
expecting a miracle,
but the rain brings
no relief,
only pelts me with reason
after reason to keep writing
to you, even though you'll
never read these words,
I know one day
he will.
The sun always shines,
somewhere,
even on the cloudiest
nights, silver lines slice
through in patches,
and all the shapes
and shadows tell
me that.
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
And forgive me for staring but I've never seen/eyes like yours, take my breath, and I guess what I mean is/I'd follow you down into hell and back home if you'd let me.
If you'd let me I'd give you the rain, and that moment at night when the sun has just set, and the stars/and I'd give you my heart and the air in my lungs and I'd walk out to meet you/it's never too far if I hear your voice at the end.
If you'd let me.
If you'd let me I'd draw you a city and when it was done it would rise off the page, and surround you/and I'd bring you flowers at 4 in the morning/because I can't sleep when I know you're upset...
And I know that I'm young/and I know that you're busy/I know that I'm not what you planned and it doesn't make sense/but the problem is when I'm around you my heart is a tympany drum and my mind is a mess/and the only thing in this whole world that I want is to see/you/smile.
So if you'd let me I'd like to be someone who stays up till 5:15 in the blue morning and watches the sunrise with you from a rooftop/and looks at you like you're a dream.
And I love when you stutter and trip like a brook on your words, little pebbles that tumble out jumbled/I love how you laugh and the way the world fades when you look in my eyes and take/my breath/away.
I'd like to be someone whose voice makes you smile, whose bad jokes cheer you up on your cloudiest days/whose eyes in the dark tell you "You're the whole world, and there's nothing so wonderful as your next phrase."
I love that you hug me for longer than I have expected whenever you leave me behind/and I love that sad moment when I linger watching you go cause I can't walk away when I know you're still there...
And I love all your scars and the way you've endured and I want to be all that you're missing.
And if you'd let me I'd love you through all of your faults and your petty mistakes and your failings/and I'd be the steadying arms every bad day and the voice that cuts through your self doubt to say you are amazing/and I'd be a love of your life because I'd be so sure that you'd always be just what I wanted/and I'd bring you flowers at 4 in the morning/because I can't sleep when I love you so much...
If you'll let me I'll be your adoring companion/here, quiet and sure that you're brighter than all of the stars/if you let me I'll love you with all of the parts of me I have held back and I'll give you the world/and the only thing in this whole life that I'll want is to see/you/smile...
If you'll let me.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
It isn't the quality of the words that measure truth
it's the men we all see with such clear eyes
Two brothers trapped in a pitched battle
echoes of their roots displayed in a contest of wills
two brothers follow the same dream
two brothers dance the same songs
We can never stop being who we are
we can grow thriving under a perfect sun
but our roots forever spread from the single source
our birthplace and home
Two brothers trapped in a pitched battle
find peace at last in each others truth
we are the same inside the dream
we are fellow travelers
whose nature it is to find hope and love
in the cloudiest of days
Oct 2, 2021
Oct 2, 2021 at 11:33 AM UTC
I smelt the rain before it came, as
The smiling sun was tucked away.
I knew then that the time had come-
For singing children with kites were done,
Their joys and smiles gone with the sun.
And butterflies
(yellow, orange, and blue)
Had to run and hide
Until the storm was through.
These daffodils, lilies, roses, too,
Will stand beside me,
Water rushing at the knee-
A thousand city skylines,
Waters fallen previously,
Gigantic ships tucked in a bay,
All stand waiting for this day.
Like abandoned cars upon a country road,
They will take on every load.
Here I am,
Arms to the sky,
Like those daffodils on the
Cloudiest day, the loudest night.
Every piece of grass,
Every grain of sand,
The rain stops for no beast,
The rain stops for no man.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 1:20 AM UTC
Blooming in the heart of the sky
Gentle and free
Like a vibrant butterfly
You're a gladiolus
Supreme in it's strength
And you're so beautiful
You're heaven sent
You're gracious
A melanin queen
Your smile is like diamonds
At the bottom of a clear stream
You are the moon and the sun
Your laughter is infectious
And your presence feels like a warm embrace
You have an aura so luminous
It brightens up my world on my cloudiest days
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 10:43 PM UTC
i want to hold my hands in your hair forever
because i feel that they would be
safest there
and i want to stare into your eyes forever and read them
let me study you and breathe you in
let me kiss your pain away
and make you laugh because darling your laugh
echoes off the walls of this empty house and for that moment
i find so much peace
tell me everything you are passionate about
the things you hate and what makes your eyes sparkle
like they do and when they flicker briefly with excitement i
want you to grab my hand and spin me around
you are this faint ray of sunshine on the
cloudiest and greyest of days
i will cherish you even after i die
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 7:09 PM UTC
Love not forgotten, just placed on the back burner.
And one is reminded of a photograph with past lovers.
It never took much for you to make me weak.
The loving you gave sent chills down my spine,
made my soul do cartwheels,
and made my heart do back flips.
You felt the same. I know because I felt my energy
dance on your heart, and I could tell
when it got down to your bones.
I took the kinks out of your soul
and made life a smoother ride.
We were breaths of fresh air we both needed,
and we gave our spirits what they yearned for.
Ice cold winds beating against our faces.
Laughter so joyous it brought about permanent smiles.
You were contagious in the best way possible.
On the cloudiest day, the sun decided to break through
and make an appearance when we got closer to his space.
Knowing that you were the brightest star
that afternoon and he could never compare to you.
Gazing at each other and saying "I love you"
is what we did best that day. Moving my hands
so my fingers intertwined with yours,
with intentions of never letting go.
Placing kisses exactly where they belonged.
And our reciprocal love filled the air
Everyone could feel it. All eyes were on us.
Now we are strangers in different locations,
with hearts in different races
and minds in different places.
And we are left with a photograph
containing a love that ignited a fire in me
to create poetry.
4514
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
You light up my cloudiest days and my darkest nights
My evening star, you shine so bright.
You warm up my coldest mornings and the windiest days. You make my fears go away.
You fill up my heart with love, laughter and light. You make my soul soar, let’s take flight.
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 9:04 PM UTC
If only answers could be kind enough
To appear in the cloudiest of times
In the darkest of times
I would have survived.
If only the mind of the human being
The heart of the human being
Did not have to wonder all the time
Knows what to do all the time
I could have breathed.
If only
If only
If only
Things always turn out the way
I imagine it to be
I would
Have lived.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
the sun does not always shine on our lives so we
can bask in the rays of ultraviolet light beams. but
somewhere else in the world, the sun
is shining when the sun cannot be visible
in our light. The moon sacrifices itself for the sun
introspectively and mends a constitution of
unity and seizing the battles the sun faced with the moon.
the moon sacrifices itself to let the sun in to warm up
the world during the day. The moon desperately loves the sun.
even on our cloudiest of days someone is looking to the sky and seeing
the same sun, in the fellowship of unity of the world, the sun’s
always somewhere.
c.a.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 8:26 AM UTC