"lenticular" poems - Hello Poetry

Lenticular clouds Quickly mask the mountain top Morning chill persists

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Mar 14, 2017

Mar 14, 2017 at 12:07 AM UTC

stan-patty

Haiku: Mt. Rainier

Lenticular clouds Quickly mask the mountain top Morning chill persists

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The gracile figurine bubblewraped in warmth:: protected She is smoke in a midnight room Defying any fingerprints::: vulnerability, for her, a vile, repressive word oh that visage oh obfuscated view... sacrosanct shadow in the dark Her Lenticular frames Sit wide-eyed, unwatered and ::unmoved:: cold victory of another day. another inward, in-word retreat. for her braille heart untouched still she fears punctuation Endings. I guess for her it’s the thought of losing hope

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Jul 23, 2018

Jul 23, 2018 at 1:26 AM UTC

clark-davis-hitchens

Sacrosanct

The gracile figurine bubblewraped in warmth:: protected She is smoke in a midnight room Defying any fingerprints::: vulnerability, for her, a vile, repressive word oh that visage oh obfuscated view... sacrosanct shadow in the dark Her Lenticular frames Sit wide-eyed, unwatered and ::unmoved:: cold victory of another day. another inward, in-word retreat. for her braille heart untouched still she fears punctuation Endings. I guess for her it’s the thought of losing hope

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I wish to know the universe in all its various weird manifestations. I want to hibernate inside a lenticular cloud for one year straight; I want to be suspended among cryophiles living inside ice cores buried deep deep underneath cold opal blue polar ice glaciers and snowfields; I want to be amid the thermophiles and feel the flames of the sun lick the very essence of my soul from within its hot orange nuclear molten core; I want to wander in space, float in zero g from one celestial body to the other. But most of all, I want to be. Jus be. Like a bullfrog on a lily pad croaking into the cold thin night.

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Sep 23, 2015

Sep 23, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC

mike-dm

a thought

I wish to know the universe in all its various weird manifestations. I want to hibernate inside a lenticular cloud for one year straight; I want to be suspended among cryophiles living inside ice cores buried deep deep underneath cold opal blue polar ice glaciers and snowfields; I want to be amid the thermophiles and feel the flames of the sun lick the very essence of my soul from within its hot orange nuclear molten core; I want to wander in space, float in zero g from one celestial body to the other. But most of all, I want to be. Jus be. Like a bullfrog on a lily pad croaking into the cold thin night.

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Wish to be an unmoving mountain, Snow clasped, untouched and cold. A big lenticular cloud casting its shadow, Over the peak, that has the view of a world. I see myself failing to achieve this, A curious mind is often a curse. There's a little whisper and chatter, Like a curious deer, I stick my antlers in Someone has built a little dwelling, I hear the stomp and the noise now. As I watch, don't wish to be bothered, But stealthily I observe now. Curious mind , Oh! it should explode, If I don't tend to it now, so I must know, Just a little peek , is all I want , Promise to tiptoe back safely. I speak not, of the many misadventures, That shaped my past and my being. Intense reckonings that are a bit distasteful, Remind me to stay away from the drama. A peek is all it takes, the stranger knows now, Let's get acquainted , they say to me. I shake my head in a 'yes' reluctantly, Oh curiosity! you have me in your grasp again! Little by little, it seeps into your mind, As curiosity and desire go hand in hand, Just a tiny bit , I should know their story, What makes them , the way they are. I invite them, into my own dwelling now. Show them this minds artful creation, Stories for stories in exchange, From acquaintance to friends now. Curiosity flows like the river now, Washing away the sands of time, Missing those cues to stop now, Oversharing and sharing secrets. They Talk, I talk , a little more everytime, The never ending stories of times past. Some more of the present now, It seems, I put my trust in them. I know their secrets but do I dare? They know mine, and yes they can tell, My failures, vulnerabilities and fears, All's an open book for their eyes. A book they gladly share and overshare, Till the rim bursts and the pages swell. All my bruises known to all, Who else to blame and names do I call. Alas, I have been a fool again! Drowning to the oceans depth, Wished I be the unmoving mountain, Even reaching it's base is now uncertain. You've done the deed and is yours only, To bear the fruit of your own desire, Distasteful, bitter and cold, I sit undone, forlorn burning in a pyre.

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Apr 12, 2024

Apr 12, 2024 at 1:59 PM UTC

Blissfulnobody

Stranger Danger!

Wish to be an unmoving mountain, Snow clasped, untouched and cold. A big lenticular cloud casting its shadow, Over the peak, that has the view of a world. I see myself failing to achieve this, A curious mind is often a curse. There's a little whisper and chatter, Like a curious deer, I stick my antlers in Someone has built a little dwelling, I hear the stomp and the noise now. As I watch, don't wish to be bothered, But stealthily I observe now. Curious mind , Oh! it should explode, If I don't tend to it now, so I must know, Just a little peek , is all I want , Promise to tiptoe back safely. I speak not, of the many misadventures, That shaped my past and my being. Intense reckonings that are a bit distasteful, Remind me to stay away from the drama. A peek is all it takes, the stranger knows now, Let's get acquainted , they say to me. I shake my head in a 'yes' reluctantly, Oh curiosity! you have me in your grasp again! Little by little, it seeps into your mind, As curiosity and desire go hand in hand, Just a tiny bit , I should know their story, What makes them , the way they are. I invite them, into my own dwelling now. Show them this minds artful creation, Stories for stories in exchange, From acquaintance to friends now. Curiosity flows like the river now, Washing away the sands of time, Missing those cues to stop now, Oversharing and sharing secrets. They Talk, I talk , a little more everytime, The never ending stories of times past. Some more of the present now, It seems, I put my trust in them. I know their secrets but do I dare? They know mine, and yes they can tell, My failures, vulnerabilities and fears, All's an open book for their eyes. A book they gladly share and overshare, Till the rim bursts and the pages swell. All my bruises known to all, Who else to blame and names do I call. Alas, I have been a fool again! Drowning to the oceans depth, Wished I be the unmoving mountain, Even reaching it's base is now uncertain. You've done the deed and is yours only, To bear the fruit of your own desire, Distasteful, bitter and cold, I sit undone, forlorn burning in a pyre.

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this intergalactic electric ecstatic dakini spinning enchantments to launch dew souls Rocky Mountain hiiiiiiighhhh brewing bitchinest dreams inside lenticular lookout fixin to spit stitches at broken globular after I mend my frays who babbles hypothetically thru abstruse WTFerland wants you to know: I do believe in thinks and its holy whattheshits here there everywhere all. of. it.

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May 18, 2017

May 18, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC

everlastingcherry

say, I do believe in its and thinks

this intergalactic electric ecstatic dakini spinning enchantments to launch dew souls Rocky Mountain hiiiiiiighhhh brewing bitchinest dreams inside lenticular lookout fixin to spit stitches at broken globular after I mend my frays who babbles hypothetically thru abstruse WTFerland wants you to know: I do believe in thinks and its holy whattheshits here there everywhere all. of. it.

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