Category: Cloud Poetry

Why not send us your own cloud poetry? Remember to include your full name and where you live.

From Guo Wei

Guo Wei, Member 57,319, wrote this poem after seeing Circumzenithal Arc when leaving home one morning.  The image shared here was taken on a walk in Beichen Mountain, Xiamen, China

《解构与重组——环天顶弧之歌》

每一天
我站在原地
万事万物流过我
以气息、话语、文字
咀嚼的质地
或只是纯粹明暗的光线
渐变的波长、频谱
穿透我
用一切确定与不确定性,将我
扭转、分散、符号化

风把我的碎片卷曲、打包
投向高空的尘埃和冰晶,以及大气中
无法自证其存在的颗粒
于是我习惯性在清早眺望太阳凝望的方向
终见天空微笑

© Guo Wei

Cirrus uncinus

Sherman Schapiro (Member 56,083) of Eureka, CA, USA wrote this Haiku after seeing the Cloud-a-Day of 14th August 2022. We’ve accompanied it with the image used in that Cloud-a-Day which was taken by Celia Quinn (member 53,053) and shows Cirrus uncinus clouds over Mount Pinos in the Transverse Ranges, South California, US

Cirrus uncinus

Those wispy wonders;
Kitelike clouds fly high above,
Spirits in the sky.

© Sherman Schapiro

CLOUDSHIP, SPACESHIP

Ric Johnson has written “Cloudship, Spaceship”, a poem based on this photograph he took which was obviously a flying saucer disguised as a cloud!

CLOUDSHIP, SPACESHIP

Oh, gorgeous saucer
Cruising, skirting
Clouded skies.

Slim saucer surveying
A cloudship sweeping
In trim exercise.

Cloudship as spaceship
Skims on patrol
Perhaps us they despise.

Camouflaged spaceship
Cunning as cloud
And quietly spies.

Marauding she gleams
A sauntering dreamer
Our world she defies.

Assessing, digesting
Thinking, deciding
As time flies.

Such spirit of travel
Exploring new dawns
While thought multiplies.

In our world unread
We battle away
Unaware of surprise.

Deceiving me here
She’s nothing but vapour
As the crow flies.

Gleaming creature depart
Away from our years
Leaving us to our skies.

Unforming, dissolving
Maybe sensing our sorrows
As Earth cries.

© Ric Johnson – Another Liverpool Poet

The Clouds of Life by Rachel Jacobs

Rachel Jacobs, Member 55,934 wrote told us she “created a poem for the firmly-minded purpose of the well-being of the clouds”.  We hope you enjoy it as much as we did.

The Clouds of Life

A round of life, and that of death

Who beckons those away.

Who steals the knife, who steals the breath

Of those who yearn to stay.


Of brevity, of shortness

Rather infant fresh demise,

Of lives and souls of drifting wisps,

Of youth with all but lies.


To them they are of Cirrus

Who crane their necks to see,

A faintly there, but there alas,

Of actuality.


Of those who seek revenge,

Who sought and seek and went,

To all the spitting measures

But never reached content.


Altocumulus they turn,

Their souls reach up and are,

Through hills and dales they try and fail

A moon without a star.


And gentlemen and ladies

With motives good and true, 

Who shine through after darkness

And honour through and through,


These noble ones at heart,

Who learned in the lore,

Become all the fair cumulus

In kindness evermore.


And it comes, by-and-by,

From solid, sinking, be,

To serene drifting sighs,

Of man dustpaned by me.


Swept away by rolls of clouds

With kerchief, breath and shroud,

For life nor death can sunder

All the love to man endowed.


© Rachel Jacobs 2022

“The Kiss” by Ric Johnson

Ric Johnson, a poet from Liverpool, took this photograph and wrote a limerick about it whilst travelling North on the M6, somewhere in the Midlands, UK.  This particular kiss only lasted for a very short time before dissolving.

The Kiss

You may think this is just hit and miss

When two clouds have a moment of bliss

A collision of lips at height atmospheric

Left us loonies below in a state quite mesmeric

As giants melt in Cumulus kiss!

© Ric Johnson 2022 – Another Liverpool Poet

Cloud Poetry

Isabell VanMerlin wrote this poem a while ago following many gray days in New England. She incorporated it with a photograph taken in Dover, NH, where she lives.

A Cloudy Day of Art

Kathleen Janick, member 49,856, sent us this tongue-in-cheek poetic expression of her experience in the CAS cloud watercolor workshops hosted by Donna Levinstone and Gavin Pretor-Pinney. The painting here is one she made during the workshop.

Photographer’s Dilemma

Terry Alby, member 40,752, wrote this poem for our Gallery Editor, Ian Loxley. He told us it’s about old photographers who love all the beauty that abounds and has the alternative titles of “Old Photographer’s Don’t Die Young!” or “Don’t Blame the Lens”

“Underdog”

Lorra Rudman sent us several of her poems but this one, entitled “Underdog”, is her favourite and was written in 1984.

Underdog

Cloudy is the underdog
Who dresses all in grey
But has she not the right to joy
As any Sunny day?

She reaches out her rolling strength
To charge me full and strong
To lift me high on passion arms
To nurture me along.

The rays of Sun are always warm
He’s simple to define
But Cloudy’s the romantic one
Whose dark deserves to shine.

© Lorra Rudman 1984