Cloud Poetry

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

From Jackie S Brooks

Clouds Constantly changing shape, lovely cumulus clouds A fluffy and white skyscape tinged with grey, and sometimes pink, All foaming and frothing like the suds in a sink. A gallery of soft sculpture forms up at great height, And the watcher for sure who has an imaginative eye, Will be delightfully rewarded With such sights […]

From Indrani Ananda

“PLENTY OF SUNSHINE FROM THE WORD ‘GO’ “ Have you seen the forecast map for Summer on the way? It’s “wall-to-wall”, it’s “plenty”, and stronger by the day; A field-day for the ‘lobsters’ as the UV bakes them pink; It’s what they want beside the sea – skin cancer? They don’t think! If we’re not […]

From Sue Shaw

from Wooler, Northumberland Set Your Sights High or (You Cannot Be Cirrus!!) I aspire to Asperatus, ‘Though my aim is Alto Stratus And my Cumulo’s not as Nimbus as it was. But my Circumzenithal Arc Looks just as good, light or dark, With my Kelvin-Helmholtz, Fringed with Diamond Dust. As my Auntie Crepuscular says “Don’t […]

From Indrani Ananda

Brighton, UK THE CLOUD WATCHER I saw a sultan’s palace in the clouds With minarets gold-dipped in setting sun; Its lapis-blue paved stairways spanned the sky Then fell away as evening’s light was done. I watched a fronded bird of paradise Become a crystal dancer in the blue; She spun with graceful lacy cirrus veils […]

From Vladimir Zaitsev

Clouds Immemorabel thoughts of the earth. As sullen dragons slip down along the backs of sleeping volcanoes. As night horsemen fly over the pointed peaks of forest castles. As regal carpets sprawl at the feet of starry temples, and carry on their sails the chants of celestial cities. © Vladimir Zaitsev

From spiggsy

Clouds I look high to the clouds And I am peaceful now; To see them float high in the sky Makes my spirit want to cry. Not for the silly sake of sadness But ‘cause my mood is one of gladness; For ‘tis always worth the trouble made To witness wonder forth displayed. The sunlight […]

From Ian Mills

from Scarborough, UK Clouds are not the cheeks of angels you know they’re only clouds. Friendly sometimes, but you can never be sure. If I had longer arms I’d push the clouds away or make them hang above the water somewhere else, but I’m just a man who needs and wants, mostly things he’ll never […]

From James Robson

Oxford, UK I know that you see me And I can sense you are there, Time to collect my thoughts. A deep breathe in and I begin to stare. You move so fast You move with the wind, But I want you to stay longer I want you to be pinned. You are almost gone […]

From Matt Stradling

Scarborough, UK THE CLOUD COLLECTOR “Where are you going,” a stranger asked, “With your fine mesh net and cardboard box?” I’m going out, collecting the clouds, Across the field and over the rocks. “What are you doing?” a student said, “In your threadbare coat and woollen hood?” I’m roving wide, collecting the clouds, Towards the […]