Cloud Poetry

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

From Nick Goth

AUTUMN SKYSCAPE Dawn comes in a flash of colour, the sky torn apart by yellow, stark leafless trees stand out against the heavens which have thin wispy clouds that hide the sun behind an ocean of colour that my eyes struggle to see. Soon the brightness dies like a wilting flower and the clouds layer […]

From Esteban H H Trillo

Delle nubi incedono gli adoratori nel torpore di case eteree © Esteban H H Trillo

From Esteban HH Trillo

Cloud Vessel I wrote at noon — till few seconds before I was staring at such a spectacular manifestation of clouds’ morphing in their vivid own life — I shifted my gaze over to the landscape outside my bedroom’s window which looks towards north-east. I really saw something magic — a very form of life […]

From Sarah Gathergood

To Touch a Cloud No desire to meet one so, because in the mind we truly know; to touch ‘twould be an icy shock. Let it linger that soft touch, in the mind and nothing but. © Sarah Gathergood

From Kevin Bole

Shadow Cloud I cast a shadow on this earth, a passing cloud then gone, Phasing in, then out, then in, full in strength, then fading dim, a unique part of one. © Kevin Bole

From Justin Baillieu Fitzpatrick

September’s Spring September’s spring nearly full sprung, yet August winds still chill, here upon mountain top; clouds scud, scoot and clamour, pale fluffy faces huff, while darkened cumulous puff, precipitately pregnant, we await the fall. © Mountain Fog (AKA Justin Baillieu Fitzpatrick)

From Jenny Walker

The Cloud Floating in a crystal sky Made from ice and water, she Goes drifting elegantly by Moving very airily Soft as lace, untouchable Going where the wind does blow Her beauty is infallible Though we can never tell her so Dazzling white will fade to grey But her beauty’s undiminished Her tears fall through […]

From Roger Stone

Frowning Stormcloudbrows Stains straying Straining stairs of unclimbable mountainclumps to heaven

From David Franks

Newcastle upon Tyne, U.K. THROUGH THE NIGHT – AUTUMN 2001 The moon’s beam drew-out, White, a passing curly-cloud From the inky sky. © David Franks/WalkaboutsVerse 2003