Cloud Poetry

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

From Christopher North.

Almassera vella Relleu Spain Clouds. This morning’s clouds shroud the mountain. They dull the valley, they have closed the room, they have enclosed us in a coldness. Our lashes pearl. They want us to honour them. Those grey, cream and grey with a smudged edge clouds, honour them and the long streams of clouds just […]

From Jacqueline Mai.

Pedro Our cat companion of 21 years Has gone to his heaven to join his mama. I imagine soft clouds holding and comforting him Where before it was us and our now empty arms. Passing clouds dapple his earthly resting place With a constant balm of caresses Bathing him in light and shade And taking […]

From Jacqueline Mai.

The Silent Dance Grey, fast moving sky, Dense blanket clouds, tearing, Releasing gold patches From the clear sky above. And in the turbulence, In its dips and hollows, Seabirds crest the thermal waves Riding the wind, Weaving a silent dance In an empty sky, Secretly, just for me, Alone outdoors. . Beyond the birds, clouds […]

From Timothy McNeal.

Alzey – Germany. STARS AND CLOUDS Humid masses, pink and gray, rushing, vanish, stay awhile, forming lumps, aim at begetting, generating shapes of wonder. Fable-children, night and day, forever doomed to play, beguile, wish to escape the spheric setting, wanting myth and break asunder. Full of despair they fight their way, drifting along many a […]

From Celia Warren

Devon, UK. CIRROCUMULIMERICK Cirrocumulus catches the eye: Ice-particle clouds, way up high. You may well lick your lips, Adding salt to your chips, But you can’t eat a mackerel sky. © Celia Warren 2007.

From Pebbles.

“How Old Are You” You know you are hooked when you drive off the road because you can’t take your eyes off it. It has been there for only a few seconds, minutes, moments, but it is long enough. You tell your mate, check it out. He doesn’t see it, you start to doubt. But […]

From David Crawford.

Suffolk, England Sam. (This is for all parents) … Up there in the summer sky, I showed my mum a big, white man. He was really there, but I wonder why she smiled and called him Sam Fairy Anne? © David Crawford 2002.

From Phil Sanders.

Summer Storm The Summer storm is brewing The clouds are gathering round And all across the sky Is a cacophony of sound The lightning flashes sharply And splits the sky in two From the sparks of Gaia’s eyes As they turn the darkest hue Nature at its fiercest Reminding man once more Whatever he invents […]

From Ann Brodziak.

Mosman Park, Western Australia Cloudland they float drift sail on the wind don’t need anchors know tempest and calm hide moon and stars rain on our parade enhance sunrise and sunset depress us inspire us make us want to see beyond. © Ann Brodziak 2007