Why not send us your own cloud poetry? Remember to include your full name and where you live.
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
From Natasha Lau.
Monsters in the Sky They were the most magnificent clouds I had ever seen. Like the foam of a breaking wave, they tumbled across the sultry summer sky. They were like a splatter of white paint against a stretch of lurid blue, and, at the same time, resembling enormous swollen tongues, unfurling from the heavens, […]
From Jacqueline Mai.
Spring-cleaning is under way. When morning clouds scuttle away I shake the blanket of sleep from my head And step into the warm mist of the shower. I dress in fleecy clothes of cloudlike softness, And my hair, wispy now, floats like cirrus clouds Around my sunny smile. Cumulus clouds of cotton wool add moisturizer, […]
From Margaret H. Brooks.
Could a cloud lie? Great dollops of whipping cream clouds boiled up from the south late this evening changing shapes plump forms rolling over one another in play huggable. If you look away, of course you miss it all the sky is clear until another storybook page slips into view. A child preparing to bed […]
From Adrian Beckett.
Birmingham, UK. Clouds of moods. A cloudy day, a moody grey I feel the same inside You read me well, we share the mood That neither of us can hide. You show me your mood Though I dare not show mine So how do you see through me? That all my thoughts are thine. Thin […]
