Above The Clouds

Above The Clouds short poem

Photo by Chris Sorge


Soaring above, around the clouds,

I feel surrounded by thought bubbles.

Such a fascinating sight,

My imagination takes flight.

Few trying to race,

While the pretty ones just laze.

From up above, a frilly floor,

From below, heavenly ceiling decor.

Some bold and rigid,

Some constantly changing.

They have their ‘highs & ‘lows,

As they strike a pose.

Them smudge marks, unsure,

Some float independently.

Team players form clusters;

Of fairies to mean monsters.

Cool clouds absorb the sun,

They turn the rays to hope

It transforms the gold sun shining

Into its own silver lining!

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Divya Menon

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
I write about anything that makes me think. I write to express. Yet i write for myself! This poem about the clouds was written while i was soaring above them on my way to The Netherlands.
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of
avatar
wpDiscuz

Above The Law

Above The Law short poem

If the bees can’t sting within their wax how can they attack outside? if a snake can’t swallow a dead rat what about a flying bat? the lion has shed tears when a rabbit intruded his territory. A tilapia has

One Time Above A Little Shop

One Time Above A Little Shop short poem

One time above a little shop, An old greengrocer climbed on top, Despite himself he could not stop, The world had changed forever. The fruit of that old grocers loins, Became obsessed with notes and coins, She knew the club

Beyond The Clouds

Beyond The Clouds short poem

In my childhood fancy I very often wished To have a pair of wings Like the feathered creatures Having fun in the endless sky Thinking, if my wish were granted I would love to rise up too And fly over

Clouds

Clouds long poem

Light lit the sky hangs the gloom of cloud says I room for sailing like a mast floating along the streaming blue lye Clouds are white coloured in pink moving rapidly above shore suddenly stopping drifting again edged are the

In Clouds

In Clouds short poem

You walk on burning embers like a black stone to meet the end before beginning on empty landscape. What was the need to cross a saviour? Death had the wedding anniversary in a garden – full of blessings for the