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POEM STARTER
Write a poem that could be titled ‘Cloudy’.
Whether you stick with weather imagery, or explore emotive ideas, try and keep this title in mind as you write.
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A little cloud High oh so high I wish to feel it’s softness, From that image in the sky. Like cotton candy, looking oh so soft and sweet, Though I know deep down, we simply wouldn’t meet If I brushed my hand right by, It’s just water but in my mind I can pretend, It holds the comfort of a friend.
you feel so far, far off the ground. with skin so gray, gray with piercing mist.
you feel so heavy, heavy rain runs down your feet. with a voice of malice, malice to warn the peaks.
then there is light, light with fire and ash. with a spark of death, death to the life you drown.
you watch the flood, flood of fleeing children. with winds to tear, tear into homes.
at last there is silence, silence to mourn. when light returns, there is no fear.
Cloudy ignorance blooms under the turbulent turquoise sky of silver It hangs above my head like an umbrella
Ignorance is bliss A thick skin of grey protected me
Cloudy grey morality blinds my eyes Sometimes it is better for the blind to lead the blind
A bystander I was A bystander to be
It is better to stand with my eyes closed, Then to crawl with my eyes open
The path forward is cloudy.
An impenetrable fog Has risen from the earth.
I find myself in a strange place, on my hands and knees, feeling about for obstacles, blind to the space before me.
Once in my hand, A flashlight — now a land mine.
How did I get here?
Would I recognize Anything around me If I could see?
Would I recognize myself?
I can’t turn back To retrace my steps For they have vanished Behind me.
Is it safe to stay still? Could I wait for the mist to clear? How much time do I have Before danger finds me here?
"strangers" that word hurts just to say ,strangers when they use to people that spoke to each other everyday.strangers when they walk pass each other ,they were so close but yet so far away.
two hearts as one until something pushed them to change,life came in and said they were both to blame ,the barbaric words they both spat at one another put there love story to shame ,they tried to make it work but they knew nothing was the same.
last resort was to hate and ignore call each other names even though they hearts were still sore,she called him a stalker ,he called her a whore,those are words that make you see a person different then before.
maybe they were young maybe that was the case ,but it doesn't change the fact that they both had to feel a heart break,they were different but yet they were the same ,one was ying to other's yang ,both loved music and one love to sing , he was her dork and she was his queen now there just strangers what does that mean ? Stubborn so you won't hear them saying anything evolving a apologie that may not mean a thing.
there going to walk around hiding there hearts under there sleeves, hiding there true emotions until they mind start to believe that they love wasn't there ,that it wasn't meant be ,tears clogging in there eyes until they can't see , looking in the mirror at themselves asking "what happen to me ?".
so now there just strangers that use to kiss , strangers that in there minds neither one of them exist ,strangers that had a chance but they missed ,strangers that feel broken but don't want to be fixed.
strangers that need to put there differences aside , strangers that need to pick up there voices and stop what's about to divide,cause everyone knows there both hurting inside,they had the love but didn't know how to provide , Everyone kept looking in there window from the outside ,there's no more them there's no more hi's there just strangers with fake smiles and goodbyes walking around blaming each other's side.
leaving on bad terms that no one likes can't speak to each other cause they're running on thin ice ,they always said loving someone come with a sacrifice now they're strangers with some memories that were nice.
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