Poems about sky

I went to the terrace and looked up,
The sky blushed and tore itself open.
I stood close to the edge,
To get a better view of the town,
It was the playfulness of the wind,
That finally took away my breath.

It was in the silence,
That I heard the branches talk to the wind,
And saw the leaves, swaying gently,
To the music the sky sang for the earth.

I closed my eyes,
To take in the smell,
To hang these pictures,
On the walls of my brain.
So that I could revisit this lane of memory,
Whenever it gets a little lonely,
So that I could have a little of symphony,
In my otherwise tuneless journey



I looked at the horizon,
And saw the sun wave a good bye,
The sky bled, hoping it could get it to stay.
The sun, in turn, left a million stars,
As a promise and as a reminder, that it would return.

With a reluctance will,
I saw the sun,
Blend into the sky,
Splitting itself, into pretty colors,
Maybe that's why, the sky can do this every day,
It knows that even when the sun is gone,
It remains a part of herself.

I pondered for a minute, how nice it would be to made up of the sunsets. A hopeful kind of goodbye.

I looked up at the sky, and saw the moon wink at me,
Despite myself, I felt a smile tugging on my lips.
It was a moment or an hr later
When the moon told me, it's not conscious of the scars on its face,
That they're beyond self pity.
(take it people, moon does not give a shit about your idea of beauty. Assholes)

It was with a much better spirit, that I left the terrace,
With a cheer in my footsteps and a new poem on my finger tips.

Enchanting mountains, enchanted eyes
Platinum Everest against the skies
Bolts of thunder deadly bright
Hold her till she bleeds tonight.
In the wind, purple lanterns glow
Shine, glimmer, all lights go
Hush, you Sculptor
Carve me out of stone
You, Mister sculptor,
Hold your sculpture close.
Inside, is what you hold a beating heart
Or stars crashing into the sea?
You are the thunderstorm at night
Whose touch like thunder faints me to sleep.

If the sky was a swan,
Each whispering cloud
That sat on its breast
Would be the thousands
Of feathered wishes
Of those down below,
The thousands of hearts
Sending pure intentions
And deep-felt longings
Up where they collect
Into ribbons of light,
Representing the best side
Of all of us.

© 2/27-28/13

Vultures
Drift through
The
Imperial sky
Wait for
Their feast
As the
Carcass of
Mankind shall die
Through
The
Window of
The
Imperial sky

The Sky cries once in a while
From missing The Land too much

But look at The Land,
He grows flowers from her tears,
Collect them for his organs to breathe

Gently breezing
By my face
You dance upon
The morning sky,

Intricately,
Patterned lace,
I watch
As it just passes by,

But he is just
So beautiful,
He entrances
Every eye,

A lovely little
Floating wisp
In the form
Of butterfly,

On the air
So clean an crisp,
I wave a hand
But no goodbye

An not a single grieving tear
Not a tear for me to cry,

As I know
I will definitely
See you again
One day.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Your eyes dilate as they stare into mine
My name trickles out of your mouth like a song
The stars align concocting your facial structure
Lovely is all your smile can be
Arms grasping my body like hope
Water trickles down your cheek; revealing the thousands of lives you've lived
Breathing the air of subtle beauty
The sun beamed it's rays to create your shine
Twinkling lights fill your thoughts
I shall need you until the day I'm not allowed to
I will bask in your words until they cease to speak.

I see clouds,
Painted onto the sky,
They look like hills,
I could walk over them,
If only,
They weren't,
Mere water vapour,
Standing liken to mountains,
With castles on top,
As the day changes,
The sun sets slowly,
The clouds hang static,
They're fully charged,
Slowly filling with rain,
Lashes of rain,
Splashes of rain,
Soon they will pile,
The sky electric,
Waiting to prepare an overnight storm,
Perhaps tomorrow,
Maybe it won't be so warm.
(C) Livvi