Pages tagged with Clouds

Most people don't like getting caught in the rain, but as a young boy I used to love it. Things are different when it's raining and people do strange things. So this prose is a snapshot of a boy watching people and things when it's raining.
short poem about angels eyes in the heavens,that down at us 24/7.. look up on a dark night and think !
We get up early today. Father and I are going on a flight through the canyons.
Paradise is a "normal" world. It is the cultivation of the species which regulates and proves whether or not it exists as a world of paradise. - Uthrania Seila Sentana-Ries Cortez
Time moves slowly in Maine. The raw beauty of mid-coast Maine is a reminder of it's rich and rustic history.
Max stood in the doorway until the truck Danielle was riding in was out of sight. To let her go was one of the hardest things he'd ever had to do. Max had to find a way to go on until they were together again.
this is a poem I wrote for a friend she is real close to me and I want to keep our friendship strong
Hindrances in life are transient, just like the black clouds that cover the silvery moon. All one needs is that hidden spark to endure that dark phase.
My clouds come along my way This is my first attempt at posting printed cloudy poetry
Mona and Felipe return to Southern Arm and everything appears normal until tragedy strikes.
It's so true, that love always makes men a poet. it's this lovely feeling that they fall in love.
Sometimes it feels so nice to look at the moon at night and dream that you're talking to it, the moon being one of the pillars of love.
Throughout the summer of 1944, Filipe spends time alone outside. He enjoys watching the clouds and imagines he can see the faces of angels. He feels lonely too, not scared but a loneliness that he is unable to explain. In September of that same year He begins school.
How many times have you allowed your emotions to take you where you really do not want to go...into a hell of your own making...I speak from experience...knowing that being able to recognize this pattern is a way to release it...enjoy and be honest with yourself!!!
As we gaze through pages of history there are many who have made their mark and then fallen, kings, emperors and such like. We still have those who place their mark destroying thousands of lives...over and over again.
Perception the third Today seems to be a day of perceptions only As I read your poetry My mind becomes clear of your feelings dear...
Do you experience out of body you see into other realms of light... do you know how to access the moon and clouds...not to worry read this and enjoy...
Experiencing beautiful moments one moonlit night.
When I was a teen I worked on a ranch in southern Utah, this is a poem about a cattle drive in the mountains where we pastured our cattle in the summer time and drove them out of the mountains in late summer on horse back...Something one had to earn.
Wanting to feel the beauty and serenity of the rustling winds together with immortal memories shared with special someone that provokes the recollection of the unforgotten past..
My faith is a personal journey. I find quiet strength and comfort in the simplicity of life...
To every human being, there will always be memories of their past. To some, they put forth their own story. Others just opted to forever conceal them in their hearts .
The tenderness of love can be found even in the desert. To experienced the beauty of the surrounding scene where the beholder could only understand.
No matter where you go find you will bitchy women...all sorts, shapes and first they seem like friends then they stab you in the back..figuratively...and sometimes literally..they do not realize that they will receive their comuppance in many many ways...bless them all...
This came to me as I started to write. I love watching the sky with all its colours shifting and changing throughout the day and how the clouds draw pictures for me. Night brings forth a different view...glittering stars on dark velvet incredible...alll
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