Looking at the Sky Poem, by Lizzy Renee, at My poetic side

Looking at the clouds,

Up high in the Sky,

Guessing shapes with a friend nearby.

"That looks like a Tree!"

"That looks like a Deer!"

Floating in the stratosphere.

Once there are no clouds,

Just a big sheet of blue spread over the World.

At night a blanket of stars tells the World 'good night'

Later morning comes, but there is no light.

The Clouds above, don't shine they fight.

Thunder, Punching.

Lightning, screaming.

Knuckles crunching.

Rain, crying.

Unsatisfying.

Later, the clouds make up,

Forgetting the big mix up.

They stay bleach white,

Floating, shining bright.

Comments +

FredPeyer August 17th, 2017 20:18
A beautiful poem, Lizzy. It starts so nice, all happy.....and then the unexpected rough time, but finishing on a positive note again.
O.G. Tone August 17th, 2017 21:27
Good composition Ms. Renee?..The pic. Tell alot about the story.

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