On a blue lit canvass, they float by.
Together in the same big sky.
Its like they're dancing just for me.
A mountain of cotton, or marshmellow sea.
Sunset turns them into shades of violet-blue and pink.
With its rise, they smear like yellow paint, blotched with crimson ink.
So many sizes so many shapes.
Looks like a ballon, or bundle of grapes.
Sometimes they puff like popcorn balls skattered above my head.
Other times they spread out smooth, like pillows and a bed.
Each one that passes, represents a minute that has past.
How time goes by, looking in the sky. As I lay here in the grass.
A great poem!!! It's just what I'm thinking about all the time.. to lie in the grass and watch the clouds go by would be sooo nice...
I love this line: "Each one that passes, represents a minute that has past."
A nice work... hmm... it's really good... hmmm... *looks at the emptiness around* strange... did all people have a bad day on 15th of June?
If they did... then the poetry forum would be flooded with depressing poems today:laugh:
Originally Posted by Lasura
yeah they wuld have but this poem
Originally Posted by Peach_follows
is really awesome i like it alot you
really are great as wording things
in your poems. and using paint
was really cool