Archive for sky

Here Comes the Sun

Posted in Happy Poems, Hopeful Poems, Poems with tags , , , , , on December 13, 2013 by Myra's Circle

Here comes the sun,
Razing down the sky,
Touching the Earth,
It’s hand now gentle.

Here comes the sun,
Peeking past mountains,
Through the tendrils of time,
And in branches of trees.

Here comes the sun,
Battling the moon,
For every glory,
That the Earth owns.

Here comes the sun,
the light on our faces,
The longest joy, and yet,
Our darkest heart.

Here comes the sun,
Blasting the heavens,
With golden strings of light,
As it blesses the dreamers.

Heavens Above

Posted in Hopeful Poems, Nature Poems, Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , on October 23, 2013 by Myra's Circle

What happens to the sun,
When it falls every night?
Like an angel from Heaven,
When the moon takes flight?

What happens to the stars,
When the sun chases them away?
Where do they run to,
By night or by day?

What happens to the moon,
That sinks into sunrise?
Does it drown every morning,
 Before God’s eyes?

The Broken’s Cry

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 27, 2013 by Myra's Circle

It was a dark and rainy night
The sky falling into ruins
Hopelessness befalling the broken
As they tried once more to feel something.
Screaming at the lowly skies
They whisper softly of sadness
Of loneliness
Of despair.
The broken are not the lonely
It’s something more than that
A sort of sadness
That can’t be felt
By unbroken souls.
They cry out
And scream
Their calls are but a whisper
To the ones who
Do not break.
Those lucky

Endless Sky

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , on August 25, 2013 by Myra's Circle

I don’t
Understand why
the Sea
Is equated to drowning
I cannot count
The times
Have drowned in
The Sky.

The Sky

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , on August 1, 2013 by Myra's Circle

As the moon rises in the obsidian sky,

I look to the heavens and start to cry,

Then the skies’ tears begin to fall,

As if it could possibly understand me at all.

The sky has nothing to cry for and yet,

That only causes it to continue to fret,

It doesn’t want to be lonely again,

But then, it doesn’t know who to call it’s real friend.

The sky is alone, it almost never smiles,

But when the blue comes, a sun so bright beguiles

us with it’s beautiful brilliance.

The sky is strong, there are many worlds it holds,

Worlds that scream in pain from the cold,

Worlds crying out to a man that’s not here,

Worlds that are crying with a single tear.

When the Sky Fell Down

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , on July 5, 2013 by Myra's Circle

Then the sky fell into the emerald sea,
Made man and mermaid alike gasp in awe,
And all who witnessed such beautiful sight,
Would only suffer by the hand of a claw,
No sadness would be worth the fall,
No such awful pain beknown,
The terror of the deathly thrall.
So the sea and the sky became one,
United in the pitch blackness of the night,
Nothing could escape such blunder,
Not even the birds that took flight.
For under their wings, black feathers grew,
Till they flew no longer,
Yet as the darkness spread and flourished,
It could only grow even stronger.
A light, a single lantern, lit the night,
The night it was no more,
It shined brighter than any mere candle,
And that’s when the sky hit the floor.
It came down with a thud,
And no more pain could befall,
The day the sky fell down to the floor,
Oh, such a terrible thrall.

The Skies’ Memories

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , on June 17, 2013 by Myra's Circle

The sun shines down,
On this empty town,
It tries to escape,
A more brutal fate.

The skies are shrouded,
But not clouded,
They seem darker than dark,
And starker than stark.

I remember a time,
When skies shined,
That is no more,
And all skies pour.

The memories fall,
Down as the skies call,
To its friends,
Now and again.

The sun shines down,
On this town,
It remembers not,
The things it forgot.

The Skies’ Tears

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 15, 2013 by Myra's Circle

There are fears in me,
I cannot see,
I feel them though,
Heavier than a blow.

They come at night,
And blind my sight,
They take my feelings,
In a cruel dealing.

It captures my heart,
I can’t tear, nor part,
From this most awful spell,
On which I must dwell.

Forgive me my sorrows,
The sins of tomorrow,
I start again in pain,
Awaiting the cold of rain.

The skies pour down,
I am hell bound,
I try to scream,
But no one hears me.

And as I die,
In tears of sky,
I no longer care,
Just wish I weren’t there.

Dead Men

Posted in Nature Poems, Poems with tags , , , , , on February 19, 2013 by Myra's Circle

 The tragedies heard again and again,

Over the Dead Men’s mournful moans,

For we are the bones of the Dead Men,

But the Dead Men are not their bones.

There are memories heard from time to time,

When the Dead no longer sing,

Their song of songs, as old as rhyme,

It’s a tune with a sad sort of ring.

You may have heard it once or twice,

Tis a quiet little tune,

Softer than soft and to be precise,

It makes the Dead Men Swoon

The cries of the Dead Men are no longer heard,

For wherever their bones may lie,

Their bodies may always belong to the earth,

But their souls shall belong to the sky.

You Don’t Know

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on February 9, 2013 by Myra's Circle

You smile at me, but you don’t have a clue,

You don’t even know what I’ve been through.

All those years sitting quiet and smiling,

All the while, my sadness was piling.

When I was crying alone in my room,

You had no idea of my impending doom.

I always, always felt so alone,

Always listening to my mind’s sombre tone.

My sadness some day, will catch up to me,

Always at the door, without a key.

I’m trapped forever and ever, I cry,

But free as the birds that fly in the sky.

My sadness, it does not make sense,

My tears will always be this dense.

You never did see all those tears,

Not through all those heavy years.

But when I lost the battle I fought,

I didn’t know the pain I wrought.