Standing in middle of yard, seeing up the sky
I found peace in birds, flying up so high
It's a rainy day but brain cells quite dry
Creamy textured clouds but the still do cry
Always wanna say something, but I've got no might
It's now getting Dark but there's a bulb to light
That's it! nothing stops, you always make a try
This poem makes no sense but I just gotta write
'Cause today I see 180° up in the sky
Author's note;
No matter how boring this poem is-- It's so special to me. One day 2 years ago I was sitting in our courtyard and I noticed that I can see 180° of the sky from here. I, just out of nowhere thought to write a poem on it. I had no Idea where this would go in future. That was the first day of me falling in Love with POEMS. Pray for my journey and I pray for you all- reading this. Indeed! It's GOD who helped me with everything <3
About the Creator
Maryam Batool
I'm 17
I'm a storyteller who loves poems, fiction, and romance. Creativity is my constant companion. I take joy in turning thoughts into worlds. Writing is my way of exploring life and connecting with others
Ready to let my writing bloom!
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Comments (4)
I love the raw emotion and honesty in this poem! You've beautifully captured that mix of stillness and movement in nature, and how it reflects inner feelings. The way you describe the sky, the clouds, and the birds is so vivid, and I can really feel that sense of contemplation. Even though you say the poem "makes no sense," it actually speaks volumes about finding light and pushing through even when things feel uncertain. Sometimes just writing is the perfect way to express what’s inside.
"Wonderful! You will be surprised to know that out of all the poems I've read from you so far, this one is my favorite. You truly made a very impressive start to your writing. 'Creamy textured clouds but they still do cry'—this line is amazing! Keep writing like this! Sister.
No poem is boring poem. It's the soul seeking during the writing that matters.
I love the honesty in this poem! Sometimes writing is just about capturing a moment, and you did that so well here. It may feel random, but it reflects that first spark of creativity that led you to fall in love with poetry. Keep going, and best of luck on your journey!