Anti-Poetry

The sky is dark. Soon it will rain.
If clouds could feel would they know pain?
And if they did, would they remain
Or flee instead? To keep from sane.

Once flying to Hong Kong, I saw,
Up in the sky, a sight so raw:
The structure of great clouds. In awe,
I felt my face forget my jaw.

Great clouds that stood (floated?) like stone.
As white as pristine preserved bone.
While seeming soft. I took my phone
Then put it back. This sight’s my own.

This thought’s my own as well. I think
Poets try to attach feelings
To be closer. I’m fine apart.
I watch the rain begin to start.




Poetry by Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-05-08 at 17:19

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Albert Vynckier The PoetBay support member heart!
yes and the rain is apart? not a torrent...do you get me clear?
2026-05-09


Clara Mae Gregory The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh, how I do love this.
Why? I love the expressive words you compose, and it is real.
It's so real but also so universally real because your words are absorbed, felt and understood as we relate back to our own like-minded moments.
Your poetry is wonderfully provoking as much as it is also precisely paradoxical in the wisdom it conveys.
Kudos all the way.
2026-05-08


William Hughes The PoetBay support member heart!
Very difficult to rhyme every line of a stanza without it feeling forced. You did it well. Sometimes when we observe something beautiful, no need to wax poetic or pen a sonata or paint a masterpiece. Just look and feel, and turn off the phone.
2026-05-08