Clouds Poem by Fahim Sayed
Clouds
Flying in the air
Through childhood fantasies,
Making friends with clouds
I recall those memories.
These snowy magical things,
Floating above us all
Who made them?
And how do they crawl.
I see them bringing the thunder,
I see them bring the rain,
They make an amazing sight,
Unbelievable frame
Now; I see them face to face
Tempted to hug them; an embrace,
I wish I could float with them,
Perhaps challenge them for a race.
Get them to play,
Songs of peace we’ll sing,
Hopping from one to another,
And on the smallest I’ll swing.
Pity, this experience is not possible;
without commercial aid.
I wish my body could fly;
as my imagination does.
The clouds were intriging to me as a child and still continue to be...they are beautiful creations of God's Almighty hand. Thank you, Jeannie.
When I was young I used to look at the night sky and dream of hopping from star to star. I have not given up hope yet; for one day, by His Grace, my wish will come true. Your poem is innocent and lovely.
a beautiful racing poem has some of the thunder and a beautiful rain
combining impression style and magic realism! very beautiful and simple!
body is a silly thing......your mind...your soul......can fly faster than clouds......
The same old story - we always want what we can't have. And yet, there's always hoping, right? I adored it, and could visualise every word! ! ! Great write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 2:31:00 AM # 1.0.0
beautiful poem dear Fahim I felt like Bryan Adams on Cloud No.9 keep sharing anjali