Best Foggy Poems
icy daggers serrated his chilly mind
memories sharp as polar bear’s claws
wielded reminiscent evocation in pain
how he longed for selective amnesia
heart and reason at war with the enemy
a battle only to be won if he surrendered
to inevitability that conflicts were useless
unless of course they concluded in cease fire
his father had fought at the Russian Front
which left his own upbringing out in the cold
no Potemkin façade could melt the chagrin of
twelve years of Germanic menace and madness
both of them prisoner to emotional deprivation
trans-generational transmission of trauma in action
it was bitterly cold in the heat of many a moment
and icicles festered in the young brain to be formed
shape up they said – fight flight or freeze
food for thought no doubt but what about feelings
many winters have passed and the old man is dead now
took many secrets and memories into his grave
the boy now in his sixties decided he needed a snow man
carrot charcoal eyes and Che Guevara’s bandana
collected drift wood from a beach of forgiveness
and danced around the bonfire of exorcised hurt
until permafrost yielded to fire and passion in time
he had been his own antagonist for far too long
The fog is so thick I can not see the sticks, that in a wasted life,
rise off the dirty grave of the forest floor.
There is no beauty that could compare to the sight
of the thick ground clouds, that embrace my morning.
To run through the moisturous blanket into the unseen
and unknown would be a spectacular thrill.
The cool droplet of water stroking my feet, as they are released from
the tall finger grasses. tickle me kindly.
I chase the fog as its spread of mystery begins to rise
and confines back up into the sky.
I reach for the heartbeat of the fog, hoping that surrounding my skin,
with its life, it would carry me away.
I dance with it deeper into the dense woods, where it awakens the pine trees,
with its wet breath.
Higher and higher the fog rises.
I climb a welcoming oak tree,
stretching with its limbs grabbing for the clouds.
Take me away my morning fog, I want to ride this elevator to the sky,
to the heavens, take me away.
The fog disappaites and I am left with misty hands and empty eyes.
I look around clearly, seeing the crispness of nature,
basking in all her beauty
From the heights of this old oak tree,
I realize... I am lost.
Vibrant Verse Contest
07/30/2014
Walking the Dog on a Foggy Morning
Walking the dog on a foggy morning;
Eerie, quiet, meditative time.
Footsteps compete with unseen others,
Humming low to figure define.
Far away a haunting horn,
Lonely you may be, but not forlorn,
The fur on Fido is wet without rain,
Patient, please, with relief again.
Two souls wondering in the mist,
One dreaming of questions of old,
Fog shutting out all the world, and
What the future beyond will hold.
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swings creak, ghosts of laughter
clinging to their chains.
fog swallows the slide whole~
a tongue tasting absence.
monkey bars stretch like ribs
of some half-remembered animal.
kicked pebbles roll, then pause,
listening for their own echo.
a crow lands, tilts its head,
claiming the silence as its own.
Mountains with white fog
like steam in the Autumn trees
A blanket, warming valley
A yellow leaf fell
in the gray, cool air settling
Cold night captured it
Heidi Sands
9/30/23
The forest, so full of fog, blinding me
I feel the white sheen in front and beyond
There are slight impressions of darkened trees
Ahead lies a pit, I can’t go around
Hole terrifies me so near to great heights
The fog engulfs me, taking away sounds
I venture past the place not seen in nights
The fog seeming to make me gasp for air
Now I feel the trees to be my dark sights
I don’t sense end of the forest aware
The dark trunks just vanish right before me
It seems like I don’t know or I don’t care
The forest escaped me leaving me free
And I feel the loss of a good night friend
I’m just left with a white sheet that’s empty
I crawl to avoid holes within the bend
But hope and wish to find a tree again
Russell Sivey
FOGGY NIGHT ©
The white orb, saturated with
tidal flows, peers through the
veil.
A ghost ship slips up the fog
laden channel.
Night gulls. sing with strident cries
fog seeps in, the tide rolls out,
day is gone, the night creeps on.
Trees, dressed in ebony, drift by.
Water glistens, gold and wet.
Edges blurred night is soft and
tender, damp seeps into cloth,
hair, bone.
Tents of light spread over the
foggy landing.
Hunters of the sea know not day
nor night, fishers all,
white feathers stark against the
darkest shadows.
Palm trees, silhouetted in
ochre gauze, black brushes hard
with paint.
Pilings sway, their waists cinched
with rope.
Matronly sentinels, the craft finds
the woody bosom.
Trisha Sugarek
Butterflies and Bullets
MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE - the foggy night
As dark a night that's hidden Paris streets
from prying eyes, fell on the city cold,
there came I to the setting fog, that greets
the cobble stones layed in the days of old.
With naught to fear from Gendarmes in the night,
I wandered through the dark, just searching for
someone who's lost at life and love, and might
be ready for what this night has in store.
And near me, walking by the River Seine
face turned into her hands, to hide her tears,
a beauty bound to stop the hearts of men,
in days of youth or getting on in years;
I knew at once her love was drawing nigh
so set my path to where she met mine eye.
A welcome sigh from deep within her breast
breathed from her lips and begged my company,
so strolled we through the fog, and made a quest
of finding what was love, what could it be?
And reasoned she, that love was just a game
that men have made the rules and set to stone
and my requital was, our love's a flame
that burns as much as anything that's known.
So as the fog hid ev'ry thing from sight
we set about to find what love might show
then loved we through the cold Parisienne night
down by the Seine, where only lovers go;
and when I sank my teeth, I heard her sigh,
that love must be the only way to die.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
A Foggy Morning
By Elton Camp
All was clear when I went to bed
Just now, I discover it’s there
Stealthily overnight it crept in
Its whiteness obscures the scene
Familiar shapes are blurry now
A feeling of peace it engenders
Even the birds have ceased chirping
Silver orbs adhere to a spider’s web
Too soon, the sun will break through
To restore the world I once knew
A moment of serenity will be past
What a shame it was unable to last
anxiety, care, corruption, creation, destiny, environment, rainforest,
CHERRY-PITS AND FOGGY AIR©
Miseries mount on high
If only I had that again
Too little too late too much
Life’s no bowl of cherries
And the rain fell hard today!
Skies sheathed in dust and smog
Pollutes the once green terrain below
The ‘fresh’ air demotes to shallower breaths
Intakes ‘tanked’ to partings of out rage
The taste of ‘bottled’ flavoured water rises
The ‘breaths’ of air when bottled will increase
And next it will be one costly ‘purification’ deed
For those left and known to mankind.
FOGGY IGNORANCE
infests mountain gardens
when one uses the lenses to view others
and not ones self
betrayal, conflict, how i feel, natural disasters, nature, stress,
Foggy Flood Warnings! ©
Bells on my fingers, bells on each toe
Jingle and jangle wherever I choose to roam
Fog horns blast to guide and warn travelers
As fire licked flames burn open-handed
Ice is cold and sun is hot and when married
Receding icebergs will lose majestic wonderment
As global non-seasonal ‘warming’’ rear-ends
My bells on fingers, my bells on toes
Will toll ‘fog-warnings’ wherever I go.
foggy night
a cobweb catches
the glow of fluorescents
haiku part of haibun
Published: Contemporary Haibun Online
A Foggy Mist and a Chilling Sound
Walking down the dimly lit street,
a foggy mist rising around my feet.
Soon the fogs so thick, I can't see,
walking blindly, by the river,
that's running past me.
Street lamps can just be seen,
then I hear a scream.
The intensifying fear of something
so unholy, chillingly cold.
Screams could be heard through the mist filled streets.
This grotesque sound like a lunatic running around.
A feeling more terrifying, than I could have imagined,
then silence as no more sound.
Fear surrounded the very air that we breathe,
chilling as I imagine murder most foul!
A sinking feeling, as I was walking around.
Then some how, I had lost my way and
found myself wondering around and
going the wrong way.
Then I found myself in a graveyard,
with catacombs and labyrinths leading
to tombs underground.
Unnerved by where I was and
scared beyond belief, perplexed by
the mist and the events of the night.
The ground was dank from the misty steam.
Then I had a vision of this fearsome looking thing,
this monster stood before me,
this creature of the night, with demon eyes.
Full of anger and hatred,
this spirit form, this gruesome being,
with the most horrific eyes!
I was shaking and trembling,
I felt cowardly inside.
My teeth were chattering, as my eyes
were opened wide.
Then this creature of the night,
ran off into the deep misty waters,
disappearing out of sight.
I ran off into the mist filled streets again.
Foggy
Cool, peaceful morn
Solitude's feast of quiet commune
Dove's coo
Red sun
slips over morn's blue horizon.
Whispy angel wing clouds
decorate sky.
Sun's up