Best Haze Poems

*                     ~Dark Silver Haze~                     ...

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"Bonjour, in the cocktail woods"
I see the waffled leaves of teal trees painting pink moon, 
With diamond dahlia arcs, flowering an orchid boon
Sprinkling love of french perfumed spells and cocoa mystique,
Flickering in neon scented star seeds of rose-glossed antique

For, I'm the fragrant fluorescence of pure...

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Many mirrors have been broken some by me and some by you 
When the stars of heaven appear, we'll know what to do 
Yesterday's reflection is a changeling my friend  
So let's hang on to tomorrow, with hope that never ends  
When the...

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Alone on a crisp seashore

Bellowing storm clouds engage 

Rolling above me as I walk the beach

A pleasantry lifting my rage

 

Bending my head back looking up

My arms stretched out to their sides

Cool rain drops lightly kiss me

Sensuous tempestuous skies

 

Taking in a deep breath

I let...

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When
jade Specks
of desire
carved a raven
calamitous shape
of coal-crescent, 
losing the
last soil
once

My
lilac
heart of rouge
runes, shimmered in
galaxy, lathered
with embers of
laced life for
soul of
thou

I
float in
rose quartz haze
befogged upon
starlit symphony's
hymnal moondust,
strolling in
perfumed
'You'.
...

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bluesy blurbs 
    of
brumal 
    blackness
      its 
  crawling 
clasps
   of 
silvery 
  gnawing
    below 
      shriveled 
    ...

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Deep in heat, a slice of shade
Runs from stern sun; damp bare glade
Cools too few, too thin the dew
One more lost door, blue haze fade...

3/14/20...

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Purple haze,
Twilight days,
Beauty's hour,
Fresh flower!
Purple haze,
A dawn blaze,
Rosebud red,
Sleep in bed.
Show and tell,
Perfume smell.
Purple haze,
Sunset rays,
Blue jay trill,
Evening chill,
Butterflies,
Pink surprise!
Purple haze,
Sunrise glaze,
Blooming parks,
Beauty marks.
Misty mounts,
Color flounced!
Purple haze,
Valley ways,
Honeybee,
Sugar tree,
Hard to see,
Mystery.
Beauty world,
Breezes twirled,
Purple haze,
A hued phase....

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wrapped in summer's
aura of haze
an almost full moon
alternately
bursts forth and withdraws
withdraws and springs forth
plays 'peek-a-boo'
with this nyctophiliac...

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Grasping my soul into its mystery,
Leaving me motionless, breathless,
Wanting to breathe more of its
Aroma, its sensation, its 
Mystified, encrypted feelings…

It’s my devotion, 
It’s my colorful ocean,
It’s the web of my emotions…
Smiling, as I meditate
My uncontrolled enthusiasm…
My beautiful fervor, my passion…

A-h-h! As its hymns play,
Harmoniously, its...

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“I would rather spend one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.”
Quote by Author

I want to love you—all of you.
To trace each scar on your skin,
Caress them with my fingertips,
And kiss away your pain.

I want to love you wholly—
At your...

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No more this verdant sight no more the sound
No more the heart of mist at nature’s dawn
No more victims of constant pressure found
No more the fool of man’s enactment borne.

To worship a foundation so ancient
The last bastion of one’s ancestor
Then one bears scars of prudence...

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on hazy gray days
I gaze up to the heavens
to find your lost light…


By: Tim Ryerson
Date: 2/18/2014
Motif: Nature...

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The grey oppresses;
surrounded by fog,
 I traverse this shadowland;
Dorothy in reverse,
stuck in this land of monochrome
Xerox grayscale in 2-D.
Hoping it is but a dream,
valiantly, I stroke in Technicolor
Only to see it erased, again
It is no more real than the specters
haunting my thoughts.

Still I stumble around...

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Awaking from Stupor 1-16-24

It's not desire per say but the clinging
That stifles soul and stops heart from singing
Enlivening silence sets our souls free
Vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree.
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Awaking from Stupor

Winter haze beats upon the door,
Drunken dreams cling to bitter cherries of midnight,
Before night sashays...

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