Best Haze Poems

*Secreto de Medianoche*   
  
~On this very Night~
   I found myself in a
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a poet, you say? pardon no, not am I
there's only ONE poet - He writes on the
       sky
of sunsets...

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In the May-time of my life
time bloomed each day a prickly boll –
but I, like the softest cotton within such a sharp seed  
swaddled...

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Long slender tendril of mist in the morning
snakes slowly across the cool water, wandering,
endlessly,
searching, moving slowly, seemingly without purpose,
without direction, without destination.
It fades like a...

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When splendor of love spun dreams ecstatic
Musings of fantasy waltzed joyous themes
On blossoms of meadows in prime of spring
And giggles of streams donning green prairies

I...

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I see you ‘cross the vast expanse,
a love disguised in dreamy whirl
and clothed in raiment sun-spun gold
as wispy cirrus wraps your dance
the music of your...

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As blaze of August fades into the Fall
horizons new have burned and turned to ash
and textures of the change of seasons clash,
a plague of frost...

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Round and round I go 
Unfolding my spirit of envy and gold
The nascence of a new stone
Hazel room, vibrant lilac sky, 
Deep orange haze in...

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No one ever told me that your heart could bleed without a drop that anyone could see. I didn't know your soul could lose weight...

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In a moment of juvenile jealousy 
he envies his red rival

with its intimate and greedy embrace of her angels’ share
of honey and vanilla spice
as wet...

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Dear anxiety
Nemesis to my reality,
mental manipulator of tentative trust,
massacring my once sagacious soul -
you cut me into a slice of loneliness.

The fault is in our...

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red rooftops appear to glow in rainy-day haze
lost in memories of pre-war bliss
     she looks up to watch them bleed

pain is...

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The bogs’ their fruit – the woodlands’ leaf
embrace a ripened red motif,
as cranberries and maples blaze
Oh Lord, I praise October days.

Where starling murmurations dance
a breathless...

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i remember all of our first times
all of our poems

i've always been safer in air
yet you kept me afloat in rushing tides
but
without your beautiful silhouette...

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December 25th-  The Christmas Wedding

Head-to-head,
Surrounded by seasonal silver bells
Scarlet passionate pink poinsettias sit
Foliage scenery 
Entwined by Christmas and Wedding bliss
Frosty winter weather warmed up...

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