Best Murkiness Poems

When life parades a fine line 
between alienation and rationality,
internal intruders of the soul shroud spotlights.

In my dreams 
I'm playing charades with the grim reaper.
surrounded by selfish acts from satanic spirits.
Featherless angels of twilight need tender pearls,
as gifts from the elusive self-centred sun,
when a jealous...

Continue reading...

When I whirl as wind, 
unwavering ~
 surfing on 
watercolor wings 
of simmering seasons, 
 which flicker
 and fly through me, 
filtering my faults
with a wrinkled fantasy, 
I waltz whistling ~
in their whispering waves, 
where the lachrymal leaf 
of loneliness lulls me
to a lavender sanctuary...

Continue reading...

I gather up all of my courage
My gaze drifts to the evening sky 
All that space there between 
Alien visitation must be a lie 
The sun and moon still shine for us 
Eventually they burn out and die 
Everywhere a sea of murkiness 
With little...

Continue reading...

Their murkiness has begun, an agony may follow,
Yet, you can see their faint smiles with their eyes losing their glow;
There’s a cap on their head concealing their sparse hair,
Still, they don’t want to judge that life is so cruel and unfair.

They’ve accepted the fact that...

Continue reading...

There are three little words on tiny stones strewn along the floor
of a never-ending stream which runs through a misty moor.
A marvelous moor of uncertainty where mysteriously all are led
to cross a flowing water all humanity must tread.

Those three little words like pebbles thrown by...

Continue reading...

Farewell, au revoir, goodbye, convivial summer. 
The day is late now, and the breeze is warmer. 
A vacant ocean-side barricaded motel. 
Wild geese are soon flying in lines as well.

Vacation homes drop their literate barricades. 
This rich sweeping green tone will soon fade. 
In this season, buds and fruits are...

Continue reading...

The winding roads weave in and out
Through the thick murkiness of my mind
Molass density permeates this soupy blackout 
Opening the door for foggy convoluted whimsy
A marginal lucidity that’s delicate and flimsy
A menacing daze to which I am resigned

On the threshold sitting so precarious
I waver uncontrollably...

Continue reading...

Dear poetry soup family, today is a very special day as we celebrate the birthday of a new year star ~ my lovely, Ink Empress. She is one of the kindest, compassionate and purest soul I've met in my life... thank you for supporting everyone...

Continue reading...

The flight of my whims-
In Ocean's swim!
Shallow depths of murkiness
Brimming at the rims
Bubbles of trouble,
Like rain in puddles
Gather to the Grim
Pop me none too subtle-
And pull apart my fins!

*Again, this is a bit experimental and not sure how you will interpret it. Also, I know...

Continue reading...

The night became as dark as an Alaskan day,
below the moon was a raven that disappeared-
her whole dim existence was now in disarray,
for it was the raven’s fierceness that interfered.
The veiled moon unexpectedly empty and cleared.
Obscurity and murkiness were on display. 

Her spiritual apathy was...

Continue reading...

Joy, gaiety and jubilation,
Party, merrymaking and celebration.
It was a remarkable day of Reena’s life;
Within hours she would be her lover’s wife.
Dressed in exquisite Indian wedding outfit,
With complimenting gold jewelry
An adjunct to her beauty.
She felt like royalty,
Adorned with lavish embroidery.
Preparing herself to embark on the start...

Continue reading...

The morning sun showers its rays,
Standing between two mountain's way,
The valley of flowers opens its eyes,
And washes its face with melting ice,
The yellow glow slowly surrounds,
Like a majestic king's glittering gold crown.

The shinning dew drops down,
To kiss the scented lemon grass ground,
The raising enemy melts...

Continue reading...

The ordinary toothpick fills the needs of mankind
With a pick, pick, here, and a pick, pick there.

A little piece of stick with no holes, handles
Cords, plugs, tops, bottoms, insides, or batteries.

You little piece of stick, literally at the bottom of the totem pole.
Probably preserved in...

Continue reading...

Gray leaden murkiness rests in the light hours
For which there was no light
Their barren lifelessness was visible, as their arms wobbled
Cracked and scorn beaten down
Dry as the desert, the tears have bleed away
Sucked out and left to wander 
And so they have lost against the...

Continue reading...

Like charcoal stain as thick as soot,
the leaves were crumbling underfoot,
and murkiness was manifold.

I stood, enveloped by a fog,
a lonesome figure in the bog,
and shuddered in the gloaming's cold.

As through the woods I'd had to grope,
I'd had no beam of shining hope.
I'd stopped, for I'd...

Continue reading...