Best Nebulous Poems
Nebulous streams, clouding my brain
hoping my thoughts will fall like rain.
Thunder and lightning mix the brew
stirring the words soon to break thru.
Pressure builds up, clouds turn dark gray
swirling and twirling, find their way,
freeing the weight of thoughts that flow
down from the clouds to grow below.
Falling to weave creative streams
nourishing thoughts into word dreams,
forming soon a landscape divine...
rainbow of poems that are mine.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: What Was I Thinking?
Sponsor: Daniel Turner
Rules: Choose one line from sponsor's poem below
and write a poem. I chose his first line.
Judged: 12/19/2016
Between The Lines, by Daniel Turner
Nebulous streams, clouding my brain
Vapor trail dreams, from paper airplanes
Cherry red glow, watch with no chain
Ribbons and bows, tied to the flames
Anchors on strings, hanging from sails
Bells that don't ring, throw down the pail
Falling through cracks, greased by the sale
Hearts made of wax, sent through the mail
Waterfall wishes on stars with no swings
Broken blue dishes stuck to the king
Photos with glitches on invisible wings
Temptation itches on all living things
I gaze beyond the phasing face
of the nebulous horizon,
searching in clamorous silence
for a hypnotic glimpse
of your poetic sparks ~ lost,
placed within the kohl-dust
of dreariness dressed
in deceitful dancing diamonds,
like layered silver and gold,
seared by Zeus’s thunderous wrath,
leaving memories engraved
in satanic sapphires
across the tempestuous teal
soaked in surging tears
unshed and unseen...
I’ve long been fighting
demons masked as the raven visage
of my bleeding silhouette,
preaching kindness whilst feeding
my soul with venomous verses ~
the poisoned truths of past turbulence.
But I refuse to drown in despair.
I will dance through the
dimmed spheres ~ eclipsed and torn ~
to reach the amorous arms
of compassion,
awaiting amidst splitting sorrow.
And when it rains,
my heart quivers,
haunted by inner thoughts;
my mind paints lines of love
in darkness and disarray,
for I fear never seeing
the saffron light on
the moon’s tender lips.
And in the midst of
p u s h i n g and p u l l i n g,
trapped in aching coldness,
afraid of losing the warm,
golden strands of roseate dusk,
I hide and fade like
love’s heat at twilight,
burying the poetic longing
within storms of melancholy,
waiting for another
cup of coffee at sunset ~
where your name ricochets
like reveries of romance
and your voice reverberates
like musical mists of monsoon,
carving an ambience
of delicate desires
tying me to the ombre amber
s i n g i n g songs
of solace, forevermore....
She finds the pink planet, musing Alice Liddell's Imagination is the only weapon in war with reality. Sky's canvas, brushed cotton candy clouds where marshmallow mountains peak and the seventh sun rides low 'til the man in the moon awakens. White light and red, filters a pink-tint, nebulous fringed rose gold. Pearlescent beams lap at her legs, silhouettes blossom as silky waves of jasmine kiss, spiral, and envelop her
open-mindness to
embrace the unexpected
Alice would be proud
realization pink planet
a bountiful life journey
Nebulous angels vacant worth
Foresee no fortunes adulate
Dawn's desecrated, faithless birth
Supine mother to stillborn fate
2/21/20
For 'Poe-etic Verse' contest
sponsor: charles messina
Shared 2nd Place
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s w i r l against petrichor
streets ~
nebulous n e x u s
In testament to the sublime
The lily of the valley
Blooms aggressively with vigor
And simplicity in my alley.
The effusive, exquisite lilac
In a kaleidoscope of delight
Is the empress of my universe.
She’s a fantastical sight.
Then a ravenous, incognito slug
Invadeds my moist oasis
Planning to live in impervious bliss
In desalinated places.
Salt is a slug repellant
So I get out the shaker
And in a most splenetic rage
I send him to his maker.
A gelid, glacier-like winter
In ricochet across the way
Has tainted plants I though impervious
A mass of them died yesterday.
Now a zephyr breeze is blowing
And spring aster is in bloom
In an ecstasy of unity
In my excessive garden room.
A mass of tiny snowbells
Raise faces to celestial sky.
Ironic is their brave survival
When so many exquisites die.
With confidence, I garden
And with hubris I will admit.
As long as I have a place to dwell
At no time will I quit.
By: Joyce Johnson for PD's Secret contest
Love is such an ambiguous emotion
Cloudy as a storm darkened sky in July
To many it brings comfort and devotion
To others, it's the reason why their eyes cry
A nebulous mind hasn't the slightest notion
that hearts are treacherous and will even lie
in its yearning to find passion and desire
Love is a spark, but if lost, will douse a fire
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August 1st, 2017
Love is actually...
Contest of John Anderson
I sail on an ocean of custard and jam,
Aboard a ship made of biscuits and bread.
I am the sweet toothed pirate I am,
And clearly not right in the head.
Nebulous streams clouding my brain,
Give me some peculiar thoughts,
I wear a vest made of liquorice sticks,
And a pair of marzipan shorts.
With my motley crew of gingerbread men,
Who are armed to the teeth with balloons,
We go round the world, kidnapping cakes,
While we gorge on sweet macaroons.
Nebulous Streams, Clouding My Brain
Sleeping death through timeless space
Nocturnal Nebulae that will displace
Misanthropic minds of clustered clouds
Bipolar builders of sacred shrouds
Elucidative echoes of enchanted eyes
Decussate delusions that shall arise
Carnal contortions camouflaging spheres
Deleterious dust expanding light years.
Dec.15.2016
What was I thinking - Contest
Sponsored by: Daniel Turner
Comfort betrays
affable pride
when lethargy
wiggles inside
like a viper
reminding me
to consecrate
my destiny.
Elements laugh
at my dangle,
amazed that I
choose to wrangle
the beast inside
my tattered rind
until each dream
gets shrugged behind
to tumble lost
along my arc
while slicing through
your wisp of dark
with throbbing force
flaring within
my nebulous
cellular spin.
Nebulous streams clouding my brain.
Nebulous streams clouding my brain,
Oh! this cluster,my mind I have to train.
Release,release is what it screams,
Creativity is upto the brim.
Where have you not taken me fine lines,
Images,imaginations inside chimes.
You invite me to the silent moors today,
We were on the mountains yesterday.
Sunflower beds will blend along,
Bright yellow shade to them belong.
Perhaps the silvery waterfall is desired,
Musical notes all around are imbibed.
Let me moisten my pychological seeds,
Ground soddens,here is so much to breed.
Rhyme Scheme-aa,bb.
Contest: What I was thinking.
Sponsor:Daniel Turner.
17/12/2016
Oh such a mess.
The Scientific nebulous.
Deception, misdirection, misrepresentation.
Electronic misinformation.
The recalibration.
Attainment is futile.
For the vile.
Love and friendships torn apart.
Right from the start.
Traitorous laughter.
Fallen lives a disaster.
Betrayal of Magna Carta.
Distorted facts.
Piracy in their glass houses.
Shattered.
Humanity ridiculed.
Bereft, wayward as criers obligated.
Liberties, Freedoms, to dust.
Memories of trust.
Oh dear, what a mess!
Will they confess.
It’s up to us.
Oh the Scientific nebulous.
Nebulous streams, clouding my brain
Obscure eyelash, aimless your leaf
You ask for rhyme, well, to what end
One way poems, emptiness in ship
Arriving to nothing, blind direction
No door opens, except baffling pain
What a crimson commerce, of emotion
Nebulous streams, clouding my brain
Every glass is broken, milk is spilt
Every moment tense, where is rose
In dream we tremble, pain and guilt
In your venom valley, no grass grows
Can’t there be, an ocean for all
In every dreamy eye, a pink waterfall
A little cottage garden, for birds to call
A crystal clear stream, easy footfall
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16/12/2016
Written: July 7, 2025, for a contest sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Quote: "Lose yourself completely, return to the root of the root of your own soul," By Rumi
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The horizons near me recall a sheet of sheaf,
Fluted and scattered, and perpetually in a reef.
Its touch, as a flame, may let me feel warm;
A fire fills the air as gentle curves swarm.
This nebulous life is like a perplexing riddle.
When you can't tell the truth, invent tittles.
Feeling lost and bewildered, in need of a muse.
Lacking focus, care, and dedication—I need to ooze.
The embers of my mind scream and wail,
Haunted by a toxic psyche of an endless scale.
The hysteria of an antithetical nature is bright.
Does it represent reality or a dream insight?
Detrimental sacrifices, and intergalactic mutation,
Exiled until the order's surviving progeny's creation.
Restricted to the outskirts of the universe,
Constrained by the one chosen to reverse.
Is it calm stillness or a deafening scream?
A fragment of me halts the spiraling dream.
Some aspects of my being are resistant,
Navigating a path of decay so persistent.
I almost caught a glimpse of you in my doorway,
Watching my chest rise and fall as I lay.
The vision of waking beside you feels so real,
Yet it's merely a phantom meant to alter my zeal.
A nebulous optimism paints the horizon shade,
One lovely poison and my redeeming blade.
Annihilated me in a gradual attitude,
Branding me with the striving for true beatitude.
Transforming the course of this ongoing strife.
Bear heed; we've erred in our embrace of life.
An intrinsic force swings toward nothingness.
Support the quest to regain our historic willingness.
Turning darkness into brightness,
Thunderstorms scuttle in the wilderness.
Crimson cascades swarm over azure nights,
A huge upheaval sweeps the cosmos sights.
Life pulsates with an electrifying rhythm,
As the horizon ignites undeniably bright!
This truth has weathered the test of time,
And everything shifts into an exhilarating sight.
Deep restless thoughts that eddied in midnight disclosure,
My old mind shivered in traumatic tribulations.
No treats for dissolute persons to seal composure.
My mind filled with moths and other abominations.
I dreaded the spooky strength of my demon nightmare,
Defying all useless urges of vigilant trance,
Perpetual murmur of unceasing burbled fare,
Moonlit wintry rays indulge in a macabre dance.
Relinquish all dreams that cloud my old illicit thoughts,
Grab sturdy roots, get out of that pit, aim at my goal,
Can't let my senses get dulled but avoid useless rots,
Saunter steadily in love which is life for my soul