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,...

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Nebulous angels vacant worth
Foresee no fortunes adulate
Dawn's desecrated, faithless birth
Supine mother to stillborn fate

2/21/20

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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
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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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nebulous nymph grew
the mystery of a few
wings drawn in faint dew-...

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February's air is not really that frigid,
I stay warm in my fleece jacket
and insulated brown boots;
I'm also wearing a wool hat
I bought a month ago in Lake Placid,
its color is green and smells of spruces.

I have walked past pine groves
without the glowing eyes of owls,
a...

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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,...

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