Fogged Poems - Poems about Fogged

...Life is a touch to say, Use it to shine the way. Only a blind man walks in darkness What do you hope to see in the dim, Oh, you fogged mortal eyes? Shine the way. Life is a touch to say, Use......

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... In a bar forgotten by the calendar, where clocks had no tails and time knelt with its head bowed, a man of royal blood ordered a gin, and Jacob, bartender and poet, offered him both the gin — ......

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... Listening to you oh what a to-do it looks like you've come unglued or going bananas your psyche's addled the mind muddled brain's fogged boggled or befuddled is something missing a ......

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... Clickety-clack, clickety-clack, The engine is screaming down a rusted track, Steel hearts thunder, my nerves are blue-black. Chasing ghosts that never look back. Flirting with the man in black......

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... Now and then, quietly without notice, Time adjusts its spectacles— Peers through a fogged pane of recall Where particulars, once urgent, dissolve. If now and then you find rain in your hear......

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...We never asked to be different. We only wanted to walk without folding our souls into apology. To laugh without someone measuring the pitch of our voices and deciding if it was a boy or a girl......

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...You were not real. But I gave you every real part of me. Stitched you from sighs I didn’t release and silences that lingered too long. I traced your face in fogged mirrors, named you in the ac......

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...Upon the tracks of learning, a conductor stood at the fore— Not steering a wheel but stirring minds towards motion. Trusting in passengers whose hands would not be still, Grasping tickets of knowl......

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...There is someone, somewhere, Who finishes my verses as if my thoughts were hers, Before I ever dared to think them, Someone who meets my metaphors halfway, Who understands my silence better than ......

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...They gather where the signs hang crooked, under gaslight glare and broken clocks, where the barkeep’s eyes are twin shot glasses— fogged, but watching. Gin Lane rolls in on tired boots, her la......

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... To be longed for, Oh, to be wanted. To be craved, to be needed, To be the answer before the question is breathed. To be compulsory, To be everything you've ever asked for. To fill your he......

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...Fears stay forever, They don't deteriorate like weather. And I watch the free birds through my foggy window, And I watch their lives flow. To grow old is to grow wise, That's what they said. ......

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...Fears stay forever, They don't deteriorate like weather. And I watch them through my foggy window, And I watch their lies flow. To grow old is to grow wise, That's what they said. But all thi......

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...Sometimes the air feels like concrete Weighing my lungs down and filling my veins with stone The world can move so slowly when this happens Every moment an eternity to reflect Inner thoughts beco......

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...There’s children growing up that believe the stars sound like crickets chirping, for their only exposure to these sources of wonder are through over-exposure to blue light and radio waves and sou......

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