Fogged Poems - Poems about Fogged

...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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...Morning Fog This morning when there is much to do inside, there is fog outside my window. The fog I sought two mornings ago that caused me to dash to the car in hopes I could grab a coffee a......

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..."Streets of Solitude, losing your way behind fogged glass of bliss, a journey to reality." Quote by poet Away from mental incessant chatter, A walk in solace away from the world, Off time, a sen......

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...Aussies shake the cob-webs away your lives are at stake In these present days.' The M A D bill is pending, find strong will don't be bending.' Phone the radio stations Make great noise' stir the ......

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... Misty mornings as gray as matter of invisible time A porch light is lit but there is no one home Fogged up windows and street lamp tenors a white wash sky achieves light ......

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...Over harvested fields — I walk beneath the fading afterglow of a forgotten lantern a path worn by wanderers older than the scroll of Zeno its damp salve seeping through my coat into m......

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... "My soul ceases to stroll ~ in the ruffled leaves of lotus letters, whose paper sun has never surfed to your seabeds..." ......

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...Pulling the thread - Dominique Smith Go a head ,Do it. You can, no one has to know. You could keep it to yourself, so go on. Make yourself pull that thread, What would happen? Would the world imp......

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... Thoughts sprawl out of the box, cognizance limits transcended by confused mind, paradox. Mute inner voice takes tense sense in forked pathway blind, tough choice. Gets tossed in fogged......

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...I whispered goodbye with my forehead pressed against the pane. My breath fogged my words as I watched you walk from my thoughts. The loneliness is longer this time.  My side seems so b......

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