Gauze Poems | Examples

Poetic Censorship

The red pen hovers like a hawk,
its beak sharp with erasure.
Words are stripped of their fever,
left pale, bloodless, trembling.

A thought, once naked,
is swaddled in gauze—
so the wound won’t offend.

The page shivers in silence.
I watch my tongue,
tethered in the mouth’s dark stall.

A candle tries to speak in flame,
but the wax floods its throat.

Behind the curtain,
the truth grows mildew,
while the official story
shines like polished bone.

Extinct Eden

The skyline wheezes through gauze-thick breath,
its lungs ossified in scaffolded sighs,
where children etch constellations on smog,
and pigeons strut in soot-stained pride.

Dark as coal, and quieter than sleep,
the city dreams in monochrome,
its rivers choked with yesterday’s sins,
its gardens traded for silicone.
Traffic flows like veins in a dying beast,
pumping noise into the marrow of stillness.

We built this Eden out of exhaust
and liturgy of engines.
We now beg for the Adam's apple
to drop back down.

the world is bleeding

            the world is bleeding 

             guess it always was
       that’s not to say it’s pouring
             or i know the cause
     can barely see my own wounds
  with eyes that are wrapped in gauze

Morning Mist

A hush falls soft on waking land,
Where silver threads through silence stand,
The trees half-dream in veils of white,
Bathed in the breath of fading night.

The sun, a whisper on the hill,
Spills golden ink, yet all is still.
The world in pause, a sacred hush—
The mist moves slow, the day won't rush.

Each blade of grass wears nature's lace,
Each droplet holds the sky’s embrace.
The crows call low, their wings outspread,
Through morning's gauze, both seen and led.

The earth exhales its ghostly sigh,
And writes a verse across the sky.
In that brief spell, all time seems kissed—
By silence, light, and morning mist.

Dawn

Early, in the pre-dawn hush
I heard the robins sing,
and then a sleepy breeze awoke 
and made the wind chimes ring.
 
Their blended notes in concert sweet 
soon filled the morning air 
as on horizon's stage the dawn 
danced in and waited there.
 
In all her newfound finery, 
her dress in filmy hues 
of lavender and rosy pinks, 
and shades of palest blue.
 
At last, the music died away, 
and dawn, in golden gauze, 
slipped off her skirts and left the stage, 
to a rooster's loud applause.

How to Make Love to a Didgeridoo 100

She inhales the aurora,
breath laced with frozen with light speed
Pulsar fingers stretch through cirrus gauze,
her bodice bending like solar flares.

Astronaut 
A quasar shudders behind her lips,
erupting across the event horizon.

Space folds—
she unspools like a nebula unraveling,
luminous in the underworld 
aphrodisiac of your vanilla fragrance

Plagued by Memories - Apr 18, 19

how long and sourly sobs the lonely heart
depends on how grave the weight which grieves the tears
pouring from the despondent spirit’s pores.—
a witness, too, will know the surly sort

of rain that beats down harshly on the court
called Sorrow Drive.—sure seems like nothing cheers
up the—nor nothing soothes the—nasty fears
nesting in somber nooks.—no, only art

comes close to curing spiritual sores.—
but even it leaves quite untouched the cause.—
able only to act as numbing gauze,
art is the first of many guarded doors,—
engraved on its threshold,—and colorfast—:
“seek you now to enter your wounded past?”

Feeling Peaceful

Drowsing on a grassy knoll, gazing out over the meadow
I watch
 the early morning mist dissipate
Like milky white vapour of silken gauze rising skyward,
 filtering through the trees of burnished gold
In this the season when trees undress
And leaves come swirling down
 The rough grass where I lie
Still damp with a wood sprite’s dewy tears
Lulling me like a babe,
My weary eyes close, and in this peaceful place 
I rest

The way to joy, enjoy on the way

Slow and serene could I walk at the jheel 
If wore on my visage a pleasant smile, 
Relaxed to core, deep-set laity to feel, 
When weary thoughts were left behind to pile. 
A seed of joy within sprouts peace and love, 
What a perennial source in life it is! 
But not for me in rush, ever on move, 
Ever on rise a buoyant sea to seize.  
Life’s leisured walk, a sprint nor blindfold race, 
If to reflect I opt for peaceful pause 
That puts me in prime touch with inmost face, 
Where’s joy in chasing a gossamer gauze? 
   Too bad, it dawns to me on a late day 
   That there's no way to joy, joy is the way. 
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Sonnet |03.08.11, revised January 2025| joy, journey
Poet’s note: A jheel (Hindi) is a shallow, sprawling lake.

Unpredictable

gauze covered sunshine
plays peekaboo with the sea
beach umbrellas up

For You

For you I am here
being cooled by this breeze
coming in off the water, soul deep
in an evening breaking out in stars,
being soothed by the soft sound
of lapping waves filtering through 
the muted air.

And for you I take in the sky strung 
with the filaments of creation,
the moon veiled by a thin gauze 
of glowing cloud and see
in a long, faintly brushed ribbon 
of light, the edge of our galaxy
stretched out above.

And so,
I have become the means
for you to feel this evening,
its unfolding in time and space,
whilst you remain hidden
from me, unreachable 
behind the impenetrable silence 
of eternity.

Unlikely Conversation in the Mirror

to love, is often to bleed,
cut at the wrist through the fields of reids,
mummification of a beloved memory,
wrapped in caramel gauze of a felo de se.

“should we see this heralding—?”
asked the lonely chimera to the aardvark,
her eyes welting with levees to break,
single teardrop of a fallen empire drips to hands.

“time cares not for your water child, just your heartstrings,
but by which face, who will you let lead is the mystery,”
its cane snapping, sending it bouncing down the hill,
quick way to get around, if you are built for hellscape.

“to which face i lead,” it silently speaks,
“am i the lion, a snake, or just a sheep—?”

Daystar

Dream-like is she, gleaming softly 
     through gauze of faded moon
Auroral her flame imbued with wings so 
     regal
Yellowing sky's revue through wisps 
     of haloed dew--
Somehow, she guides me through 
     deep prayer,
To exalt her for baptism of new
     awakenings, promises made holy
 And  how she , Dawn, unveils what is
        pure in  my  sacred world
Reflecting her timeless morn...
       angel of first sun, daystar!

Different Circles

Shadows like a life that hides upon
The butterfly effect on the pond—
By young twilight, coming through a shriek,
Nettle of the stillness changed and gone.

From my shadow self, her meeting's gauze,
Similarly a rippling cause,
The secrets shadow crown is keeping—
For before rabbit trail prayers of was.

The glowing person though not a star,
The moon sweeps through impossible scars,
That I vowed were only skin's cobwebs— 
How its light's will slow besides my heart.

Remember Me

Remember me in shadows of the past 
with blinders off and heart agape 
recall me in the morning's dawn recast 
Alongside yesterdays of sweet escape  
beneath a burning sun  as we took shape  

Remind me of the kids that we once were 
bring image to my mind of all that was 
Mention all the silly things you did to stir  
my eager soul before the days of Oz,  
before the days of medicated gauze. 

Bring awareness to this fading flower     
take her to the garden make her smile     
For in every vanishing hour 
lives the blossom of yesterday's mile 
remember her, love her, all the while

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