Haze Poems - Poems about Haze

ANGIE, that last slow dance in smoky haze— you slipped UNDER MY THUMB like twilight’s ache. The Rolling Stones crooned fate through tangled days; I tried to PAINT IT BLACK for mercy’s sake. But YOU CAN’T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT—truth stings— just loaded TUMBLIN DICE in neon towns, chasing HONKY TONK WOMEN on borrowed wings while WILD HORSES dragged dreams to...

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Looking back on my younger days and in that summer haze you were the pearl my girl in my oyster the whole wide world so many memories of you me and how we used to be but of photographs far too few altho' we did have a laugh a two now all growing dim and grey with the fading shades of day etched in my...

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Her warm breath fogs the pane. She draws a mis-ty veil. Footsteps fade like lost ghosts. Her voice melts in the rain. Dreams ache inside her chest. Hope hums of might-have-been. Contest: SOME KIND OF MISTY Poetry Contest Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Date: July 5, 2025...

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I wait for hazy clouds to soften noon— The world dims as shadows drag out hues. Burnt cement stops sizzling, sparrows quiet their off-beat chatter, my sore eyes shut in relief— a final note, the muted outro— Until the clouds scatter. The familiar heat shatters breezes into embers filtered through a stinging azure. So I sit back and wait. In...

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Purple Haze A melody maker. First song, Hey Joe. A left handed guitar player. Started in Harlem. Played songs like Muddy Water. The greatest guitar player. Died at 27. Always played high volume. Another song is Purple Haze. The Wind Cries Mary. Don’t forget Woodstock 1969. What a great life. He lived in London, England. ...

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“I would rather spend one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.” Quote by Author I want to love you—all of you. To trace each scar on your skin, Caress them with my fingertips, And kiss away your pain. I want to love you wholly— At your best, and your most broken. Till every star falls from the...

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not sure if the haze was inside or out The view was blurry but was it the air or her mind? A haze of confusion...

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the warmth in the eyes is how the mountain outlines left in me, unspoken by sunsets by the ghosts of what never happened the echoes measured the distance still not having found a form, they wander just like you and me through our valleys the saddened silence in me I'll enshrine as an aftertaste of the grape sun look at who you are...

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Fury for the masses a static hum blares through the digital ether fingers swipe left then right hearts race pixelated chaos unfurling black flags fly! An electric storm of fury? a parade of images blinding a pixel a pulse a scream? shadows of war loom large? A darkness-play on the walls of our minds! Fragments of lives broken and whole? Spiraling through glassy screams each face a mask! Fury for the masses? Red...

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In the hospital, the room so still A feeling of melancholy, my heart will feel the music of a story, told by the nurse who hears the whisper, a quiet curse warm tears bleed across the pages magazine leaves, in the early stages coloring the twilight in yesterday’s prayers the diagnosis, distant as a dream, repairs colored in grace, the stories, the pages silent...

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Scents of burnt embers flowing over my windowsills Charred are the palm tree fronds that once fanned the breeze Seized are the pods, timbers Torches sparking shrills Behold the ashes drifting as they fall from my smoke-sooted skies O but in b 'tween choking and tearing eyes ...

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Violet Haze (Sequel to The Raven) You twirl your hair like Death indeed, And like to sit back and watch my poems bleed. My love and sorrow, all for you, You know I never slink out of the blue. But now I wonder all along, If Death is actually you, my dear. And who am I to...

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THE HAZE Shuffle, I shuffle through the haze; Stopping just short of the light. I reach up, only stabbing with splinters the tiny fractions of time. It's this, this, this, and that. The pieces fall and gather fat-ten-ing, their bits at my feet. I pick up the pieces and, here, hold this. It's not that heavy, a...

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Written: November 15, 2024 For Glenn Hughes Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori _____________________________ In the quiet of the evening, a whisper echoes through my mind, the old saying wraps around...

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Freedom! Is that so hard To ask you know that thing Where you get a pass Where you get to spread Your wings and get to Fly or crash get to test your limits and escape your Past Get to achieve the impossible With little problems but come on We know this is a daydream Something we know we can't Achieve....

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