Mist Poems - Poems about Mist

RAINDROP DAY Hands mottled, waves at indigo Table Mountain soft raindrops fill copper birdbath full Winter not yet arrived grey air meadows liquid light filters atmosphere an old woman struggles under weight of stagnant memories I smile with raindrops as they manifest a dream drapery no me, no my, no you, no yours OmniLove misting me through my own undying freedom...

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EIGHT BEAUTIFUL LINES Filled with peachy pleasure in parsley pastures I eye eagle elegantly elevate in elongated flight warriors wonder wisely about rising Sun whispering wondrous worldly wishes across abiding angelic appled air spun elves and fairies pirouette in royal ribbons blue with mystics maypoling as kittens mew a mistletoe mist of fat figs feasting true...

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I sat down with a notebook A soft buzz in my head Words were there Then slipped away Like smoke through fingers Disappearing into thin air Ideas floated just out of reach Like clouds in a sky too bright Drifting… Never landing… The pen hovered, touching the paper Then the ink ran Like a dream fading at dawn I tried to grasp A thought or spark It unraveled… A tangled thread...

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Can you ever be pleased, mankind? Everything we try, yet we're met with night. We're nerds, unaware of the truth's light, When all that pleases you lies in deceitful sight. "Do not be conformed to the pattern of this world" Yet we strive to fit, in a world that's flawed from birth. Truth's told when falsehoods behold your desire's flame, Emulate to...

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Out of the mist of silence, strangers emerge, slowly fading into the midday light their steps rustle petals, and the flower-filled street stirs like an old dream. I let my thoughts drift, white, like a fluff of feather among tender shadows, I hear how the voices of passersby become the scent of apricots – then oblivion erases them. A...

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Waiting For You in the sputtering lantern light I stand waiting for you I button my coat as the dense gray fog rolls in off the ocean a sparrow, shivering in the chill air sits on the sidewalk perhaps it is nearing its end only time will tell I may still be here to see It. ...

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Dusk Contemplation The cool mist settles in as the sun gives a final farewell for the evening. Vibrant orange hues signal an end to the long day as the sky darkens. I stand alone on a hill watching the scene unfold as dusk deepens. My house beckons me and I will return there when the light has faded. For the moment I drink all of this in, refreshed and...

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Let this mist nigh misty remain, My eyes moist, words scattered remain, Know not, why this moment has marooned? Heartbeats lifeless, why mood seems doomed? Fine, whole world’s willing to walk with, But today let me aloof remain, Let this mist nigh misty remain. Let me on ways...

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darkness in the mist light shines down from a streetlamp- drip. drops from my hood...

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Personas have limits, boundaries veiled by the thin masquerade of pretense They whisper promises of identity, yet crack under pressure of reality's weight—poet She puts on her face while vaping smoke surrounds, Carefully paints fishtail eyes , studs, and crimson lips, satin scarfs around hug her hips Bindi adorned when with the Janes A sterling nose ring pierces...

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I can only tell you of my fond memories of listening to Glenn Hughes It is as if a frozen mist has captured all of his songs that I hold dear I have forsaken him and have now turned to Iron Maiden But I will never forget the days and nights that Glenn kept me from the bay His songs endearing and triumphant in every...

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In times when I was met with frigidness, and cruelty scraped my fragile skin, I may have whimpered like a pup or merely shaken it off. Those memories remain somewhere in my brain but not in a place of joy or of grace. I prefer to lock up old injuries, and some I may have concealed so very well they linger as in a fog. Unlike the bliss of...

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You are locked away in a frozen mist Your hand once warm upon my knee, my phantom limb— the sky atop your shoulders I kissed. You were never a man who balled your fist Instead, your eyes had guilt in a chrysalis brim, And for that I find my cold love an agony to resist. Yet there’s a delicious and chilled...

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Your beloved faces I trace in a mist filled room of treasured yesterday's Amid the puffs of smoke rising to the ceiling reaching out and climbing back down the walls I hear a song of joyous rememberings With a beautiful bouquet of all the flowered hues so softy painted upon your face I whisper your name ...

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It was a very balmy midsummer night shadows danced with me under starlight I heard a nightingale cry out for its mate in that moment joy fled. I became sedate My mind swirled with thoughts concealed with something I no longer wanted revealed I heard a whispering voice from my past a fleeting memory recalled that didn't last I felt the need to...

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