Mist Poems - Poems about 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...

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Misty roses, red with pink haze, orange lilies; Lilac promenade. Purple pansies on the porch, dusk soon to carry the torch. 'At last' roses, peach chocolate cosmos, shrouded, Yellow daisies smile. Gardens loved to distraction, yet hold a strong attraction. Blue irises, blurred and black cherry carnations, near green hydrangeas. Subdued belles wear nature's veil in hued dawn, of small detail....

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One day, I will leave on a path of mist and dreams, to an unknown place where silences whisper eternal stories, into a secret mountain hidden on the maps of my heart, where the shadows of the past dance under the gentle sunset. One day, I will leave with steps of wind that carry my desires, with a suitcase full...

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The grass blades wet with morning dew, beads of water glisten within a sparkle of sunlight. All is calm within a morning of tranquil peace grace and solitude. Moments before the day awakens with life bursting forth its' hustle and bustle loud, crowded and eagerness. Life is good, enjoy the moments... diamonds in the mist. ...

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I smiled when I saw The figure in front I ran to get close But only hugged smoke...

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Every drop of mist being vapor list it riegns rhythmatic beats Falling on lands flowers and trees following some encamping bound to the ground Drip Drop Misty rain drops transparency mist 5/23/25 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025 ...

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Through ancient mists where sorrow's breath is cold, A spirit walks, a story to unfold. Not aimless now but burdened by the weight Of whispered grief that seals a tragic fate. The sunless world where hope is rarely born, Gives rise to shadows twisted and forlorn. No demons laugh but silence deep and vast, A chilling quiet from a future past. The raven's...

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Life is But a Mist (James 4:14) Life is but mist that rises with the dawn, A fleeting breath — it vanishes so fast. We plan and dream, yet soon those dreams are gone, Like shadows fading in the morning’s cast. Tomorrow’s promise hides behind a veil, Uncertain, veiled in whispers yet untold. The past, a story drifting like a sail, The present’s all...

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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 never learned to look at shop windows without searching for the walking shape of your footsteps. The umbrella abandoned beside a rusted bicycle resembles you more than any living body. On the wet pavements, an old woman feeds the pigeons with the same patience you once had for all the things I forgot. Someone plays Bach in an alleyway, and the notes...

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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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