Mistiness Poems | Examples

The Burnished God

Once the burnished God awoke
He saw naught but confusion veiling his eyes,
A mistiness thick and real 
permeated the iris like obsidian or steel,
Till saw they no more.

Frantic! They run, fly, rub at their eye,
But blindness still.

How faint now the Universe seems to be without sight,
And the God lay back to sleep,
Slightly more sagacious now.

The Dream Broker

Treasury of candles
imagined reawakening the exemplars who campaigns
their coalescing.

Prayer resurrecting
unkept promises that fault mistiness veils of affections 
deeply confessed.

Sweetly progressed
a sinless tinkering of ifs and or buts, realizing an
overdue quietus.

Deja vu changes us,
with sweeping preparations from make-ups to do-overs and cuts to
that's a wrap.

Formats gap
of not to be awry and to prefer an alternate perspective as the
dreamer awakes.

Ducks and drakes
in the ability for the agile to skim and glide the distance o'er the calm and become a
better person.

Go-getter version
had manifested itself as what should have been astir than wallowing in a
festering hole.

Measuring goal
as proclivities satisfy a wandering wonder discerning remote hopes dwelt in the sun's
resplendent beacon.

Transcendent reason
a Q & A session obliging the past and the present on a road less traveled amidst
outright amnesty.

Torchlight family,
emblem of enlightenment and hope for generations--encores,
Messiah of Handel's.

Transcriptions a Freed Verse

TRANSCRIPTIONS
once spellbound
 glowing
  hoveringin
mistiness
limpid
  himid
    bliss
of wonder
a
  vaporous
vision
 incandescent
teeming
  transparent
fluttering
  scattering
sinuoud
   viscosity
in
exploding
shock waves

Corridors of the Soul

"In the misty corridors of the soul",
There are things both young and old;
Some of which are lovely and wholesome.
But some are best left unseen and lonesome.

In such compartments, they must remain.
Otherwise, they only further the pain.
Neither the person nor any stands to gain.
The issue has left a deep wound and a stain.

In the dark nights of the soul, feeling alone and cold,
The heart will ache with secrets that are never told.
Tears will slowly fall as our heads and pillows roll.
Through the mistiness, life will be written on a scroll.

It's not that no one cares, but do I even dare to share?
We are all human, and we do inhale the very same air.
Some matters we bear commonly, but others are rare.
Our lives were never given with a promise to be fair.

These stains can only be cleaned by Christ's blood.
Only God Himself can determine the greater good.
When it's all said and done, it will be understood.
Only then will the scales be balanced as they should.3

Champagne Lady Ii

Conflicting waves ruffle the smooth blue static
hindering the ethereal progression of her path
Airiness sinks heavily to lean into leaden aqua
mistiness lingering, a foggy dolorous  requiem
Practical currents, seem to have lost their step
as winds gust, only to die in competing dogma
Gone again are the gains to the losses gaining!
New rules implemented o’er the old as the sun
explicitly highlights flaws within its blared flare

Listless and restless tossing of the weary soul
aspiring to stay afloat in a much bouncier sea
Denying the salty sting, sways ‘long the bend
yielding painfully to a slower, upriver, journey

6/23/23

Rely On Affection

A striking canvass of the night sky.
Wept as the moon shone brightly.
The mistiness provides a sense of calm.
An upheaval arose amid the silence. 

Smooth orbs droop toward us.
Such a fight about shiny wonts.
Overshadowing the area of view.
This brief pause was quickly ended.

As the moon and stars fade.
Night softens the shadows.
Sweet loving states glow zealously.

Tonight the darlings emerge.
Filling hearts with unwavering trust.
This evening, a higher smile.
Reminds us to trust affection.

1St PLACE CONTEST WINNER

Written: March 30, 2022

Sponsored by: Brian Strand
A BRIAN STRAND STANDARD Poetry Contest

At the Old Grist Mill

Water rises in damp clouds above the falls
Red from the old grist mill reflecting through
The backlighting sunshine causing ethereal
Rainbow-like patterns in the mistiness, while
I watch the gigantic wheel fling cold water
Downstream where it plunges into the murk,
Creating a deep hole not suitable for diving
And too dangerous for children to swim in, so,
I slip my bare feet over the moss-covered ledge
Dangling them above the stream’s updraft,
Watching them come soaking wet and clean
At the end of my sopping brand new jeans. 

written November 5, 2021

The Beauty of Goodbye

in bright formation
gay hued birds take capri skies
farewell to the north

pink dawn mistiness
and night nowhere to be found
so long silken dark 

the storm has vanished
in its place rainbow colors
good riddance tempest

at the end of day
at last one beautiful death
hues of sweet sorrow

The Day's Enchantment

The dawn's morningtide lavender mistiness,
Cloaked the deep emerald fields and woods,
And mother nature wore good morning smiles,
In gay fragrant blooms, all colors and styles.
The happy moments danced daylight together,
All along the golden paved streets of time!
Noontime came sunny skies of clearest blue,
Like sapphire butterfly wings, truest true.
Afternoon left its treasured sunlit memories,
Along with the new experiences and discoveries,
And the evening twilight skies blazed beauty,
'Til the rich blackness of night fell softly!

Terra Firma

When both my feet don’t touch the ground
Lightheadedness proves overwhelming
Turbulent thoughts going while coming
They swirl about me round and round

Cloaked in black a moonless night
The howling dreadful spiteful wind prevails
Spellbound drags me over hills and vales
Like a ragdoll in the midst of a bullfight

Trails of lingering spirit ghouls
Hover over murky haze of mistiness
Harassing in dark gloomy cloudiness
Wrangling reaping mangled souls

Blurry visions twirl above
Creating mayhem in their path
Unleashing bold raging wrath
Till afar I think I see a dove

Fearing I’ll break into a coma
I force myself to get a grip
Catch my breath with every dip
Holding out for familiar terra firma



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on February 6, 2019 for contest ENCLOSED RHYME sponsored by EMILE PINET

Cold November Day

trees barren and laden clouds
on a cold november day
the waves are high
and waters murky

still so solemn
our bench a relic
the raging river faces

the mistiness
of a distant memory
not letting go
though seems so long ago



AP: 2nd place 2021

Submitted on June 1, 2020 for contest BRIAN'S SELECT sponsored by BRIAN STRAND

Originally posted on January 23, 2019

One Man And

Colors of my heart, do you not see
My communication weakness, my virtuosity
To fetch run and carry each and every day
To behold and please you for eternity

Yet all I ask is to be understood
Accepted, loved and all in me that is good
I am not so different from you as you would appear I seem
I am one alone, part of you, a team

Take away the shackles, the tethers, running free
Remove the obstacles that separate you from me
Clear your vision through the mistiness and fog
I am me, alive, a being, not just a domestic dog

Care for me as I care for you
We will help each other through

Free Cee Angels In the Rain

ANGEL IN THE RAIN

Last eve heard my prayer that I would awake to a rainbow
And only the mistiness would know how it would go                         
   Oh and I awoke to see the colors that so blessed my eyes
While at the edge of that rainbow the rarity of an angel cries

I hear her loudly weeping from far above
Bemoaning the besmirching of yesterday’s love
Perhaps rainbows only appear to soothe an angel’s heart
Until a multi-tinted pallet and the sky are made to part

There then is left but a memory born by the blue
And only a hint of what the heavens can do
Rainbows can appear and disappear at will
Yet weeps that woe filled angel still

The sky turned blue a bit later on
Once that reverent and radiant rainbow was gone
Mine is cold comfort when a coal colored sky finally clears
Until another angel dries that weeping angel’s tears
© 2013  copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~

Free Cee Let the Bees Be

LET THE BEES BE

I was ordered to surrender
by someone who used to be so tender
and i've changed my face so many times before
while exiting an iron clad door

I sat in a seat of deadened wood dried by the ages
and read a yellowed newspaper while turning pages
each page showed me shadows of yesterday
but none had much of importance to say

I read of death and destruction
and more needless concrete construction
cows used to sleep where iron now rises
and a heard of men in the mistiness of many disguises

and so she asked me to wave a white flag
but I wouldn't raise a faded denim rag
I had to leave before her unpleasant pleas
and that's when I discovered that love can sting like a million Mexican yellow bees
             © 2012......PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

An Irish Redemption

An Irish Redemption

Downtown lights glimmer off in the beckoning distance
I watch them twinkle a dewiness as I lie,
safe and sweet in the fresh softness of the Irish linen
Watch them lights reflect starry halos off the deep dark bay tonight.

This harbor a mirror to my soul, glittering black, like a miner’s coal...

wood carved cherry oak, plush vinyl, rain battered glass, a setting
to remember I insist;

their voices hovering, yet their songs I am forgetting…
to know I cannot resist.

The ebbing tide retreats, a salty mistiness on my skin,
I see his wings caress as they unfold. I see his prey.

A quick dive to catch, and then…
He and I fly away.

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