Misty Poems - Poems about Misty

She walks along a misty path humming yesterday's tears. A breath of a thing, only promising to run in fear. The sky cries when she walks into the open. The flowers fade, knowing her love is broken. His frosty lies left bruises on her dainty lips. Her fragile hands still remember him. Missing his ancient soul became her hobby. Oh would you...

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Misty Day Glancing out of the window, I see the potted plant on the sill and the house on the other side of the road, the light is fading, and the plant looks as sad as a whitewashed wall in the rain whiteness is an illusion caused by the sun. Mist of grief encircles olive trees, are...

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DANCING MISTY DAWN NEW DAY- cooling breeze new day dawns a light brisk mist covers dawn dancing springs jest 4/24/25 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025© ...

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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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Where defeat must be chewed in several rounds swallowed with yesterday's raindrops Where truth blinds your vision awakened the echo of anger demons lurking ...

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Misty mornings as gray as matter of invisible time A porch light is lit but there is no one home Fogged up windows and street lamp tenors a white wash sky achieves light as a shutter opens the mind is restored, it is no longer night. ...

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In the misty woods As time and place blended Into something outside each We made love In so many ways As dolphins laughed And humpbacks sang And after when we napped Our lives unfolded Year after year In work and pleasure Challenge and discovery Again and again Meeting and parting In patterns of a dance Always sharp and clear Yet just at the edge of sight Peripheral moments Adding...

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In the shattered mirror of a distorted truth, we dance with misty shadows, Stepping on thin ropes woven from lies and hollow hopes. Greed, our gilded god, whispers poisoned promises in moonless nights, While wisdom lies chained in dungeons of ignorance and fear. Division digs trenches in our souls, separating us like an icy sea, Unity is but a trembling...

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Lifting My pen from slumber As those wild mountains Are calling Rolling misty veils My heart dwells Somewhere within Above the falls Or below The dripping leaves of gum Calm be the wildlife As they seldom See a foot fall Those green fields yonder I may wish To one day wonder But Those misty mountains They’ll call me back In all there colours an seasons The wind pushed Leaning shed Rusted out rovers Oh To...

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The moon had set, the sky was black as I walked along the lane and with no thunder to announce its arrival..nature surprised me with the rain It was a misty morning rain…the kind it’s difficult to forget because as I was walking in the rain…I was not getting wet! The only way I knew it was raining was...

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Upon the misty heights I roam And wonder, as I wander lone For she who mystifies my dawn And listens as I muse along Is nearer still, as lone I walk – I speak in silence from the heart Of days gone by when we were young And knew our moment in the sun Was brighter then than it would be, For even...

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In the morning, when flowers bloom, Lilacs fragrance weave sweet perfume. A weary heart, it longs to rest, Tranquil slumber, it does cajole. My guitar strums in soft rhythm, In the morning, when flowers bloom, Etching melodies, soothing hymn, A sigh escapes, a whispered claim. Amidst the...

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I hang on the small umbrella, but I fail; a whirlwind snatches it away, it's more violent than a hungry eagle swooping down to catch its prey... all is in shambles, it scares the beagle that finds shelter in a hallway of a decayed building nearby: he is afraid and shakes terribly! Melancholy was felt when misty rain made the maples cry as wailing...

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Oh, trees of once so forest green now shrouded to me in pale hues as my hearts reflection of blues mirrors a lifeless figurine Pray hide from me sunbursts of glow for the sky is of mist alone and where I roam as cold as stone all thoughts run deep and overflow Shadowy shaped vapours haunt me with your gaze of cerulean blue and...

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Cloaked in misty judgments, we have dressed ourselves, Finding in condemnation a kind of sacred and dignified sport. An inert paradigm, where blame is like a talisman That people wear proudly, believing in the honorable artifices of justice. We traverse the resounding carnival of designated guilty parties, A culture that chisels the other's mistake into stone. We raise clinical pedestals to...

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