Murkiness Poems | Examples

SUBMERSED

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submersed
under cerulean layers of sleep
I drift, like plankton, unanchored…

GloFish, protists,
underwater atolls, 
sea dragons, shipwrecks
moving with the undercurrent 
of water drenched in sapphire moonlight

far above the waves,
a single fixed eye, unblinking,
whirls with the horizon’s arc

a glimmer, an omen, or a target glimpsed
disappeared in a moment~

and the undulating, briny sea,
the murkiness of an unfamiliar shore,
and
the beautiful luster of a sleep-darkened sky.

There Is A Darkness

There is a darkness always lurking around.
Concealed, but ready to pounce, swoop 
you downwards rapidly and keep you there.
Hold you captive in a hole, in darkness.

There is a darkness called depression,
a mental illness that affects your wellness
for it invades your mind and body, distorts
your thoughts, numbs senses and feelings.

Darkness, you are not welcome anymore
for you cannot seduce me anymore.
Yes, you did so many times in the past
when I was lost, broken, easily swayed.

Those times you targeted and took me
with you, down, down, down in the dark. 
You held me hostage, your force kept me
down, no matter how hard I tried to get up.

I was able to escape a few times, but you
kept recapturing me with your black web,
finding myself subdued in dark spell and
looking for a light in the dark to get out.

The last time you captured me was the 
murkiness, the longest stay I had and the
hardest struggle I had to get out for I kept
falling back again and again in the murk.

That was a long, long time ago and now
you are restrained to stay away from me.
You have too many faces, one being the
depression I totally confronted, goodbye!

Getting My Bearings

It's either too hot or too cold here,
the thermostat in hell must be broke again.
Maybe this is Purgatory
i'm told the Governor of purgatory
can't fix anything and he dithers a lot.

Someone has turned down
the dimmer switch in my mind -
hard to see my thoughts.

Foods a bit stodgy
and there's a shortage of porta-potties.
It’s quite heavenly here on the weekends
and during most 'happy hours',
otherwise there's much murkiness.

I’m driving down a four lane highway
squinting into the foggy rain,
now I see a road sign;
well look at that
it says: 'Welcome to Ohio'.

I Wandered Lonely As My Grief

“I wandered lonely as a cloud” - William Wordsworth


I wandered lonely as my grief
Refused denial, never left
Swept over me with no relief
A distant soul alone, bereft.
Meandering, lost in plain sight
A wingless mourner seeking flight.

And yet within a heart still stirred
To waken memories not lost
A still, small voice, just barely heard.
Cold tears the melting of love’s loss
As day turns into darkened fear
Of emptiness and no one there.

Her scent no longer in the air
Her presence fading way too fast
Her touch alive in dreams unfair.
I slumber sadly in our past
Consumed, it seems, with being there
Unable to be free of here.

For love it seems cannot abide
The painful act of moving on
As loving’s feelings still reside
Within the heart from dusk till morn
For in the murkiness between
A glimpse of her may still be seen.



©9/18/2022

I Wandered Lonely as -----Challenge Poetry Contest

Ode To Summer

Farewell, au revoir, goodbye, convivial summer. 
The day is late now, and the breeze is warmer. 
A vacant ocean-side barricaded motel. 
Wild geese are soon flying in lines as well.

Vacation homes drop their literate barricades. 
This rich sweeping green tone will soon fade. 
In this season, buds and fruits are abundant. 
Melons and garden load are ardent.

Tanned skin, sailboats, and folded linen suits. 
When the world is more positive than disputes, 
Pollen irritates the sinuses of sensitive patients. 
Now they've fled to the farm, the coast nascent.

Stop their passing endeavor at escape. 
The Ferris wheel in LEGOLAND is agape. 
The Cape no longer trades in quirkiness. 
A glum family descends from the murkiness. 

To welcome their offspring back from camp. 
Mature year, scarlet maple boughs, raised scamp. 
Sunburned shoulders disappear at summer's end. 
Goodbye to the peasant's headband.

Goodbye storms and dirty white shoes. 
Goodbye summer friends, pants, shorts, and cruse.
Farewell, tennis peculiar desire to be difficult. 
Farewell picnics, ice tea, and plane trips, munificent.

Written: August 19, 2022

Shrouded Mental Haze

Heaven is both above and below our feet, so vividly recall that ground likes feeling your knees and breeze likes spinning your hair. By Poet


cogitates on rousing heaves my treasure
glorious sunrise becomes murky to pink
as the sun sets the sky turns gold
my brooding nearness to daisies and cellos
a rainbow arched across far wing amid rain and sun
overcast gloomy and sluggish
the gist of the nature mesmerism
detected illusions covered quietly
blooms of the wilderness in the woods
cognitive murkiness that dims fanciful notion my treasure. 

Written: March 6, 2022

1st Place contest winner

Form I - Imagism - New Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France

Tug the Muck

Tug a bit on earthly muck, shakes us all;
Hell's murkiness makes the eternal fall.
Pick up pure mud, feel its wonder and awe.

Our cosmos burns but organics are rare;
though carbon abounds, exists everywhere.
Light springs into life, if water is there!

Grab damp dark soil, same stuff in a flower.
Musing trite thoughts drains our mental power,
try to wake before your faint final hour.

Some sculpt Buddha's fingers touching the earth,
always connecting to soil has true worth.
From the moist muck comes all life and rebirth.

Our world will rock us asleep and awake;
ups and downs, storms and quakes, for goodness sake.
Accepting all flaws, what will we forsake?





Monorhyme in tercets  15 lines  114 words
Inspired by John Milton's Paradise Lost, 
Astrophysics and Buddhist philosophy

Sipping Sunrise

Sunshine effused into my cup,

nebulous…with vanilla silk.

Stir-and-sip splendid sunrise.

Murkiness vanishes, supplanted

by cheeriness and clarity.

1/31/2022

Wonderstruck Loveliness

It's chilling outside, and it's shivery. 
Wary of the downpour, she remains mostly, 

Under the forlorn tree, similar to a statue,
Eyes, the cloud of sunset sparkles too.

 I view murkiness from afar off the shimmer of Orion. 
Our spirit imperativeness conveys me to the horizon, 

Stars brushing and sky sparkle are wonderstruck. 
Same as sculpture mold on a wall that you can pluck.

Her attractiveness is obvious to me, in complete calm.
Or when she cries in the middle of a mountain balm.

I'm ready to perceive her beauty in her heart and mind.
Inside the moles on her face, she blemishes as a hind.

Everything she is, or everything she shows.
When the night is ending, it expands and grows.
 
I understand I'm depicting my woman purposely. 
There's a ton of things we don't even see, 

In a world with everything we crave, yet disagree.
Need to be cherished, ensured, and in security.


Written: November 28, 2021


Wonderstruck Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori

Nowhere Near Her a Phone

Quick like lighting, she is flown
To a darkness
With waters of murkiness
To a pebbly zone
To her practically unknown,
Nowhere near her a rescuing phone,
To be physically tortured for deeper groans
And psychologically for disquieting moans.

Now, she is mortally afraid
Of even the dusts into her eyes blown
And has herself made
To seem into a furnace thrown:
Increasingly picking the  sounds of her melting bone
And unnerving scenes of one crushed alone.

Gosh! The restless  voice of her sister,
Not here,
Could 've been an alerting megaphone
And that of boyfriend Peter,
Still out there,
A panicking microphone!

Inconspicuous

Would I be able to expand my wings? 
I walk around the mists. 
I do stunts in the breeze. 
I console the powers of murkiness. 
Arrange the resulting time frames 
As in chess, for evident reasons. 
A raindrop lands on my courtyard.
Each day, I water my day dawn. 
I usually appreciate some water on the lawn. 
A connection between ordinary associations. 
Appearing late, everything is pushed back.

The Mirror

I realized that You would always utter awareness. 
As though you saw yourself to be fragile and goalless.
Youth retreat, assuming themselves were worthless.
If you look into a mirror, you will moot your uniqueness. 
It is self-evident that we will all be cloaked in murkiness. 
A utopian world will vanish, leaving utter worthlessness.


Placed 1st in this contest 
Written: June 02, 2021
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

ALL YOURS (Jun 11) Poetry Contest

Cosmic Eudaemonia

While in a field the other night, 
I looked up at the midnight sky. 
The stars were like a symphony, 
An orchestra in their own right.

The stars in perfect harmony
Performed a concert, just for me.
The moon began it’s slow descend
Just as the astral music peaked.

I wish I could go back again,
To that wonderful halcyon,
But when I look up from the roof
My eyes are filled with murkiness.

Still, on that fateful night of blue,
I saw a special star that flew
And on that star I made a wish,
I wished that you would see one too.


*author's note*
Thanks for reading! I'm new to writing poetry, so any constructive criticism you have to help me improve would be a big help!

A Loving Heart

I love you with my entire heart
Feeling your devotion
Basking in my arms, my dear one
Revere me through
Everything, that is in you 
The spirit of your beauty
Under this summer gaiety
Time of upbeat, and fun enjoyment 
Amid crown of lights brilliant 
Illuminates all things, considered 
With quiet night devoted
Murkiness flies, and all is light 
You twinkle in the night 
To hear you murmur, sweetly, smart
I love you with my entire heart

Paradise Hope Lost

Piercing through the leafy, bucolic overgrowth
I seek beyond vines 'n streams to find my way.
A mythic path into the tempting foliage
or enlightened trail to nature's knowledge.
I confess, my lifetime's voice has been unreliable
yet, I'm certain my inner truth is viable.
Milton's epic sin verse sustained my child mind
later left me hungry for more to ponder, more to find.

Darkness visible to the temple Pandemonium
nature's light beams reveal "On Mani Padme Hum".
Tug a bit on earthly muck and you shake us all.
Hell's beguiling murkiness made the eternal fall.
Wonderment of awe: what's right in this place,
life emergent, goodness here, evil leaves little trace.

Science changed the mystic tales of the middle ages.
Can't accept the historical theories of the sages.
Study deeper the spirit beneath bible stories.
Rise up in hope! Therein lies the human glories!
The courageous bravely entering Nirvana's gate.
Paradise belongs also to those who only stand and wait.

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