Murky Poems - Poems about Murky

...much of what's behind lies buried within the mind revised or maligned boiling down this life using memory as knife won't halt inner strife trying to avoid staring straight into the void e......Read the rest...

... When words like seeds remain uncultivated, in somber silence the poet within me dies. In the misery of my perishing poetic oasis, petal like poems refuse to infuse idealistic pigments. But with......Read the rest...

...In the secretive corners of the soul, Where you are guided by the whispers of loss, There hides the seed of poetry — A precious stone born from the unseen pressure of pain. An ancient ritual in a......Read the rest...

...Beneath the dome of an unforgiving sky, a spring with a leaden heart warms up, Around it, whole worlds gather, with stiffened breaths and glassy stares, Herds move, languidly inside a landscape tor......Read the rest...

...Restless Regrets This story unfolds with a young girl in her early years feeling the effects of love, in a quaint little town all rashenalty went out the window when she meet this older man she felt......Read the rest...

...At the crossroads of time, where April flinches in buds parted, Spring dwells in the temple, a priestess in a procession of timid lights. A gentle breeze blows, carrying dreams stormy on the orbit ......Read the rest...

...Through a break in the trees Flows a tawny river Sanding the rock endlessly As a peerless carver. The jungle is not seen In the murky water's face. The skies do not skim upon Its......Read the rest...

... I melt into the plural sky its rippling tableaus of tomorrow underneath open light waves see-saws the labyrinth like Delphi tendrils crossing channels all the changing faces played automati......Read the rest...

...No more will I make life freeze; I will enjoy my life up to its lowest lees. Life is short; it is precious; Life can't stand with things malicious. Why shouldn't I, why shouldn't I? Soar with wi......Read the rest...

...A deeper silence diffuses rapidly around Nature waiting for its awakening, a shine less, discontent and wandering star gleams with a scarcely light so murky and feeble; then dissipates itself in ......Read the rest...

...Poetry is a drug, mixed in the alchemy of the night, An elixir of never-ending dreams, the bitter drink of wandering souls, Poured into the empty goblets of thirsty minds, And it flows, softly, th......Read the rest...

... She firmly gripped the cardboard box as though it housed the formulas for happiness, longevity, and peace, as if it held a million dollars and a bag of gems. She sipped her bottled water th......Read the rest...

... Title 3/ Confluence Quote:  Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses. Confucius In the poetic story of my life, I hesitate and ponder 'don't be so obvious,' but whatever I am thinking......Read the rest...

...No gondolas are gliding under bridges, it's a lagoon without classic songs; pigeons are huddled and do not coo, they're frightened by the murky blue! Carlo sings some lovely Neapolitan song......Read the rest...

...In blackness, I hear forked tongues whisper wicked witchery, hope within arthritic ink slowly f a d e s as darkness descends upon snow-speckled heart, and a murder of......Read the rest...