Nebulous Poems

Nebulous Horizon

I gaze beyond the phasing face
of the nebulous horizon,
searching in clamorous silence
for a hypnotic glimpse
of your poetic sparks ~ lost,
placed within the kohl-dust
of dreariness dressed
in deceitful dancing diamonds,
like layered silver and gold,
seared by Zeus’s thunderous wrath,
leaving memories engraved
in satanic sapphires
across the tempestuous teal 
soaked in surging tears 
       

Nebulous Horizon

So, it's been said that everything looks better in the morning light, but when sun's warm rays cannot break through the shrouded zenith what hope is there for life?

What can be observed in a world that's been shrouded in gray
when the nightscape bleeds its tears at the start of each new day?
The answer I cannot

Nebulous Horizon

When alabaster twilights 
rain upon celestial roses,
with tear-soaked trinkets 
of ancient aromas ~
I wear their amaranth scents 
upon acrylic wrists, 
and tie my terracotta threads
of twinkling trust
with those topaz ribbons 
of reminiscent tales, 
slowly floating 
in an opal olive fog ~
where a bouquet of bones 
decorates my heart-shaped coffin
and this hoaxed bride,  
veiled in

Nebulous Horizon

                                            Nebulous Horizon

         

Nebulous Horizon

Written: July 7, 2025, for a contest sponsored by Edward Ibeh

Quote: "Lose yourself completely, return to the root of the root of your own soul," By Rumi

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The horizons near me recall a sheet of sheaf,
Fluted and scattered, and perpetually in a reef.
Its touch, as a flame, may

Nebulous Horizon

Mist swallows the edge~
sky and sea blur into one,
no clear path in sight.
Yet I walk where light once fell,
trusting stars behind the haze.

Nebulous Horizon

I told the truth
and still, someone bled.
Silence would have stitched us shut,
a delicate, rose-gold lie—
woven into the wallpaper
of a bedroom left sketched.

I thought I was choosing clarity,
but the mirror fogs each morning.
Future—blunted, gray—
looms like wet brick pavements.
No signs, only echoes of footsteps—
taunting like the choices I regret.

This morning,
I climbed the roof before the city stirred.
The

Who's Your Daddy

When under the gun how can one
not be outdone by nepotism
or overcome by favouritism
altho' the norm they're no more
than a form of terrorism
a nebulous opponent none can fight
on the human landscape
naught but a blight
from which we can't escape or run
any self-respecting someone would shun
and as for me you see
I was obviously yet definitely
born in the

nebulous nexus hiku

blazing russet  l  e  a
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In a realm of nebulous thoughts

In a realm of nebulous thoughts,
I often chase clouds with my eyes,
while they hurry along,
catching sunbeams sweet as honey in their gentle grasp;
they drape the sky like a divine story,
somber hues intertwining with sunny lace beyond immeasurable distances,
beyond unseen horizons,
weaving a vast celestial tapestry of mystery and magic.
As dawn turns into dusk,
daylight fades,
and echoes of

Woven Worlds Of Alice Liddell

She finds the pink planet, musing Alice Liddell's Imagination is the only weapon in war with reality.  Sky's canvas, brushed cotton candy clouds where marshmallow mountains peak and the seventh sun rides low 'til the man in the moon awakens. White light and red, filters a pink-tint, nebulous fringed rose gold.  Pearlescent beams

The Scientific Nebulous

Oh such a mess.
The Scientific nebulous. 
Deception, misdirection, misrepresentation.
Electronic misinformation.
The recalibration. 
Attainment is futile.
For the vile. 
Love and friendships torn apart.
Right from the start.
Traitorous laughter. 
Fallen lives a disaster.
Betrayal of Magna Carta.
Distorted facts. 
Piracy in their glass houses.   
Shattered. 
Humanity ridiculed.
Bereft, wayward as criers obligated.
Liberties, Freedoms, to dust.
Memories of trust.
Oh dear, what a

Nebulous Thoughts Clouding My Brain

Deep restless thoughts that eddied in midnight disclosure, 
My old mind shivered in traumatic tribulations.
No treats for dissolute persons to seal composure.
My mind filled with moths and other abominations.

I dreaded the spooky strength of my demon nightmare, 
Defying all useless urges of vigilant trance, 
Perpetual murmur of unceasing burbled fare, 
Moonlit wintry rays indulge in

The Nebulous Plague

What an unusual pragmatism conundrum.
We drum in our kids a sense of quantum.
Then, a few days later, we express our pain,
When we gaze on persons with the same stain.

We maintain tabs on the culprits responsible,
Similar views of the notion that we never boggle. 
They also discuss the necessity for integrity.
Possibility of enduring unbearable agony.

Amidst all,

Nebulous

nebulous nymph grew
the mystery of a few
wings drawn in faint dew-

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