Nebulous Poems - Poems about Nebulous

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 ...

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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...

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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...

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Nebulous Horizon ...

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

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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. ...

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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...

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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...

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blazing russet l e a v e ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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

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