Obscured Poems - Poems about Obscured

Rust clings like memories, framing the world, a mottled lace of time— the window pane, a portal to whispers, yet the view is a watercolor dream, blurring edges, softening the harshness, where light dances through corroded veins, and beauty hides in the flawed and the forgotten....

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The silver moon capped the golden sun ~ Festive eyes gathered for fun...

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Down distance streets distant days obscured Visions of idle things resting in the weeds skeletal Rusted eons have fallen machines dead In their stance flies flicker and dance strange Streets stretching off into complex patterns a city Grid of a dead metropolis alternate realms Realities a different shade of blue a red deeper Like blood or...

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On the way of choosing my path, right or wrong I lost my mind Thoughts are there stored enough to perplex, waves of words blew all along the way, unclear, be more precise else I might be caught, caught in a couch tied with a string, after when the precision came It came, stayed roamed, gathered all along, tied into a single...

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The ancient Hindu text mentions the story of the celestial dragon, the serpent that drinks the nectar of Gods holding wagon. Indicating that abundance has its limits, get to the grips, beheading the manipulating leech causing the eclipse. The temporarily obscurity being in the shadow of another body, or having another body pass between it for the viewers lobby. Abandonment...

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Thomas Obscured forgotten by our religion we have avoided this channel to truth.. it is a direct channel not impeded by tenets and teachings which veil that which is obscured.. there is a fear perhaps which holds the veil in place.. a glimpse plus some courage and we are pushed.. recognizing Peace... (Referring to the Gospel of Thomas..)...

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Sitting in a corner, observing events as they unfold I live like a toad in my precious humble abode Sleeping and Waking up from the same place In a world obscured but certainly secured Not that I am jailed in this place of grace But that I don't want to face a life time...

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When it looks like the fire inside were doused Do you pretend not to notice? Do you try and lit it up again? Will you walk away without a second thought? Knowing that when you saw her “that day” She had a smile that said I am me Comfortable Receptive In my own skin Do you probe for the reason behind...

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Tennis in the wind An audience like fans to the trees Serves an unfair advantage...

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That is truth, in England all people have looked as polished talents and genius, even a driver there or porter, or steward, or begger, or trader, or stealer, or priest, or head of ministry do not work without great quality and service. There is, seem, only one stupid man - mister Bean, who prevailed all brilliant persons...

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First look, glasses as my eyes glance From left to right I begin to read Much as if I were in a trance My education faulted for this deed Second look with randomness I search Looking for a pattern, no not the glasses Does this person attends a formal church This poem is one of their trespasses Third look now the compulsion takes...

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The clock keeps on ticking as time goes by, I sit here to think yet still wonder why? As the day passes does it leave me behind? While the clock is ticking is it time I find? Darkness approaches as the night begins, I stand in the dark just me and my sins. I see what’s before me but there isn’t...

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The River is wide and unbearably cold, beyond the tide under a winter blanket, alone in it's own secret is stories of old, empty with aged beauty to beset, sits quietly unaccupied with unread mystery, shrouded among ferns and pines sheltered alone, protected from the cold winter frenzy. Through ages past does her mystery roam, surrounding her walls,deep thicken grass grew, while the winds...

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Smiles hide a sadness, a haunting madness that runs in circles. Things accumulate, rise up around him until he is safe, and obscured. Unseen, unharmed, unheard of. Silent cries silenced, still. He aches for you to hear him, reach in and pull him from the pit. Take his hand, please....

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