Obscuring Poems - Poems about Obscuring

...Clear at the edges, I can see every ripple of sand on the bed of the ocean as I swim. Towards the centre of the beach the sea becomes opaque, The sand churned up by the waves and the greater depth ......

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...We navigate life's stanza's quirky rhyme, as through obscuring fog we strain to see two well worn roads on the landscape of time. One leads through the mist of what's yet to be, revealing lofty......

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... An unearthly fog thickens nocturnal’s peaceful aura. Scents of lamenting petrichor mix with slick, decomposing leaves. A disharmonious death knell calls to me, Untying the red strings of f......

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... Life mirrors the ocean's flow, skimming, turning, burning, and then churning below it thrusts and bursts forth impatiently, then spreads, searching and reaching for the unknown, bef......

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... A declaration etched in ink and in stone, Rights whispered softly yet fiercely well known. A birthright claimed in every newborn's cry, A universal truth beneath a boundless sky. But banner......

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... We, the freeborn, born to be free, Yet shackled by chains of mental slavery, We sought knowledge in hallowed halls of learning, But found ourselves lost in labyrinths of yearning. Western wis......

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...Moonlight creeps through the writhing woodland as Arion walks alongside me—upward toward the lone mountain. We had trekked for miles and the way was wearisome, heavy fog in its obscuring fidelit......

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...Haunted By a portrait on the wall By eyes that will not let me be The man who went instead of me and took the fall. Haunted By the ship I set in motion Watching with disbelief when it hit t......

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...Burning sun departing ember of its fire graying as autumn leaves spent and blown by wind of confusion obscuring clarity of truth opacifying colors muting sounds masking fragrance boredo......

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...I drive alone down misty roads where the morning’s frost still lingers on the earth, grass, leaves unreached by the feeble winter sun whose fingers slowly withdraw into the white blankness of ......

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...The sand from the hourglass is slipping through the cracks between my fingers. as I track my time in increments, regulated, rhythmic, redundant. the weekends coming, it’s almost winter break. ......

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...(“Original Mind”, 2017, original mixed media encaustic) Tathagata and the Paradox of Being There is no death in samsara Unless you are in samsara… Mind is free and always has been f......

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...THE LOST GIRL THE FOREST GREW MORE SINISTER AND DARK SHE ALONE IN THE DARK WITH THE UNIMAGENABLE PLACE THE CLOUDS ARE STRANGERS NOW TO HER HER SOILS ARE APART FROM HER FAR FAR AWAY THE EXISTE......

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... Molten lava spews from my eyes My mouth feels dry like the scorching desert Fear, like a heavy boulder, sits on my chest My heart seeks where the Chimera dwells A pit is forming in my stomach ......

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... Clenching tightly, so moments don't fade away, As bygone days once promised to stay. Rejoicing in every instant to its utmost, The spectacle may ultimately e......

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