Short Blurred Poems

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Premium Member Swallowed Sounds

bitter cold voices lost behind woolen mufflers definition blurred
written December 7, 2021
Form: Senryu


Premium Member Obscuring Sight

a sequence of sighs pervades the atmosphere~ the view scene is blurred
Written: January 22, 2023
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Watercolours

as rain extinguished embers
of the long day's city heat
blurred traffic light reflections 
painted puddles on the street.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Tears of Dew

Your loved canasta tulips’ 
frilly pink blooms sway gently;
reminds me of our first dance~
blurred now by teardrops of dew.
Form: Verse

Eye Blurring Memory

I had memory
When heard all went to bury
My childhood partner
My eyes blurred, heart was broken
Thinking of a bud fell down.
Form: Tanka


Premium Member Rainy Day Silhouettes

Sleek blurred silhouettes
beneath colored umbrellas
shun falling silver.
On the path to golden sun
strangers all walk together.
Form: Tanka

Aftermath

The storm subsided among lost cries
Blurred picturesque of ruined brides
I see as I await my muse
In the solemn solitary sunrise.
Form: Jueju

Premium Member The hummingbirds hover

for a reason,
and a purpose,
stronger than
mine,

even after
a blurred abstract

that sometimes
shines
closer
to realism.
© CC Bloom  Create an image from this poem.
art

Premium Member The Fire Goes Out

      Yesterday’s so clear
        Today so blurred and bleary

      Energy once sky-high
         Left my eyes and me so teary
Form: Rhyme

Blurred Vision

So leave me
Deceive me
Relieve me of this confusion
Lie about why
Create more illusion 
Because with you and me
There is no clarity.

Premium Member Lost Sunsets

Lost colors of a vague sunset, unfolds stars that paint sanguine dreamscapes from pale plum verses of blurred past
Form: Ninette

THE BRIDE’S DREAMS - VIGNETTE

sweet smell of her envy perfume
drowned that stench of betrayal play
stygian smile blurred by church-white veil
her heart habitually astray
Form: Other

Shrouded Scenery

M-ountains, hills, and vales
A-re covered in mist and fog, 
E-very view is blurred.

Topic: Birthday of Mae Omaya (March 28) 
Form: Haikustic
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Garden Jewel

vision of blurred beats 
                       casts a ruby throat sparkling
                            precious gem setting




18.08.16
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Wherever You Are

the line blurred
between real and surreal
under moonlight
the warm breeze
both kiss and caress
stirring stars



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Somewhat Misty Memories

A month of memories,
Are somewhat washed away,
Blurred to my naked eye.
Some I can remember,
Some I chose to forget,
Now just haze in my heart.

Fallacy

Politicians are true to their word 
Something that's very seldom heard 
I often wonder why 
Is it pie in the sky 
Maybe my thinking is blurred.
© John Read  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member the view

blurred by misty spray 
my bird watching view obscured 
what are birds doing

bird feeder is filled 
all sizes come and perch 
without being scared
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Hail

The darkness seeps wet
stains on tissues of regret
inked pores secrete rain.
A blurred dust of pain
edging storm clouds all absorb
the hail of the Lord.
Form: Choka

Premium Member Leaving Home

Morning, a grey smudge. 
Blurred senses stirring slowly. 
Holding your brown case,
You creep down the creaking stairs,
Lift the clacking latch, then leave.
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Estranged

He looks on with glasses. In the distance, the faces are blurred and it only magnifies his deep loss
Ninette form 3/23/12

Winds' Line

nest blown down from vine

                               faint nightmare blurred in sunshine

                                      winds have drawn the line
Form: Haiku

C-Word

the teacher called for a c word
the nerd though she  meant a turd 
he spelled it out long
and still it was spelled wrong
he stood with his face looking blurred
© Daisy Ward  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Misty maybe becoming

In dawn's hushed oozy mist
truths seem soft and gentle
so unsure of themselves
they become blurred shapeless
with no hold, knurl or grip
to bring into focus

One Finite Day

Now stolen by the seconds
before blurred and moth eaten
Tomorrow still yet formed
Destiny take its chance
laughter strangles silence
and noise creates the home

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