Short Fogged Poems
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Fogged over mirror starts to stream
Sweet whiffs of Henna dance on steam
By Robb A. Kopp
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Let not this darkness behind you
Your present joy o'ershadow.
Fair Earth, in its morn's glow, shedding
Its own haunted state's fogged clue.
When the train jolted
The rain and street lights melted.
Your finger traced sighs
Against the breath-fogged windows.
Love fades like peat fire embers
Lines of words are missing,
Lost mixings at a time with movement,
Forgotten phrases of merging views,
Fogged over thoughts that onced bloomed
In concise meaning.
Your beauty
winked at me,
Then crowd
Wrapped you up by the fogged.
And in it's palms,
Extraordinary , drowned.
But the haze of the eyes
Flared up.
In semi-darkness ,
Pulled me along.
My heart fizzles; like hot kettle,
glows red and burns hands
trying to nestle.
Love is hard when life is heated,
So stay clear,
that your mind won't get fogged
with this heated steam.
Not for Light's absence
Cringe, this hour, you
As for whose presence
Enlarged is. Dead!
Fearing's ghostly cloaked.
Uprose, fogged, too
Out this; by that, swamp-croaked.
That, swamp-hooted.
A living, breathing source of
Love-flamy light.
For what does each, in the heart
Stir up at night.
Though down in roads' sea-rolled view
Drunken, fogged most
Peninsula-prominent.
Safe helmsman boast.
I have much hope for the fresh new year,
yet I bring into it, a heavy broken heart
My steps are slow and burdened,
and my mind is fogged with grief
But I have hope that God will carry me
until I am able to walk on my own
Foggy air
dims midnight vision,
my eyes beg to see
beyond the tip of my nose—
where night daunts.
My glasses
fogged by chilly wind,
holding back my steps,
darkness deepens my nightmare—
fog chills scare.
Sick waves tumble guts.
Quick gags stifle lunch.
Motions blurred gray illusion,
Icy spray sea infusion.
Slate fogged sky ahead and back,
Compass swinging out of whack.
Skid, slip, spin, and fall.
Don't panic, swim call.
With spooked nerves' dead of night woe
This horror show
Morns and fogged, quaking on through.
Eves and fogged, back.
A bony figure's stiffness
And lifelessness
Treed, which its leading part plays.
Treed, with star's knack.
Dusty light fogged the attic,
antique smell brought back my past…
rows of smiling dulcet dolls,
building blocks and kitchen sets,
my childhood hidden treasures
lay beside a keepsake box,
the teeth inside were not mine.
this mystic arc
above the bridge
fogged rims
from river’s edge
alluring eyes
to wind down
the fragmented
edges and plunge
upon its icy depths
my eyes
cast off
like shadows
towards
an ashen sky
instead
(Bus scribbles)
Think of
You without a
Fogged mind with biases
Unclutter from extra baggage
Start from today to walk to a new hope
Accept bravely your shortcomings
Is the first step to change
Your precious life
Do it
Nayda Ivette
11-26-2015
Cloud that looks like wave
Is entered by jet
Quick exit outside
Pilots vision fogged?
Clouds follow fast jet
Clouds being pulled
Or so it seems
Air currents flow
With the great jet
Whispy clouds
High flying
Fanbrush strokes
Airy
Fluffy
Clouds
I could hear my heart
I could barely see
Didn’t know my part
Hazy memory
Finches in the bush
Flashes of light
Flock of macaw
Gaining eye sight
Molten lava
Sparkling
Soda pop
Fogged window
Relaxed
Vibrant
Ouch
By Robb A. Kopp
As rescuer, with lantern
Darkest of nights, sent out
How it must appear, this world throughout.
To each that loses heart.
Fogged , at first, for disbelief
Til is sourced back to it
Through a bright smile whose trust does emit
Life's new dawn will impart.
Sunshine boosts
my will to fulfill
the things I love most.
Yet, spirit can't clear my mind-
fogged with storms.
Yesterdays,
clarity survived-
taken for granted.
Yet, still have my way with words
that escape the clouds.
Fogged break of the day
A new damp newspaper rests
On the rubber mat
English Haiku 5,7,5
(Does not require all lower case)
January 25, 2020
10am PST
Life is a touch to say,
Use it to shine the way.
Only a blind man walks in darkness
What do you hope to see in the dim,
Oh, you fogged mortal eyes?
Shine the way.
Life is a touch to say,
Use it to shine the way.
Shine, and shine, I say
Illuminate the world today.
I whispered goodbye with my forehead pressed against the pane.
My breath fogged my words as I watched you walk from my thoughts.
The loneliness is longer this time.
My side seems so bare now that the threads are undone.
I should find my sewing box.
Yesterday my drain was clogged
Woe was me my brain was fogged
No toilet, sink or washing machine
Whole house smelled like a latrine
But a bottle of black did the trick
24 hours the drain was slick
The sink went down the washer works
The smell remains rotten eggs it lurks
you inspire this man that is shy,
When i now rile and curse
From my head to the end of my skirts
and fear that i may fall dry ahead
Cry of debt before my death
I am be-mused, yet not be-fogged
when i see you anew under same moonlight
and not see a bug
a strange awakening
bathed the brain
fogged the eyes of night
remnants of dreams
unshakeable
looming still
with dawns new light
feet on the ground
grog wears off
carbon pops
xylophone tickle up the spine
still this dream
a taunting tease
pleads definition
I know not why
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