Short Fogged Poems
Short Fogged Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Fogged by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Fogged by length and keyword.
Fogged over mirror starts to stream
Sweet whiffs of Henna dance on steam
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
As rescuer, with lantern
Darkest of nights, sent out
How it must appear, this world throughout.
To each that loses heart.
Fogged for disbelief, at first
That which looms up, bright-smiled.
Til trusting its glow's source, heart's outburst
Leads to a life's new start.
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
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
Form:
Misty mornings
as gray as matter of invisible time
A porch light is lit but there is no one home
Fogged up windows and street lamp tenors
a white wash sky achieves light
as a shutter opens the mind is restored,
it is no longer night.
colors slowly dullen
as my whole world becomes more sullen
overwhelmed with gloom
A flower blooms only to die
In turn I cry
my eyes are fogged
I cant see past
my mysery
My life has quickly faded
to Nothing
a dying shame
crying with plenty of blame
forgotton but not forgave
dead
I love you,
Yes I know I do.
But I don’t know,
What to do.
I can’t stop thinking,
About him for some reason.
But I really wish I could.
Should I tell you?
I don’t know.
Would it do more harm than good?
With you is where I want to be,
Forever and for always.
But right now,
My mind is fogged.
In a sea of doubt.
Form:
Thoughts sprawl out of the box,
cognizance limits transcended by confused mind,
paradox.
Mute inner voice
takes tense sense in forked pathway blind,
tough choice.
Gets tossed
in fogged crosswind,
lost.
Thoughts sprawl out of the box,
takes tense sense in forked pathway blind,
lost.
Morning dew falls, dripping down
like tears down humanity's pain
following the setting sun
bloodshot eyes
Earth.. nature... society
tearing at the seams
in anguish
titans in conflict
Minds fertile
in vast oblivion
lost in direction
on paths fogged to truth
Mre we powerless to(o)
effect change
or is the choice
to be powerless
Arising from warm watered womb
To stand in steamy bathroom
Toweling dry before fogged glass
A moving smoky faint mirage
The cool Fall day is warm at last
Donning sweat shirt extra large
Picking up the empty cup
That held hot and gingered tea
He’d sipped while laying down
The pocket door slid open wide
Reborn again he stepped outside
Refreshed alert unwound
Form:
Brilliant rainbow arced into the sky
Big house in center of the village
A soft light bathed the large room
wedding feast rice strewn about
Greeted with loud handclapping
Fogged gold-rimmed spectacles
Garlands on statues of Buddha
Dancing and singing for Krisna
Bobbins and a spinning wheel
Majestic elephants trunks curled
raising mushrooms of dry dust