Short Foggy Poems
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FOGGY IGNORANCE
infests mountain gardens
when one uses the lenses to view others
and not ones self
foggy night
a cobweb catches
the glow of fluorescents
haiku part of haibun
Published: Contemporary Haibun Online
Like boats through the fog
They reach the shores of our thoughts
Bringing back the old,
All the scents and melodies
Felt without using senses
Mist;
You fall, you crawl, you roll,
And into people’s thoughts you seep,
Like an uninvited dream
Into foggy brains
On the edge of sleep …
The moon has risen
Slightly into the night air
Reflections are cast
On the river down below
A foggy mist lies opaque
Russell Sivey
.
Fog's mist gently touched enveloping body_ sudden light spirit enlivened
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Contest: Monoku Form
Date: December 4, 2013
Foggy psychology
I cut my veins.
I eat a kilo of medicine.
This is
The foggy psychology
Monsters
Nazis
This psychology is killing me
Because
I am a European
Foggy
Cool, peaceful morn
Solitude's feast of quiet commune
Dove's coo
Red sun
slips over morn's blue horizon.
Whispy angel wing clouds
decorate sky.
Sun's up
Mountains with white fog
like steam in the Autumn trees
A blanket, warming valley
A yellow leaf fell
in the gray, cool air settling
Cold night captured it
Heidi Sands
9/30/23
suffused icy fog
eyes wide open
the sight of white dark
Modern Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chetta Achara
Date: 30-12-2021.
daybreak wide awake
wrapped in misty fog blanket ~
above hangs rainbow
H Forms - Traditional Nature Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date written: 03/03/2022
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)
foggy
feather fringes flow
from fine fancy foliages ---
flamboyant foxes
soft, silky, shiny
solemn savory serene ---
saintly sacred scene
shrubs stand so senile
does sun hide his face in fear?
parade of phantoms
03 January 2023
A machine pain,
scripts the name secretly,
intones the verdict.
*
I don’t need,
to prove it, like the man
who sells the dreams.
*
Privacy interrupted,
I have come out in open,
to commit the god.
Satish Verma
.
Oh! Foggy morn cloud that hovers
Close to mother earth's ground
Surrounded by mist and moisture
No visibility found
Cows out grazing enjoy green grass
Many cars and trucks move
Headed here and there, life goes on
Danger lurks _please remove
Limerick . For Christopher Delegans Contest.
Syllables in each line: 10-10-7-7-10
The town of Hull befell a misty fog.
Not safe to be out for man, cat or dog.
Rex missed the weather report.
In this pea- soup, he got caught.
So that is the end of his epilogue.
Fog has crept from the sea
through alleys and streets
between buildings and trees,
slowly and sad.
All is covered, all is veiled
the sight is useless and vain,
the hearing false and fake;
the known is now unclear,
everything is changed
yet it’s still the same.
Marco
Form:
Walking along a quiet street
On a foggy morning
All is still
No cars on the road
The bushes are quiet
The trees are not rustling
No dogs are barking
No people are out and about other than me
I
Am all alone
And feeling quite content
On this peaceful foggy morning
baby boy blue roll up those sleeves
step into that stream and just breathe.
dont think you have got it hard just yet
release your tension with a run or pen
then look out your small towns door and
finally see that your not the only one with this
feeling of desparity, so see what you should.
Stayed in bed yesterday
Whiled the whole day away
Though idle
My thoughts went astray
Stayed in my head yesterday
Pondering possible pathways
How things may go
How they may stay
Made up my bed today
But not my mind
Stuck in a gray way
But certainly
Soon
Will find my way…
Where there is fog
That's where I'm from
Where Summer is not hot
Where it's expensive to live in
San Francisco
Where the famous singers left their heart
Where the famous bridge is from the Golden Gate
Where happiness is never ends
The tourist spot for foreigners
San Francisco
Oh how I love thee
wandering
this avenue
wishing I could find you
you took the bus home
i was running right behind you
been thinking too much
lately
from 'this habit'
i'm kinda shady
writing doesnt fix it
maybe my fate is:
im fading.
i've been lookin down the block
for you
hope you looked for me
actually
you're not a 'you'
you're who i used to be.
The fog rolls in
With the whispering wind,
The air is heavy within
Low and wispy
The fog wisps and winds,
Along with the river
And in with the tides,
Clouds of white and silver.
Never knowing what’s hiding behind.
Like dew in the morning
At the dawn of light,
It comes with no warning
And is gone before the fall of night.
The fog is near.
Ready to shield her magic from the world.
On the outside she is an ordinary girl,
But on the inside she is extraordinary.
Soon when the fog is gone.
Her magic will have taken effect.
The sun will then come out and shine brightly.
Some would say a mere coincidence,
But only special people can make the worlds light shine brightly in an instant.
Form:
I do not know what lies ahead
The path is cloaked in mystery
A thick fog clouds my weary head
The future spells uncertainty
I craned my neck to get a glimpse
A glimpse of the foggy future
In agony, I sighed and winced
Some things in life can't be insured
I do not know what lies ahead
But God knows every mystery
On Christ, I rest my weary head
To Him, there's no uncertainty