Short Hazily Poems

Short Hazily Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hazily by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hazily by length and keyword.


Three Lights

first night—
the soul’s fringe still shining hazily
the last night—
as though knowing time has come
morning comes—
a firefly spends all its light


Premium Member Dreams

As the sun shone hazily through the mist.
As the breeze made the wheat lazily twist.
As the two arose from the dreams they dreamnt.
As the poems must start, they also must end.
© Pax Geist  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Veiled Threat

sand
                           flying
                           hazily
                       in a desert
                           storm

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                 Sponsor: Ir0nic Zink
Form: Lanterne

Premium Member -Resident Souls

Echoes through the hallway

Of this dilapidated ruin

A stone house made with devoted hands

Ladened once with the life and love of humans


Soft whispers can be heard

An occasional silhouette hazily drifts by

The humans that once lived here

Continue to reside ….
© Deb M   Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Most Distant Sun

Distance
The illusion of change
Warmth willingly withheld
Prayers echoing
In a frozen valley
Blown awry
By vagrant winds
The silent serenade
Of unheard snowflakes

A bedeviled sun
Haunts the hoary horizon
As shivering shadows
Dance hazily
In the illusion
Of  distance


Unplug and Break

pull the plug

 the water goes down the drain 
and the lights flicker, hazily groping the smoke's shoulder in vain.

armor is iron chain, to strangle ally.

golden mistress breaks the spine

boasting in your head before your time.

if my body wastes away 

and my heart breaks like a plate

i'll lodge the sharpest fragment i can find in your brain.

identity

It’s a searing, wordless pain to be unsure of my own identity 
Lost in the day to day, shackled by the ins and outs of my stoic life
Mirrors look back at me, a hazily dreampt structure of a face without a name
Leeching naivety distorts common sense, never revealing a world of cloaked wicked intentions
I study myself until my eyes crack, in search of a semblance of recognition 
Though it seems I am just and idea crafted by a bleeding heart
© S. Grace  Create an image from this poem.

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