Short Hazy Poems
Short Hazy Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hazy by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hazy by length and keyword.
soft hazy full moon
flirts with the reticent sun
the lustful rays leave
the pale pearl of night ascends
kissing the darkening pines
hazy skies above
drifting eastward on the heat
smoke from western fires
written July 20, 2021
don't keep heart in one
behind hazy mirror's screen
image wastes life's time
J-ust
O-bliterate
H-azy
N-ight
E-rasing
R-ain
I-n
C-loudy
P-lace
E-ven
R-uggedness
A-nd
S-hadow
Topic: Birthday of John Eric Peras (September 18)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
There's only so much
That my eyes can see
The beauty of autumn dawn
Mostly hidden
A thick misty fog
Blotting out the view
Date written and posted: 07/14/2018
Trump Never Clear and Hazy
Trump was never clear while being hazy;
Definitely lonely lunatic who is quite lazy;
Knowledge lacking;
Waddling and quacking;
What he does continues to drive us crazy.
Jim Horn
One moment I feel in full control
And the next a lost and drifting soul
Am I healthy straight and sane
Do I have a normal brain
Or just taking madness for a stroll
"A question that sometimes drives me hazy: Am I or are the others crazy?" - Albert Einstein
Hot, humid, hazy
Weather's driving me crazy
Making me lazy
Need a draft of cool
To rejuvenate this fool
Roll out the barrel
No draft of cool air
Roll out the barrel of beer
Draft of ale my dears!
So my health won't fail
Lift up your glasses my friends
Toast each other, cheers!
I have no sense of time,
the pride from my accomplishments
is as null as the concept of permanence,
besides the fog —
seeping into my mind
as deep as the proverbial soul within me.
in the mist of what is left of myself,
the only depth i can catch is lost —
lost recognition.
A hazy full moon sighs
As poets search
For her beauty
Lose it in
Syllabic paralysis
Stuttered
Alliteration
Conjures up images
Stolen
From magazine covers
A barn owl
Cherishes
Her shadows
Wolf eyes
Reflect her gaze
A silent lake
Swallows her
Apparition
As frogs
Recite
Her poetry
Hazy
remembrances
wither in dim corners--
our laughter not kept through night’s edge
and yet…
panes rustling from ardor’s downfall
mirror your bare outline,
your scent wafting
like mist.
For Jenish Somadas' Contest
Let the Pens Flow--Butterfly Cinquain
5/9/2020
Soft grey veils descend on the plains,
The world grows quiet, hushed and blurred;
I stroll back home amidst the fog
Without a sense of direction.
My breath makes cold and hazy clouds,
Lost in this murky frosty shroud,
My thoughts start to roam far and wide
Where worries waltz and fade away.
Why
can I
not
focus?
Everything
distracts
me,
it seems.
Playing all
options out in
my mind, stuck
between
two
extremes.
If only
I could
just
close my
eyes…
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a Waltz Wave: 1:2:1:2:3:2:1:2:3:4:3:2:1:2:3:2:1:2:1
just trying something out on a sleepless night, no worries :-)
I catch junk with a stick
Whip it like batter
Make it thick
Set it firm in an oven brick
A sleight-of-hand trick
Flipping a well-rehearsed schtick
Pulling it out of the fire quick
Cool…then plate with a crispy breadstick
Sink your teeth in…taste the kick
A feast of rhyme…a bold remix
Juicy lyrics on a drumstick
Hazy days 'neath summer skies,
Scent filled air and butterflies.
In the fields, lolling cows
Resting under shading boughs.
No breath of wind, no cooling breeze
Flowers greeting bumble bees.
High above, raucous crows
Sending scorn to all below.
All else though, half asleep
drowsing, in the midday heat.
misty eyed morning
the distance
across the horizon
spans further
than hopes and dreams
in swirls of emotionless haze
i thirst for more
than this fog
as it surrounds me
in solitary thoughts
i long to rise
beyond clouds
rising aglow
in dawn's first light
yet somehow
i just flicker
like a star
surrounded
in darkness
of night
The hazy moon (In moments of glory)
You took my hand walking in the darkness together,
And I saw Your tears shone
When the hazy moon appeared from the clouds
Short Version
The hazy moon
shines tears of
a strong man
There is a husband who always loves and supports his wife. He seems strong, but his wife sees his tears when the hazy moon appears among the clouds.
I ploughed myself into a hazy dream
The depths of which I dared not leave
I did not then but now I see
The truths that stand before me
A cathartic cause that they undertook
That echos through the ages
Stories told by mystic men
Of queens and kings and sages
It’s time too pay the devils due
The pain inside me rages
I wrote my death into a book
It’s found within these pages
Variegated streaks
criss-crossing,
soothing lavender
then fiery maroon,
with belts of amber
in between.
Slate blue bluffs
catch the sun before it lands,
dipping into the rippling orange
of the mottled lake.
The pitch black pines are still,
passed the rusty mesh
of a rickety screen door.
Our eyes were fixed
up to the moment
your coppered profile
became shadow,
and I could see you no more
in the hazy light.
Summer smashes into Spring with violent heat that leaves the air in a hazy daze. All of the tender, green rain-draped brilliance of young foliage giving way to the drab, sunbaked drowsy green that swelters and gasps for rain all through Earth's yearly simmering. Boiling and drying in invisible and malicious rays, all green tends to brown and lush tends to shrivelled. And so shall oppressive the weight of this season be. Yet, Autumn comes.
Stirred.
Blurred.
Deferred.
A haze of thoughts.
In the raw.
Unprocessed unpolished.
Ethereal feral.
Impulses really.
I might drown.
A sea of ambiguity.
Random content
in my private universe.
At times, I want to scream and be heard.
But all in time that can’t be rushed ~
Excerpt from Collaboration with Kirk Tierney, based on my poem 'Writing Is How I Connect'/ Painting by Suzanne Van Bebber
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Listen to poem:
Hazy Horizon
David J Walker
The terrible annual winds
That condemns
The lusty Prairie Floor
On a gusty Spring Day
In a dusty Remembrance
Of Youth
And what might be left of a Truth
We once prayed for
And what is left is all the more
The Hope of a Hazy Horizon
Sail the Unkept Sea
Of secrets unforeseen
Dream of dreams undreamt
Of failed obtuse lament
And childish sentiment
That were but are no more
The Hope of a Hazy Horizon