Short Misted Poems
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shades of cerulean enclose my ice-bound heart
and radiate misted frost into the breath of the earth,
tethering love in its glacial grip.
The moon is misted with rain,
And moon-tears dribble and drain
The length of the sky. They fall
Into the Big Dipper, that catches them each and all.
The moon is misted with rain,
And moon-tears dribble and drain
The length of the sky. They fall
Into the Big Dipper, that catches them each and all.
my mind
clouded like these skies
as morning arises
in misted breaths
in the wake
of her death
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wretchedness
a melancholy
of
misgivings,
parched of hope
circled
by
despair
crazed
shadows
upon
a
misted
moon
ruddy trawlers creak
as fire strummed whitecaps compose-
seagulls lock their wings
sage eyes, pursed in wry wrinkles
squint toward salt misted shards
syllables 5-7-5-7-7
In a drifted breeze
— we parachute
a misted fog enveloped
cutting deep
words tripped up
lost
mementos
moving on
with or without me
Blindly running down the road, misted by the coming storms
Standing lonely in the room surrounded by the family pictures
Tomorrow's past today and now you're all my yesterday's......
Misted clouds of lavender petals brush our bare feet softly,
But the vibrant flowers are faded and whithered to brown shells
Compared with how my heart beams like a rainbow when we're together.
moon-mended water drifts
mist-marked shadows wander
morning-made quiet rises
moss-mapped stones remember
mid-tide murmurs soften
marsh-misted air settles
meadow-mild minutes linger
Unstrolled, but of a heart
Spills, slow and dismal.
Unswept, but of a hand
Time's, whose lone recall.
Long years since, what shimmers
For evening's misted
Haunting appeal; far-lamped.
Ghost-paired, down-led!
Misted, as some enchantress
A mythic age haunts
This Autumn's country; this day's.
Morn, noon. And beyond.
All the dazed while, what desires
Marvelled at, to be
Do get that sense of. And how!
Speak; I wont respond!
You were lost
like a rolled away pill.
Hibiscus was waiting
*
As the night departs,
I will look at the moon
through misted eyes.
*
A bridge has collapsed.
How sad.
A bell tolls endlessly.
Satish Verma
A man and child; this one moment
Does he through it wend.
Spoiled of whose charms, in abundance
A fabulous realm dot.
Castle and church. Misted, moulding.
Shrouded too in legend.
And what evokes, more proudly odd
Each fairy tree and grot.
This for a window's
Autumnal blurred;
A glassy water's
Dimly concurred;
Invites, leaf and fish
A look; deep fixed.
Night's dreamy visage
Is moon-misted.
Who, soft gushed loves, all
Sucked in, tears shed
Doubts whose power to
Be so transfixed?
Windows of soul
On misted terrain
Some narrow viewpoints
From wind twisted pane
Some climb a ladder
stepping on heads
to get loftier views
and are lowered instead
Others find pleasure
By closing the blinds
Some stop to think
and blink
poets
wink
Talons.
A Pidgeon panicked!
It flew flapping in its thunder;
In a motion rolling beneath
swaying leaves.
Floating in its light
eyes wide,sunlit,shattered
In its thunder.
Morning appears through
a misted velvet night !
A solitary coo, no thunder
or wings.
OCEAN IN MY MIND
Gazing down at the misted level forest
Or the grey clouds layered
In heavy damp blankets
Always I see the ocean in my dreams.
Far shores drift out of focus
Nightfall hides the horizon
But still I catch the sound
Of imagined seagulls wheeling free.
The forgotten one
Owes what heart the price
Of countless tears, for what's missed!
Some debts, though, are nice!
The forgotten one
Of whom, time-misted
To live up to needs, no more
Which person's life-hopes.
Yet who's praise, out which climbed slopes
Is first sought - though dead!
Misted drizzles bring me back
not to the past but present rhythm
done and sung : I fondle
raindrops tapping on giant trees
while my wounded limbs gather
to kneel upon the ground
that stamps this mad man's
need to reclaim love's sweet pour.
Let It Rain Contest of Nette Onclaud
Peering back through misted glass.
You.
An intimately known stranger next to me.
Echo waves lap in and out of my mind...
Reality? Looped events pulsating.
Can't trust the cine film past.
Click. Thud. Tapdancing on my heart.
Staccato feelings.
Drop by drop I return to myself.
Phoenix.
A foggy, foggy day in January town,
Gripping its pray like tiger claws,
Sullen, spreading its eerie fears
To those behind wintered walls.
Finally, through its misted barrier,
Sunshine pierces her first nature’s needle.
A splash of warmth finds an upturned cheek,
And the world awakens with hope.
This glowing nightscraper ‘s iridescence
Brings older fishermen persevering
Through misted oceanfront’s territory
With lighthouse exploring disturbances.
Tall tower---devoted custodian,
Beams protect travelers’ fascination
While glitter envelops humankind
In faithful , reverent dedication.
10/31/2023
“ O Sole Mio”, the accordionist plays.
Your feet snuggle mine,in a Chianti, misted haze.
The perfect place forus to become engraved!
A little, shiny, dance floor, where we did the Tarantella.
Those sensuous eyes,I, your forever, enchanted Bella!
I had a lover once, just one,
espied through misted panes
from my corner loft,
above the grocery store.
His lanky gait would pause
for the Southbound No.3.
and though I wished,
with all my heart,
he’d lift his head from down,
the passing years have
have brought no more
than a greying shade of brown.