Short Murkiness Poems

Sunshine effused into my cup,

nebulous…with vanilla silk.

Stir-and-sip splendid sunrise.

Murkiness vanishes, supplanted

by cheeriness and clarity.

1/31/2022...

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As the ocean's anchors - hold the relics old
time engulfs life's sphere - to seize
generation's gold
murkiness of sea - may well
mark the moments slight
oh, but nothing can blot out
the brilliance of the light...

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Her love was insipid
It was lukewarm and murky
His heart sipped it
Spat it out and rinsed it 
Cleansed itself
Removed
All traces of insipidity
Murkiness and acidity
Disguised as love
Dripping from a broken heart...

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Departure

peach blossoms in April
almost home
the sky a cloudy reminder
of the murkiness that
surrounds this misadventure
a handful of doubt
and a handful of reassurances
tossed in the air
canceled out
at last I leave on my own
two feet...

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A mood as dark as a winters midnight
Haltingly adrift, she is rudderless 
Bound to a coastal route
As she nears the quay, she cries out
But emits no sound
As strong currents
Guide her soul
To deeper depths
And perils 
Where light has no importance
A salient angle away and afar
She collapses in upon herself, like the Black Hole
Black does not describe its murkiness
She is lost to humanity...

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Iridescent Colours




Winds whip, murkiness masks the blue,
Pearlescent clouds hurry,
Birds raise their pitch to suffused hue,
Whole scene appears blurry,


The coherent torrential flow,
Pellucids opaline,
Iridescent hues in rainbow,
Brewed to get perfect wine!






Written April 1st, 2015 
on theme 5- opaline
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For nette's contest "Let me feel your lines"

Awarded 7th place win...

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Would I be able to expand my wings? 
I walk around the mists. 
I do stunts in the breeze. 
I console the powers of murkiness. 
Arrange the resulting time frames 
As in chess, for evident reasons. 
A raindrop lands on my courtyard.
Each day, I water my day dawn. 
I usually appreciate some water on the lawn. 
A connection between ordinary associations. 
Appearing late, everything is pushed back....

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10-19-12

Look you poor city!
At the depravity at hand
Lacking the lover of creation
But fill’d in menacing, smoggy tears
Gutters of murkiness swell thy tongue
Conceiv’d only by the generation
Virus spread—leaving dead
All hope of resurrection
Look at thy doom! 
And smell thy rancid fumes
Constru’d in rapid sensitivity
All consciousness glu’d 
I ache to find a street
That groweth life—and hope of it

Ache no more as one
But change in unison!...

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I love you with my entire heart
Feeling your devotion
Basking in my arms, my dear one
Revere me through
Everything, that is in you 
The spirit of your beauty
Under this summer gaiety
Time of upbeat, and fun enjoyment 
Amid crown of lights brilliant 
Illuminates all things, considered 
With quiet night devoted
Murkiness flies, and all is light 
You twinkle in the night 
To hear you murmur, sweetly, smart
I love you with my entire heart...

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High in the blue sky
a dark lonely cloud 
shadows the sun
above them, thunder rumbles;
and the trees humbly bow
to the incessant wind.

Beneath them,
shadows grow shorter and taller
from the north,
dust thick as fog gathers, 
whirls and twirls
filling the sky with
murkiness and junks.

A lone leave circles and floats 
blindly, undecided to rest
or join in the tumult
and then landed at my feet
I looked up as a tiny droplet
perched on my nose~
It's the first rain....

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In my cocoon
I am safe
Here, it is warm, dark,
Quiet.

But the darkness suffocates.
The quiet of my world
Becomes a tormenting din,
The warmth, cloying.

Untested wings beat against
The walls of my prison.
Eager to escape captivity,
Longing to let light
Pierce the murkiness.
It is time to crawl out
And feel the sun!

Boldly, my proud wings open
As I take flight and reach my potential.
A kaleidoscope of colors
Glinting against the brilliant blue sky,
I am a butterfly....

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I realized that You would always utter awareness. 
As though you saw yourself to be fragile and goalless.
Youth retreat, assuming themselves were worthless.
If you look into a mirror, you will moot your uniqueness. 
It is self-evident that we will all be cloaked in murkiness. 
A utopian world will vanish, leaving utter worthlessness.


Placed 1st in this contest 
Written: June 02, 2021
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

ALL YOURS (Jun 11) Poetry Contest...

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