Smoky Poems - Poems about Smoky

Jukebox Requiem

ANGIE, that last slow dance in smoky haze—
you slipped UNDER MY THUMB like twilight’s ache.
The Rolling Stones crooned fate through tangled days;
I tried to PAINT IT BLACK for mercy’s sake.

But YOU CAN’T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT—truth stings—
just loaded TUMBLIN DICE in neon towns,
chasing HONKY TONK WOMEN on borrowed wings
while WILD HORSES dragged dreams to

those smoky eyes

J D Vance has such smoky, smoldering eyes, doesn’t he?
The way those baby blues coruscate, as if from the darkness.
Are those shadows natural? No, it’s eyeliner, of course, but on
a 40-year-old man it’s called guyliner.

Any teenage girl will tell you the kohl pencil is the gateway
makeup tool for self-definition, if not exactly self-improvement.

As an ex-teenage

Towards the Inevitable

Did you dance on 
the porch this morning
avoiding the invisible 
ice and the broken glass?
Could you see 
through the smoky hat’s brim?
In your mind you climb clouds 
like a resin rock wall
looking for a view 
of a place beyond perplexity
Fingers squeeze 
scraping the raincloud's face
Will you let their tears
surround your silhouetted trace
to wash your mind

Smoky Sunset

Smoky sunset over the plain
Is it time for a verse?
Your breaths caress my neck like rain
Will our goodbye be terse?

We're in a pandemic
Words that were once magic
Useless to lives tragic

I lose a bet
Smoky sunset

September 15th, 2021
Quietus

Smoky Bar

The smoke lingering 
laced in the sweat on my skin,
the bar walked me home.

Smoke

Smoke
by Michael R. Burch

The hazy, smoke-filled skies of summer I remember well;
farewell was on my mind, and the thoughts that I can't tell
rang bells within (the din was in) my mind, and I can't say
if what we had was good or bad, or where it is today ...
The endless days of summer's haze I still

A Smoky Memory

Unable to sleep I remember-
My mind flashes back to many things;
Such wonderful gifts – our memory,
Salvation and life with all it brings

It is nighttime of long ago
Before electricity the coal oil lamp burns
Sitting up on the mantle that’s dressed
With a white embroidered skirt

Snuffed out when time for bed and sleep
The smoky scent of coal oil

Smoky Dreams 'Neath Rainbow Rings

Smoky Dreams ‘Neath Rainbow Rings

Oh, you are so cool,
opaquely bright,
clear prism shattering
true light

				And you
				red glowing sweat
				condensed containment
				flaming tears

Draw near to me
let me consume
your crystallized
angelic plume

				I dare not
				lest I extinguish
				the molten core
				of lava’s anguish

You fall into
a silent night

				You rise upon
				a roaring light

our lives
		but aimless
				wanderings

smoky dreams
			‘neath
					rainbow rings



©12/30/2017

submitted to STUNNED - Poetry Contest

The Smoky Rose and the Angel

The smoky rose burns bright in the embers of my soul 
From paradise to earth the angels fall softly 
Wrapping their wings around me 
They keep me hanging on 
They keep me hanging on 
I see the colors of heaven dancing like doves 
And I feel the love
It's like a flower in the dark 
Whispers

Smoky Moosh

 I lived away in the Aussie bush, 
grey Cat escaped a smoky moosh {face},
 he was eating Brown Snakes,
 brought Rabbit for his Doggie mates,
 a smoky kind of Puss.

Puddys can be fierce hunters,
 they usually jump 3 feet in the air,
 when a brownie strikes at em. 
Quick or dead?

Don

Native of Smoky Mountains

The moon glows with its silver blue light
The light is like pearl shaped tears
In the curtain of night
Soul yearns with wild desire

In the mountains dew arises to the sky
It creates a pale mist
Beautiful but eerie is this scene
Almost supernatural is shadow ancient trees will cast

The reflected in the sun pale mist looks sublime
The ocean of

Old Smoky Number 9

Poet: Ken Jordan  (Story)
Story: Old Smoky Number 9
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: November/2012

There's a mystic breeze softly 
flowing down a  dirt road not 
far from where I live.  In a way, 
it's very spiritual to see the 
dust float up from the ground 
in anticipation of the old 
number 9 locomotive train 
passing through at high

All Black and Smoky

Long-winged smoky wisps curling up
Now drifting like wind driven clouds
Then swirling like cobwebby curtains
Screaming sirens outside the house
Circling about darkening the hamlets

Outside the room shrieking of sirens
Windows seemed miles away
As he came near the window 
All he could see was acrid smoke
Devilish red flames burning his skin.

Pitter patter of footsteps coming up
Making his hairs stand

Smoky Beach Walk

A small wave beach,
Tiny shells of ages past,
Washing time again
To dry next day.

Fairy fires glow
In concrete rings,
A driftwood sizzles
As it sends smoke out.

An ants cliff rises
Above clam mounds
That bubble under water
As the lapping grows more frequent.
Then still rippling notes
Orchestrate the winds.

Smoky Eyes

It's only the time,
That I come to mind,
When smoke gets in your eyes.

Then you come my way,
Taking time from your day,
To visit, and make someone smile.

When I look for you,
All I have to do,
Is look for that smoky design.

You probably don't know,
How my trust for you grows,
Everytime that your glance catches mine.

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