Smoky Poems - Poems about Smoky

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...

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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...

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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...

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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. And when we're in...

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