Poems About: FOG

In this page, poems on / about “fog” are listed.
  • 1.
    fog

    Fog
    Fog is mysterious, wet and dark.
    Fog blurs your view and makes you unsure of what's coming next.
    Fog creates wishes of people from beyond coming back. read more »

    Lucy Grainger
  • 2.
    FOG

    Fog it grabs you and strangles you till you die.
    fog is alot like you.you wait till the right moment and then kill, kill, kill.
    Fog you cant see throw it and is the best way to kill.
    you walk in the fog kill me and run. read more »

    Natali Surjan
  • 3.
    The Fog

    Oh fog! Oh fog!
    What do I see?
    Nothing! Nothing!
    I can't even see me! read more »

    Andrew D Robertson
  • 4.
    My view of fog

    People often view fog in one way only
    I personally don't see it that way, and...
    the feeling it conjures is more than just lonely
    It's totally different... read more »

    David Whalen
  • 5.
    battle of fog wind and sun

    It’s a mysterious morning in the wood as the fogs settled in
    Fog dances with the wind through the trees twirling
    A hazy white blanket diffusing scattering the light
    Everything looks so different tricking your sight read more »

    Micron
  • 6.
    I Stand In The Fog, Afraid To Move

    I stand in the Fog, afraid to move.
    I might Fall. It calls. It wants me. I fear It.
    The Crag, Hole, Mouth, End, Edge, Crack, Ledge, Bottom, Pull.
    All names for It. read more »

    Anonymous Ghurl
  • 7.
    THE FOG

    The fog is an illusion—
    A master of disguise,
    Which hides the tangible
    Before our very eyes. read more »

    Walterrean Salley
  • 8.
    Moon

    Here I stand, surrounded by fog

    A fog so dense the moons light cannot be seen read more »

    John Alexander Alegre
  • 9.
    THE FOG IN LIFE!

    Foggy mist, misty fog
    Marvellous manifestation
    Of magnificent nature! read more »

    Subbaraman N V
  • 10.
    A Wall Of Fog

    A wall of fog
    Inside my head
    Shutting out
    The words I said read more »

    Anonymous Ghurl
  • 11.
    Fog or hurdle

    Fog or hurdle
    I was on the way
    and the fog was also on the way.
    It was covering trees, flowers and also me. read more »

    vijay gupta
  • 12.
    Bear Week on the Cape

    bear week on quaint provintial town,
    burly masses corrugate in the reeds of accordian coast,
    a bell chimes through the gritting shutter teeth.
    calls to the ships at sea read more »

    Dizzy Darling
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