Poems About: FOG
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
i saw ol Jack's ghost
back in seventy-two, read more »Terry L. Young
326.A Kaleidoscopic Fog
I walked through a kaleidoscopic fog early on a spring
morning in 1996. The sun was just rising. The fog had
set a stage and our star presented its golden light,
with its rays continually in motion in the midst of the fog. read more »Nora Loch
327.The Ghosts of the Sea
The ghosts of the sunken ships remember the fog,
Reminiscent of the danger of a wild, mad dog.
Hidden it the darkness it came into the night, read more »Ron Dawson
328.Baltic Fog Notes
Seven days all fog, all mist, and the turbines pounding through high seas.
I was a plaything, a rat’s neck in the teeth of a scuffling mastiff. read more »Carl Sandburg
The rain has been lost
in these long, dry days.
It has been taken by
the dark shades of grays. read more »Midnight Seasons
330.The Misty Fog Was in Her Hair
The misty fog was in her hair.
He could not find her anywhere.
Could not see through fog and mist.
He remembered her hair and when they kissed. read more »Edwina Reizer
331.The Deadly Speckled Birches (Smoking/Cigarettes)
Vika and I walked in a thick forest of birches white and spotted.
And many boulders of white lime with black lichens dotted.
A thick fog rolled slowly toward like a pudding, creamy and clotted. read more »Daniel Partlow
I am stumbling and falling,
Every step I take is wrong.
I just have to follow your calling,
But I can’t see beyond the Fog. read more »aishwarya sahi
333.Cloud In The Fog
The cold wind cuts through my face like glass,
Along two lines on my cheeks it was exceptionally sharp.
The moon shone down on me covering me with a silver hue, read more »Isabella Francis
The tenements where lights shine bright
November’s fog can’t hide their fights
The fog will rise then mist will meet
These callous roads, these bloody streets read more »PAUL COLVIN
335.! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! A child's plea- for you, of you, to you! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Fog, fog, go away
Want to go out and play.
Please, Can’t bear the cold. read more »Mamta Agarwal
336.199. LIFE'S WINTER
Idle, semiconscious winter fog
Settles heavy on deforested nude,
Grey and dull, everywhere, dull lull;
Spine-chilling cold, blinding grey fog, read more »Praveen Kumar Title Shobha Priya