Poems About: FOG
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Across the lake I stare
Across through the morning fog
I hear the lonely call of my brother read more »Matthew Ladin
It is very foggy out there,
Like life nothing is clear,
Park's lights are far away,
Looking pale and distant, read more »Qaisar Janjua
When the fog sets in
And the world becomes alien
To my desires,
I look for you, read more »Lorin Addy Garringer
52.Wild Geese Across the Moon
REEDS, snake-like, coiled in the mist
Where the low fog drives:
The muddy cough of the stream that strives
To free its throat from the clot of reed, read more »Muriel Stuart
She looks out the cold window her breath
Fogs the cold frozen window
She looks out in to the dark cold outside
For a light to brighten the sky read more »Rachelle Toscannini
As I walk along the coastal road, to the neighbouring bay,
A curtain of thick fog suddenly comes swirling my way.
Through the dense haze, I can spot the odd car headlight,
But everything else is now completely hidden from sight. read more »Angela Wybrow
55.Hemingway's Bizarre Dream: The Oldman And The Fog,1st.Episode
..no longer, the fog..
could see the man
because, another fog..
made of man.. read more »ahmed khaled
The fog slunk down from Labrador, stealthy, sure, and slow,
Southwardly shifting, far inshore, so never a man might know
How the sea it trod with feet soft-shod, watching the distance dim,
Where the fishing-fleet to the eastward beat, white dots on the ocean's rim. read more »Guy Wetmore Carryl
57.A Morning Fog
This morning see the whole sky
In the morning light is fully white.
Covers the harbors where are unseen.
I see over San Francisco and Oakland. read more »Albert Wong
58.In The Fog
As the fog settles on top the restless land,
I wonder if this is the fog of sleep.
Does the earth need to rest?
I would not be suprised, we place many toils on it. read more »Ethan Petersen
59.Remembering Carl Sandburg - The Fog
The fog descends
in the wee hours of dawn
like a sacred thing read more »john tiong chunghoo
When at first love arrives nothing is clear,
A dark misty fog enfolds like a dream, a desire,
Perhaps longing fulfilled, read more »Bea Early