Poems About: FOG
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61.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
When chill of silent breeze,
Is blowing from Himalaya-
Fragrances of jasmine flow in air
When my Lora wears white cardigan read more »Musfiq us Shaleheen
63.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
I find nothing to fill the emptiness,
Of a very cold grey moment
In the endless time of my waking up attempts,
When feeling is painful and the morning is fogged, read more »Mirela Kapaj
Night sleeps quietly under the coil of dog
Cats and rats have been ever good friends
White moon gives warmth to the naked fog
When the dream of winter leaves ends. read more »Binoy Barman
A solar noon, chillness and belated pea soup fog not wanted.
The warm sun seeking to attack the thick cloud like air around the pond.
The fog not knowing better, attempts an imitation solar eclipse
thinking to fool this village and it’s people. read more »Garry Burdick
Hopefully, soon I’ll be
In the smoke of the sea read more »David Whalen
For through the fog the introspection
The eerie eyes, thin and taut
Like looking through a needle under fire
Yes read more »Emmanuel George Cefai
69.Nameless, Formless, Shapeless
Nameless, formless, shapeless
A fog in the brain
A mist in the eyes
Yet in the heart what vulcan flames read more »Emmanuel George Cefai
70.The glow in the fog and mist
The spectral glow of a bobbing lantern
As if tossed upon a stormy sea
Appearing..then fading anon, absorbed read more »David Whalen
71.Virtues inscribe my feast
Rains embrace adjoining, in sepia stills,
sea waves plea on fog moors, and stars,
virtues inscribe my feast, and blue quills.
nights enslave our modes, beyond bars. read more »Giorgio Veneto
72.On the Isle of Sky
On the Isle of Sky
dry fog lying on my palms
holding my ankles read more »Arturs Lusis