Top 100 Poems About: FOG

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

    The fog comes
    on little cat feet.

    It sits looking read more »

    Carl Sandburg
  • 2.
    A Study In Gray

    I step from the door with a shiver
    (This fog is uncommonly cold)
    And ask myself: What did I give her?
    The maiden a trifle gone-old,
    With the head of gray hair that was gold. read more »

    Ambrose Bierce
  • 3.
    The Fog Town School Of Thought

    They should have taught us birds and trees
    in school, they should have taught us beauty
    and weaving bees and had a class
    on listening and standing alone— read more »

    Maurice Manning
  • 4.
    Sea Slant

    On up the sea slant,
    On up the horizon,
    The ship limps. read more »

    Carl Sandburg
  • 5.
    The Fog

    I saw the fog grow thick,
    Which soon made blind my ken;
    It made tall men of boys,
    And giants of tall men. read more »

    William Henry Davies
  • 6.

    A vagueness comes over everything,
    as though proving color and contour
    alike dispensable: the lighthouse
    extinct, the islands' spruce-tips read more »

    Amy Clampitt
  • 7.
    Boats In A Fog

    Sports and gallantries, the stage, the arts, the antics of dancers,
    The exuberant voices of music,
    Have charm for children but lack nobility; it is ... read more »

    Robinson Jeffers
  • 8.

    through a telescope:
    ten cents worth of fog. read more »

    Kobayashi Issa
  • 9.
    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
  • 10.
    Gray Fog

    A FOG drifts in, the heavy laden
    Cold white ghost of the sea—
    One by one the hills go out,
    The road and the pepper-tree. read more »

    Sara Teasdale
  • 11.
    All Day Long

    All day long in fog and wind,
    The waves have flung their beating crests
    Against the palisades of adamant.
    My boy, he went to sea, long and long ago, read more »

    Carl Sandburg
  • 12.
    The House Of Dust: Part 01: 08: The White Fog Creeps From The Cold Sea Over The City

    The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city,
    Over the pale grey tumbled towers,—
    And settles among the roofs, the pale grey walls.
    Along damp sinuous streets it crawls, read more »

    Conrad Potter Aiken
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