Poems About: FOG
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
I saw the fogs
But I can’t grab it, just see and let the fogs leaves
They just dancing and playing
Caring the stranger feelings read more »Fee Chen
326.When The Gray Fog Covers The Great Gums
When the gray fog covers the great gums and the pied currawongs they do call
You know heavy rain is approaching to Kalorama in late Fall
Across the high woodlands of Yarra Ranges the cool winds of early May blow
The mountain ash have seen many Seasons and with each Season taller they grow read more »Francis Duggan
327.Take Me Here
Where nothing has ever happened here, therefor there can't be history
Where any sound other than your own respiration is but a mystery
Where even the rocks themselves prove just to be distractions
Where the nauseating haze clouds yesterdays actions read more »Amy Stuart
328.~Through Their Fog~
She could sense in his silence
his pain was heavy with despair,
He was hanging on the wind
like frost that chills the air. read more »Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun
329.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
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
332.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
333.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
334.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
336.Guardians and Gateways
I drift but slow on a fog of dream
But then my feet, beneath me sand
Thou fog hast wrapt me in t'would seem
Adrift in this hollow, foresaken land read more »Milan Van Zuyen