Poems About: FOG

In the valley their lived sally,
She owned a dog named fog,
She found fog in the pound,
Fog loved frogs. read more »

The Fog Of My Broken Heart

The fog of my broken heart
The dark fog that imprisons my soul read more »

Fog's a species of weather-
gray, like a pigeon's feather.
Auden once wrote, 'Thank you, fog.'
Sandburg thought of cat, not dog. read more »

Kerouac comes out of the fog & mist
a ghost smoking a joint
offers me some
finally - read more »

Fog, Yet Another Point Of View


Near Fisherman’s Wharf, quite late at night read more »

Trees above her, below her, to each side of her
Fog obstracting her view, where should she be?
She cannot tell what day it is anymore than she can tell what time it is
which way should she turn? read more »

Trees above her, below her, to each side of her
Fog obstructing her view, where should she be?
She cannot tell what day it is any more than she can tell what time it is
Which way should she turn? read more »

Fog, settling in the air all around.
Fog, covering the earth like a blanket on the ground.
Where did you come from?
Why are you here? read more »

There's a grey fog over Dublin of the curses,
It blinds my eyes, mavrone, and stops my breath;
And I travel slow that once could run the swiftest, read more »

The fog silently crawls across the sky and on the ground
And cloaks the countryside for miles around
And motorists drive with their headlights on though the clock has struck mid-day
And visibility down to twenty metres and everywhere looking gray. read more »

An absolute
patience.
Trees stand
up to their knees in read more »

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