Poems About: FOG

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

  • 49.
    Lonely brothers

    Across the lake I stare
    Across through the morning fog
    I hear the lonely call of my brother read more »

    Matthew Ladin
  • 50.
    UNCERTAIN

    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
  • 51.
    Honest

    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
  • 53.
    the window

    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
  • 54.
    Fog

    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
  • 56.
    The Fog

    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.
    Remembering Carl Sandburg - The Fog

    The fog descends
    in the wee hours of dawn
    like a sacred thing read more »

    john tiong chunghoo
  • 59.
    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
  • 60.
    As a child...7 colors

    I looked up to the rainbow and seen 7 colors

    Now i look at the sky and i only see mist and fog read more »

    Mark Chavez
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