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Fog: Winter's Gift by GodA Poem by Amit DhimanDo u like this??? |
Car ^ S*xA Poem by Madi BGreens grind, glass fillsTensions swarm to greetFire lights, lungs swellEmotions simmerSmoke rises, gazes meetSmiles slide into placeHands grasp, lips.. |
Murky WraithA Poem by Lorne BlaineO' murky wraith o'er hills All recesses, your passion fills O' murky wraith stifling sound To the dimness of your veil, my conscienc.. |
The FogA Poem by Margaret M.You don’t notice it at first; It’s just part of the background ‘It’s far from the worst’ A little thicker; A little .. |
Umbrella Shadowed FogA Poem by Earl SchumackerDeployed for use |
THE GAMEA Poem by Nikolaos MoschovosFrom Poetic Course “To petagma tou Mikrou Ianou 1991-1995”. ISBN 978- 960- 90172-2-0 |
The fogA Poem by E.A. StandiferWhen you can feel the fog trying to creep in... Can feel its cold, grey fingers clawing, trying to grab hold of any little thing that it can. Any doub.. |
Unquaking The DuckA Poem by Earl SchumackerMorning rush |
Wind's ReturnA Poem by Terry L & Linda L Shuffover coming barriers |
StockingsA Poem by AnnaThere's a run in my stockings-My tea is cold in my memoryof when that thread was in its place.A mockingbird on the willow treeand robins in the westwa.. |
SeawardA Poem by AnnaThe sea rumbles-thunder hugs the surface.Waves crash ashore;their hearts all foam and brime.What secret sinks?Down below the twilight pier;asunder in .. |
The Piercing FogA Poem by The Night PoetCome along you piercing fog, come alongI’ve been waiting for you to come upon meYour icy chilling crystals tingle sharply upon my faceYou grow n.. |
FOGA Poem by LostMy days blend together Like a smudge of graphite On paper Grayness shading My range of vision Sucking the pigment away I feel like a ghost .. |
White fog.A Story by AlishlyRegular people die because of illnesses or unfortunate events. But all of us put our lives even more in danger. We broad the possibility of death. The.. |
Days In The CloudsA Poem by Earl SchumackerWhen fog comes down nature follows |
The MistA Poem by PatrickPinkI've worked a lot of night jobs. This poem describes how surreal it can be walking home alone late at night. |
Ticket in HandA Poem by Hunter MullisThe dark of the morning,Driving the long ride in through the rain.Seeing the gigantic station emerge from the darkness in front of me.I grab my bags a.. |
Demons In The MistA Story by steveA woman on her own realises terrible creatures are hunting her. |