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Hamna Oct 2021
Breaths are so unseen,
Yet, they are life's divine clocks-
Cupped in misty clouds.
Another Haiku...
I love writing haikus. They're so fun!
William Marr Dec 2020
misty sky
misty earth
misty eyes
misty mind
all help to form a charming
misty poem

a scene on the TV screen
of yelling cursing crowds
with a clear dividing line

black       and       white
red       and       blue

tore the poem
pi  e  c      es
Talia Dec 2020
grey misty haze
why pray for better days?
silver hues
lick moist air
in the beautiful world we share
puddles painted on the floor
revealing your unfocused stare
grey misty haze
tickling noses blue
should be enough
for you
why do people not appreciate grey days? do these days not accentuate the vibrancy of the rest, whilst being intriguing and softly beautiful in their own right?
Misty waterfalls
And mud trails
Mountains covered in green
Like the meadows
As you climb up the top
You savour corn on the cob
Roasted on charcoal
A zing of lemon, butter and herbs
While taking in the view of the valley down
Moments to minutes, gentle hours
Memories in old photographs
Bhill Apr 2020
the rain left us with feelings of peace
senses purified with waters from above
mists that traveled through the abyss
openings in the emptiness served by worldly strategies
principles that live in natures character
and then - the openings purpose was complete
leaving us with misty drizzle
evaporating back into the emptiness of abyss
we wait for when the return occurs....

Brian Hill - 2020 # 101
The stars you are wishing,
Cannot appear in the light you are seeing.
They appear in the darkest nights,
It is not scary but one of the most beautiful sights.
You cannot appreciate the light,
If you haven't gone through the night.
The doubtness you are hearing,
Cannot compare to the success that is coming.
Always don't lose hope. You're gonna make it
Tanay Sep 2019
Darkness divine,
walk beside me.
Can we revive
what we don't see?

Through misty eyes,
we see the lies
that they disguise.
Such fallacy!

Obsessed with the shade of the night,
Blinded by the fear of the light.
Can anyone tell me oh why?
Why do we pretend to not see?

Everything's an illusion in the broad daylight.
Confusion created by the distorted lies.
Haunting us every day and every night.
Truth is an ideological sacrifice.

Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2019.
All Rights Reserved.
I have tried to do a few things in this poem, let's see if you can spot them.

Hint: Look at the metaphors, progression, flow and the syllables.
Sally A Bayan Jul 2019
Moon glows o'er night blooms
strings play "Misty,"...soft voice hums,
......serene, fragrant dusk...


-© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
July 28, 2019
(before the rains...)
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