#misty
Serenely the swan
Through the placid misty lake
With elegance glides.
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 9:43 AM UTC
The mist is lifting off the glen,
The world is waking up again.
A "soft day" greets the stone and dew,
With a bit of luck to carry you.
So take your tea, strong and gold,
Before the morning tales are told.
May your heart be light, your spirit grand,
The finest soul in all the land.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 2:47 AM UTC
One misty, moisty morning,
When sun was not shining..
Deep in the forest,
When sky was though greyish..
Wandered lonely in the cloudy,
With the breeze and dews;
on meadows
Walking in the shadows,
Deep in the forest
With side by side of river,
Flowing like water..
With the flowing sounds of river,
Refreshing smell so soothing..
That makes my soul so relaxing.
With the vibes that make so peaceful,
That filled my soul with grateful,
That chilled me like a graceful,
Made me feel like in heaven..
That misty moisty morning,
When walking deep in the forest..
And listening to the birds;
that sing so melodious..
All that made me rejoicing,
That Mighty God is amazing,
Who created nature so relaxing..
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 4:18 AM UTC
Breaths are so unseen,
Yet, they are life's divine clocks-
Cupped in misty clouds.
Oct 24, 2021
Oct 24, 2021 at 2:06 PM UTC
misty sky
misty earth
misty eyes
misty mind
all help to form a charming
misty poem
suddenly
a scene on the TV screen
of yelling cursing crowds
with a clear dividing line
of
black and white
red and blue
tore the poem
into
pi e c es
Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 5:22 PM UTC
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
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 1:51 PM UTC
#*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*#
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 12:17 AM UTC
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
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 12:15 PM UTC
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.
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 8:14 PM UTC
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.
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 12:07 PM UTC
Moon glows o'er night blooms
strings play "Misty,"...soft voice hums,
......serene, fragrant dusk...
Sally
-© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
July 28, 2019
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 9:24 PM UTC
The city's drowsiness
seeps into the bus,
leaving behind misty
eyes and empty promises
of a better tomorrow.
For a while, everything
seems perfect.
But I know I'm playing
a dangerous game
with this self-fabricated
pipedream.
It will eventually
burst and leave me
halfway there, enveloped
in a nirvana of despair.
Despite knowing this,
I still dive in; head first.
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 1:23 PM UTC
There's a little yearn and
fancy
To ramble upon those wet meadows
Breathe the mist in air,merged
With the leaves rustling on the trees about the edges
Where street lights stammer to lighten intercept
When from the neighbourhood visits the melody of someone's flute
Someone
Dwelled into the night
For awaken till this hour of it
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 6:28 AM UTC
Rare Misty mornings
Birds chirpy pecking happy
Worms stay up longer
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 4:42 AM UTC
One morning
misty and full
i woke up to find
no peace of mind
And while i was
changing my clothes
i suddenly felt
i was in love
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 4:54 AM UTC
The smoke of my death certificate fades into the ether of the night
It is not my first.
It is not my last.
The beacon amplifies the smoke
It dances in the gleam of the incandescence
To track its path is to count the sands of the Sahara
It waltzes like a paranoid ghost showering upwards
Shimmying like an epileptic schizoid on a carousel
Jostling in an undefined constraint
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 1:51 AM UTC
the fog emerges from the wood
like ****** spirits from their graves
reaching to join their brethren
aloft in the sky
blocking the sun
that beckons it ascend
the horizon is aglow
in the dappled sunlight
hazy with moisture
and heavy with the dead
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
Before my eyes I see a dreamy sight:
Her sleepy look does glaze over the days,
As olden vintage clothing of her sways,
Absent of strength, away from lively might.
Her autumn tresses hide her face who's bright,
Aglow surrounded by the daily rays
Who put her, except the rest, in a haze
Like a murky, filmy and misty night.
Who she might be, I do not know, alas,
She's distant from my sight, like she's to me,
But still this filmy tale I did narrate,
About a hazy mood, about a lass,
Who did inspire me. Now I hope she
Will find a bright, soothing, yet lively state.
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 8:18 AM UTC
after the dawn
when bats are awaken
cold starts crawling in
clouds passing over the moon
like water flushing the dust
only dark remained for the last
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC
Sometimes it rains a bit
And you aren’t prepared
But it can be rather pretty
So, don’t be so scared.
It cools the temperature
From the clouds above,
Makes a walk the kind
The kind you grow to love.
You won’t need an umbrella;
So what if it’s a smattering?
Nothing wrong with that,
A bit of misty spattering?
Just a bit of a shower
Nothing bad in that.
Be a very happy person,
Under the brim of a hat
A bit of a puddle at times
Depending on your shoes.
It is not a big tragedy
No reason for the blues.
It’s just you and nature
Enjoying the day together.
Mother Nature and child
Spending time with each other.
So go ahead and wander
Out in the misting rain.
Take a cleansing saunter
Let weather clear the brain.
Celebrate just being here
A world gone squeaky clean
Like a painting by Monet
In an artist’s magazine.
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 1:29 AM UTC
I shout out on the misty cliff
My echo answers back
Alone I stand to blame for this
Left searching for the facts
The Stars know I have spent my life
In search of how to reach them
I've jumped and fallen, climbed and fell
My thoughts, I want to teach them
If I can give my knowledge up
The stars can shine it down
They'll teach the world my secrets kept
Then maybe we won't drown
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 4:15 PM UTC
Vision obscured by soft misty rain dampening harsh city lights
spilling slippery from storefronts and traffic train
shimmering upon pavements
between steps and stains.
soft misty rain
don't I know you?
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC