#fog

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  • spontaneous_flow_of_emotion 14h

    In a single thrust, you pierce your knife inside me, wrenching my gut open. My blood pools on its translucent blade. I see my face reflected on its cool surface, my hot tears hazing it from your view.
    I see your knuckles white, holding tight, twisting the knife.
    ©spontaneous_flow_of_emotion

  • spontaneous_flow_of_emotion 1d

    I felt death looming behind me, as dark as the night sky, as thick as smog.
    I clung onto my dear life like the last autumn leaf clings onto its branch.
    Death's cloak swishing dust under my feet. Her icy breath freezing my bones. Her skeletal hands outstretched to snap my neck in two.
    ©spontaneous_flow_of_emotion

  • eusmaph 2w

    Fog

    In the morning
    Out the windows
    The eyes searched for a visible soul
    But the heavy fog hid everything
    The branches that knocked the windows
    Were not there anymore
    Hands reached out
    To feel the prickly branches
    In the cold foggy winter
    And blind hands
    Spilled blood on the hard ground
    By being pricked by the branches

    How blind
    Did the fog make me
    How did my mind fool me
    Into thinking I knew where it would be
    Like the back of my hand

    Oh! What a joke this has been
    Because right outside the window
    Was where I was betrayed
    By my thoughts of assumed familiarity

    Again, what a joke am I...
    To be fooled by my mind
    That's clouded in trust and faith
    On others

    What a joke I have become
    To be betrayed by my mind
    Into trusting those who are no good
    When the pain is very obvious
    And my screams so loud
    That my mind hurts
    Does the fog of trust and faith
    Fly away

    What use is the sun
    To shine on my pain
    When its obvious
    That my trust had been broken
    And the thread of faith
    Between all of us
    Has snapped

    What use is the sun's warmth
    That did not shine
    On the fog
    Clouding my mind

    Oh! What a joke I am
    To drive in this thick fog
    Despite the multiple warnings of accidents
    The thick fog of trust
    That is the reason for the scars
    That decorate my arms and legs
    No, they are not battle scars
    They are scars to hide the pain
    Of the accident
    In the thick fog
    They are there to hide
    The irrational pain
    Of betrayal and of snapped threads

    Oh! What a joke I have become
    To be blinded by the fog of trust

    ©eusmaph

  • suhanibansal 2w

    Gloves...

    Cold winter days are playing their story,
    shivering hands break the precious crockery,
    sunrise is a real surprise,
    foggy clouds defeat sun though thrice.

    Rainy days in winter season,
    takes away everyone behind prison,
    No fun and joy,
    We snore and bore all the day.

    Outfits are both mandatory and necessary,
    For both pleasure and protection,
    weather is always on inspection,
    he escapes sun by a large fog fraction.

    Hands are inside the gloves,
    And beneath my heart is love,
    just as gloves won't make hand cold,
    his love is making me more and more bold.
    ©suhanibansal

  • shreya296 3w

    On a foggy winter morning, while my shivering hands were holding the coffee cup and I was gazing at the first morning of Dehdarun.
    I saw u in red shawl in a small store, u were busy in bargaining with the shop keeper and in between moving away your small unamanagable hairs from your face.

    Even after all these years, I still reminisced that morning every now and then, even when my office desk is pilled up with urgent files or while Im driving back home, I keep humming the song from the radio of that store and remember our journey. Trip to Dehradun was my best holiday ever because I met you wife.

    Happy 25th Anniversary. Let's relive the holiday again...

    @mirakee @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork #Dehradun #girl #ekladkitodekhatoaisalaga #love #loveatfirstsight #foogymorning #fog #winter #wintermorning #lovestory #song #25thanniversary #sunlight #redshawl #red #colouroflove

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    Love in Dehradun

    ©shreya296

  • realityvision 3w

    How to improve clarity of your life?
    #clarity #fog #sun #life #realityvision

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    How to improve clarity of your life?

    Visibility of road improves from fog as soon as the sun starts rising in the sky, likewise visibility of your life increases as soon as the knowledge, confidence level increases. Always read new things in life which will help you and your surrounding people one day. Have a nice day
    ©realityvision

  • _shrutikarn_ 4w

    Winters are here so why not�� #midnight_musings #midnight_missings #winterlove #fog

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    What it would feel like
    To kiss amidst the blanket of fog?

  • ylviia 5w

    I could die but I couldn't give a shit about it. I can't really give a fuck, it's the best high way. I'm running down that path being pumped with pills. My mind couldn't comprehend, I just lived through the rush of adrenaline
    ©ylviia

  • deepa_ddm 6w

    #morning #rays
    #fog #writes

    Fog envelopes the sphere when world is sleeping,
    But when the sun comes up, we get enlightened...
    Same implies to our life, we might have been encircled by different problems and grief of our life, but when we get up and look forward, we sideline our problems one by one...

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    कोहरा आज भी घना था,
    पर फिर सुबह धूप निकल आई
    ©deepa_ddm

  • rahoof 16w

    Hills and valleys covered with fog and mist
    ........................................................


    Hills and valleys covered with fog and mist,
    I dont like as it hides the beauty of trees
    and green leaves.
    I dont like the idea of not seeing a person
    Just standing two feet apart from me.
    But people travel for it ,
    In search of fog and mist.
    Yet me on the other hand,
    like the Idea of nature to be seen.
    The glory of the serene,
    The greens,
    The bark of trees,
    Stretched out vines,
    And bouldering roots.
    Mashed Mud with tyre tracks,
    And ripe fallen leaves.
    I found more beauty in monumental trees of the courtyard of my time worn University than on mist filled valleys of Munnar and Ponmudi.


    ©rahoof

  • thewritingbunny 20w

    FOG & GHOSTS

    I walked past it today, that abandoned cafe where they once hung out. It's stupid how you can still see the steam that came off their regular unchanged menu still on the glass pane and then I wonder. Damn. That's what's ghosts are. A lil bit of fog and a handprint on your transperent glass memory that once was.. just like they show in the movies when spirits are around. Stupid how that's blurry too. A lil drizzle then starts crashing on the glasses window and the illusions disappear & with it drowns the sounds of someone singing 'Into the unknown' off beat. Should I chime in and sing along.. keep it going on in my head. Nah.. the rain's getting heavier and then the soul felt too cold to do so. As unknowingly I walked towards to place.. I walk away unknowingly...

    ❄️♥️❄️

    ©thewritingbunny

  • nocturnal_enigma 21w

    Letter to September ~

    Dear, September.
    You come before...
    October, November & December.
    You 4 shall be welcomed...
    like babies born in the world.
    September babies such as...
    Lee Jong-suk, Song Joong-ki. Etc.
    Plus, my EX-bf, that out of this world.
    I think, he's gone �� to other planet. ��‍��
    I imagine, there's a thick fog there.
    What a relief! So, I can enjoy my...
    life, �� without being disturbed.
    I blocked him on all SocMeds,
    just in case, if he get kicked ��
    out of it, just for existing.

    Dear, September.
    It is a month....
    that my crush will remember....
    as he put FB's cover picture...
    of his crush and her daughter,
    10 years ago, on 9th month of
    2011. I say prayers �� that he will...
    change it. But, that only happen...
    if he can change his feeling for her.
    I saw that he ignored her, recently,
    when she tagged him in a post about
    food, with her caption "Yummy." just like...
    how she ignored him, long ago, when he...
    tagged her in a post about love-shaped...
    puddle with his caption "I love it when it rain."

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

    ~

    #NuEmLetters

    * 3.9.2021; 8.42 P.M (Malaysia)

    #NuEmMonths

    #LeeJongSuk #SongJoongKi

    #freeverse #free #verse #fog #wod #hyperbole @miraquill

    #Septemberc #September #challenge by @writersbay

    * I didn't chose the background. It automatically there. So, I just use it. (I imagine the woman as me. Looks sassy)

    * P.s: My EX-bf & my #crush are 2 different men!
    1st stanza for EX #EX0 & 2nd stanza for #AHBA

    ~

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    Letter to September ~

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  • laconic_words 21w

    Epistrophe

    You made the sky go blur, fog,
    You made the leaves bath, fog,
    You made the vision unclear, fog,
    You made me forget my path, fog,
    But I know you'll lift up soon, you scary scary fog,
    ©laconic_words

  • piu_writes 21w

    Let the fog of dillusion be removed from the human mind only then will he find his brotherin in every mankind
    ©piu_writes

  • sicklypoetic 21w

    Fog

    They were a strange
    unlikely match
    for she was the fog
    cold and gentle
    and he was a candle
    hot and fierce.
    ©sicklypoetic

  • nocturnal_enigma 21w

    Crazy Poet ~

    I'm a Crazy Poet.
    Insane inside.
    Busy writing poems.
    Insomniac at nights.
    Inking thoughts.
    Poignant posts. Powerful!
    Poetry madness. Poeticism!
    Picturesque words. Mental pabulum!
    Poets are like potters.
    Wounded poets's hearts...
    are like the cracks, known...
    as crazing in pottery.
    We potter about by ourselves.
    Readers heartstrings tugged by us.
    Dawdle. Lollygaging at times.
    Despite deadly deadlines.
    Doodle. LOL. Laughing at it.
    Wasting time. Lazy. Procrastinate.
    Time to kill. Non-professional.
    Imperfect writings. Can improve.
    Average vocabulary. Need to learn.
    Amusing musings by nonchalant weirdos.
    It's not easy to sharpen skill of writing.
    With efforts, wannabes becomes talented.
    What am I writing?! I told you.
    I'm a Crazy Poet! I get crazier...
    as time passes. Writer's Block...
    caused by Brain Fog. Oh, no!
    Crazy Poet?! Well...Yes, I am!

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

    * #FreeVerse #Free #Verse #challenge using the word #Fog @miraquill #wod

    * 2.9.2021; 4.40 A.M (Malaysia)

    * Crazy Poet is 1 of Jeon So Min's nicknames. (1 of my favourite members of #RunningMan. My mama like her too. Maybe, because she remind her of me? LOL. See my other posts: #LoveFrog & #CheerfulGiraffe)

    #Crazy #Poet

    Mental Pabulum @ Food of thought = Something that should be thought about or considered carefully

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    Crazy Poet ~

    I'm a Crazy Poet.
    Insane inside. Intensity!
    Busy writing poems.
    Insomniac at nights.
    Inking thoughts, with pure intentions.
    Poignant posts. Powerful!
    Poetry madness. Poeticism!
    Picturesque words; Mental pabulum!
    Poets are like potters.
    Wounded poets's hearts...
    are like the cracks, known...
    as crazing in pottery.
    We potter about by ourselves.
    Readers heartstrings tugged by us.
    Dawdle. Lollygaging at times.
    Despite deadly deadlines.
    Doodle. LOL. Laughing at it.
    Wasting time. Lazy. Procrastinate.
    Time to kill. Non-professional.
    Imperfect writings. Can improve.
    Average vocabulary. Need to learn.
    Amusing musings by nonchalant weirdos.
    It's not easy to sharpen skill of writing.
    With efforts, wannabes becomes talented.
    What am I writing?! I told you.
    I'm a Crazy Poet! I get crazier...
    as time passes. Writer's Block...
    caused by Brain Fog. Oh, no!
    Crazy Poet?! Well...Yes, I am!

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

  • nocturnal_enigma 21w

    * 2.9.2021; 2.29 A.M (Malaysia)

    * For: My #crush �� #AHBA ~

    Love ❤️ Frog �� ~

    I'm a Love Frog.
    Hopeless romantic.
    A true-love seeker.
    'Jumped' to ex-crushes.
    Now, only one crush.
    Which is you, my dear.
    You're my sweetheart.
    I flog about love.
    I romanticize...
    through my poems...
    and songs. You, my muse,
    who touched my heart, then,
    broke it, must unbreak...
    it! Thick fog has been...
    cleared. This time, I can...
    see you clearly, not blurly.
    When I dreamt of you...
    again, I felt a sense of...
    Dejavu! It seems like...
    reality. But, as I woke up...
    and realise it was such...
    a sweet dream, it look..
    like a thick fog that....
    has been cleared.
    I wait for true-love.
    Full bloom romance.
    Fullfilled fairy-tale.
    Love Frog? I am.

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

    ~

    #ConcretePoetry (A person standing) #wod
    @miraquill #NuEmConcrete

    Flog = Promote or talk about (something) repetitively or at excessive length.

    * #LoveFrog is 1 of Jeon So Min's nicknames. (1 of my favourite members of #RunningMan. My mama like her too. Maybe, because she remind her of me? LOL. See my other posts: Crazy Poet & #CheerfulGiraffe )

    2 meanings of 'thick fog that has been cleared':

    * My crush's face was clearly shown, in my dream this time, instead of blurred a bit, in my previous dreams.

    * The sweet dream is like a thick fog. It cleared when I woke up. So, I'm back to reality.

    * #FreeVerse #Free #Verse #challenge using the word #Fog @miraquill #wod

    * #Romanticizec #Touchedc #Dejavuc #challenges @writersbay #touched #DejaVu

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    Love Frog ~

    I'm a Love Frog.
    Hopeless romantic.
    A true-love seeker.
    'Jumped' to ex-crushes.
    Now, only one crush.
    Which is you, my dear.
    You're my sweetheart.
    I flog about love.
    I romanticize...
    through my poems...
    and songs. You, my muse,
    who touched my heart, then,
    broke it, must unbreak...
    it! Thick fog has been...
    cleared. This time, I can...
    see you clearly, not blurly.
    When I dreamt of you...
    again, I felt a sense of...
    Dejavu! It seems like...
    reality. But, as I woke up...
    and realise it was such...
    a sweet dream, it look..
    like a thick fog that....
    has been cleared.
    I wait for true-love.
    Full bloom romance.
    Fullfilled fairy-tale.
    Love Frog? I am.

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

  • iqujiger 21w

    All....#imaginery ....#writers...work ..
    wod...#fog....
    #Virtual love- story

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    How Fog recombined them

    It wasn't easy for her to walk
    Along the road darkened with
    The light of fog
    But she tried so hard to get
    Through it
    Nothing seemed clear to her
    Where she is going to
    She got so confused
    But moved on
    finally she reached to the
    Door, where she met a boy
    Looking so handsome ,
    He was living here alone
    The girl was trembling with
    Coldness ,
    He put her hands in his hands
    Seeing her keenly
    The girl was him with
    Fearful eyes ,full of shyness
    After introduction she felt
    Exhaulirated as he was her childhood
    Classmate
    Who left that village ,only because
    Of her
    When she consistently refused her
    Proposal
    But the girl was in search of him
    From those years
    As she felt her Essence after her
    Departure .
    Sometimes the things which
    Cause us to devaite
    Tend to be the ones
    Which makes the perfection in
    Our lives.
    Like the devaition created by fog
    Here tended to be the reason for
    The two loving souls to meet again .
    ©iqujiger

  • jojos_tiny_chapter 21w

    @miraquill @writersnetwork @readwriteunite
    #free #fog #wod

    A Glitch in time

    With cloudy perspectives
    that continue to fog my bones,
    Every unnecessary attachment
    speaking a narrative of its own.
    Since,
    I have been selling my dreams
    to pay my passive soul's endless fees,
    or try to buy some time
    regardless of the bill.
    It seems,
    my life continues to unravel
    in each spec,
    Thus,
    I've been in the Grey
    longer than I'd expect,
    I was confused,
    uncertain and hesitant,
    I was neither the black
    nor the white end.
    All my solutions
    stand under the impossible,
    while my mind
    putting a magnifying lens
    on every unknown.
    so I'm a million times
    smaller than what's outside.
    How am I supposed to sit down,
    and persuade myself
    that tomorrow I will try again
    when I am always painted pink
    and submissive in his eyes?
    I tried yesterday,
    And I tried today.
    The different types of pressures
    make my legs stateless.
    Too tired of treading the same roads,
    where the air is heavy
    on diseases and illnesses of feelings.
    It's so saturated
    that it turns hearts
    yellow and mellow,
    The fog,
    ever enveloping me
    in its endless cloak
    Whispers words of freedom
    like the loveliest of poem.
    So -
    Here, I am
    eager to stay hidden.
    Writing away,
    playing with these
    senseless words anyway.
    Funny how I could spend
    a colossal amount of time
    stuck in the recesses of the mind.
    Lost on delicate thoughts
    about growing a herb garden of stanzas
    or mulling over fictional characters,
    when things are no longer
    under my command.
    Anyhow I'm paused,
    tripping into a glitch in time...
    .
    .
    Yet,
    I still walk
    on this unforeseeable path.
    My body burns
    with vitality of hope
    as I've finally
    found faith
    in the fog...

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    A Glitch in time

    The fog,
    ever enveloping me
    in its endless cloak
    Whispers words of freedom
    like the loveliest of poem.
    I close my eyes --
    slipping,
    fumbling,
    tripping
    into a glitch in time...
    ©jojos_tiny_chapter

  • nonns_poetry 21w

    #free #fog #wod #editorschoice #pod

    Thank you @miraquill for editor's choice!! ��❤️
    And thanks @writersnetwork for the like! ❤️

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    Fog

    My mind is
    A bee whose wings are spiked
    in a fog-filled world where butterflies
    are crawling on muddy ice-cold floors
    and cockroaches are soaring the sky

    Where the sun is the night
    and the night a suffocating void

    Oozing like blistering wounds
    boiling in infected thoughts, dreams, hope.
    ©nonns_poetry