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Forgotten

Jack Wolfe FrostJune 22, 2019

Forgotten written by: Jack Wolfe Frost @JackWolfeWriter Fog, It rules my mind, erasing my thought, Slowing removing traces, of things I have been ta...

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Another Day

A.M. TorresJune 22, 2019

Another Day written by: A.M. Torres @sonic1170 Another day comes my brain in a fog my soul crying out I'm barely awake. Day after day sleeping a...

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Blind Line

Lyle HutchinsonJune 21, 2019

Blind Line written by: Lyle Hutchinson @hutch3713 Even in the fog We always seemed to find One another... Whether we needed to Or not. Our desire... Our ...

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Serene Beauty

Mary BoneMay 20, 2019

Serene Beauty written by: Mary Bone Serene beauty surrounds a painting of a woman. She is waiting for her pumpkin coach. Light and color frame her ...

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Village In The Mist

Roger TurnerFebruary 12, 2019

Village In The Mist written by: roger turner @titansdad Driving up the highway When I saw it in the mist Like a pure and tender virgin Still wai...

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The Fog

Robin McNamaraFebruary 5, 2019

The Fog written by: Robin McNamara @robbiemac72 The morning fog, Over the unseen hills Wrapped in grey, I inside a submerged Comfort no noise Fr...

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Lifting Fog

Jacob DamstraDecember 13, 2017

Lifting Fog written by: Jacob Damstra @jacobdamstra Through the still and quiet of the night, the only sound crickets by a trickling stream. When m...

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Foggy

Any1markAugust 26, 2017

Foggy written by: Any1mark @any1mark66 The misty morning beckons thin white haze blankets world Trees become ghosts Birds spirits, light changes ...

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FOG, poetry written by Stanley Wilkin at Spillwords.com

FOG

Stanley WilkinJuly 20, 2017

FOG written by: Stanley Wilkin @catalhuyuk In London- a hollowed out city- the fog is returning-creeping back- A poisonous invisible/white shee...

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Fog

SpillwordsAugust 21, 2016

Fog A Poem by Carl Sandburg The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on....

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I'm 24 years old, born and raised in Finland, although my first language is Swedish. I'm primarily a novelist but I've been writing poetry for a few years. I'm kicking off my writing career this fall with my debut novel (in Swedish), and also aiming to one day publish some poetry in print. Initially I wrote some edgy (and, frankly, pretty bad) stuff to cope with my Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and my manic depression. Today I'm doing well thanks to medication and my newfound stability has allowed me to create freely. I'm so thankful for my life. I write regularly on wordpress as HJDpoetry (visit me there) and aim to keep spreading my voice across the writing community.