rain
rain and sky is blue
it is wet and pretty
the spider webs are wet with drops of water
its beustiful
the horses are eating the dewed grass
the frogs and turtles are exploring
the butterflys are hiding
what a wonderful day, mist
mist is white, its expression is cold and mistyyyyyyyy like. Mist is beautiful yet scary and you can get lost in its mysterious wonder. Lost in the white abyss. Mist is calm, flowing, in the dark it seems extremely creepy.
The mist overcomes the grass.
I can see someone walking through it.
I don’t see their face, the mist is thick.
But I can see the large figure of a man.
Who is it?
there is a mist outside I see the rain falling down I should go drive my car to the grocery store and pick up some ice cream maybe play with zadey he looks really cute laying on the ground the cubs are on. I hate watching baseball, it’s lame. I love my vault energy drink it’s super tasty. I want to talk to casey maybe I’ll text him in a second. I have a wedding to go to this weekend. I wonder.
i was walking back from a party with my friend. we decided to take a dark alley and as we passed by, she dissapeared into the mist. i didnt know what to do. all i could think about was getting the hell outta there. theres no way it could be safe!
mist is made of water molecules i think waterfall and also of that fucking horrible movie “the mist” made after a stephen king short story I hated that movie so much. i had just broken up with my boyfriend it made me feel like shit
out of the mist came a giant snake with two heads. It didn’t look like a friendly snake by any means. it was heading right for the cabin. it slithered right past Frank and I
dang. this word isn;t as good as that one word. Mist. i mean come on. It paradises for a poet but I’m not into poetry.I suppose mist is pretty and stuff when the sun streams through it and you can see the actual rays of the sun piercing through
white, beautiful, it’s like a dream that never ends. brings out the dreams and nightmares. the moon. fantasy. lost in forever. fresh. soft. early mornings with camomile tea. clear. foggy. oxymoron.
mist is the stuff that comes with rain you know. it represents a certain moodiness, but can also be super ominous. What might emerge from mist could be evil, but can also be swept away to reveal something and represent discovery. In that way, it has a fuzzy connotation and often has a metaphorical standing in the mind. To wipe away the mist of thought is to come to a realzation
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMA
My mom keeps scheduling college interviews for me without letting me know and then they call me and I sound really stupid because I’M NOT ACTUALLY APPLYING TO COLLEGE BECAUSE MY MOTHER HAS DECIDED THAT SHE IS APPLYING FOR ME
Looking out over the bow of the ship, there was a mist settling over the sea. It was calm almost to calm. No wind or soud just the smooth water like glass and the mist.
The mist was heavy. The man screamed when he felt the wetness of the mist on his arm. The mist crept up the beach toward him and enveloped him like a glove! He could feel his breath becoming faint. There wasn’t much time. Shivers ran down his spine. Hope was lost.
mist comes down like a blanket over the cool grass, over the young fawn, over the dirt too, which seems out of place. mist is so pretty and dirt is so not. and now the mist will make the dirt into mud. mud! it will ruin the morning! stop the mist now.
Mist creeps up on you any time of day here. In my home, you only see it in the mornings, but here it will appear after a rain or at night when the sun is setting and it has a way of making everything look sort of magical.
Floating over the surface of the waters… a pretty thing. Effervescent. And to think that I could have missed it, if I’d never left the warmth of the day, and the comfort of the sun.
WTF!! mist again?!!?! and why do people write poems about it, i thought we were just supposed to write as much as we can think about it… of well. i guess ill write a poem.he we go
The Mist gathers along the glass of a steamy bathroom, once your our of the shower… you can wipe it off and draw faces in the mist but after that it evaporates and your artwork is forever gone…
A cool mist was left in the air after the nights rain. Shaun looked up into the air and decided that it was still too cold to wake up and start the day. Pulling the covers over his head, he fell back asleep.
An hour later, a hurricane blew his entire house out to sea, where he subsequently drowned. If he only were to get up, instead of being so god damn lazy, he would have survived.
Mist is beatiful. It hangs, a shimmering shroud just above the ground, a lovely garment for the air. When Lady winter comes around she first wears a cloak of the finest woven mist and then as she finally arrives she wears a heavier winters coat of snow
mm mist, like seara mist like the drink… mhmm yummy i see also like the steven king movie mhmm when their in the store and the alien/monster things are trying to get themm hmmmm. what else to write about mist. uhh in the rain forest the mist is in the lower layer no time!!! bye.
The mist gathers on top of the mountain like a low cloud. the birds waft through it as if it is nothing, empty, hollow moisture, barely clinging to their wings.
the mist is thick this early in the morning. Your footprints make no sound over the damp sand. He still has so much power over you. One smile one laugh and your heart is sent reeling. Of course the opposite is true too. One day spent ignoring you and you are dejected.
the lake sends mists towards its nemesis, the rocks. spitting is considered an insult to our world, this could very well be a kind gesture to theirs. to mist . . .
Misty air around the river that flows softly around the banks of the dusty earth.
rain
rain and sky is blue
it is wet and pretty
the spider webs are wet with drops of water
its beustiful
the horses are eating the dewed grass
the frogs and turtles are exploring
the butterflys are hiding
what a wonderful day, mist
mist is white, its expression is cold and mistyyyyyyyy like. Mist is beautiful yet scary and you can get lost in its mysterious wonder. Lost in the white abyss. Mist is calm, flowing, in the dark it seems extremely creepy.
The mist overcomes the grass.
I can see someone walking through it.
I don’t see their face, the mist is thick.
But I can see the large figure of a man.
Who is it?
The mist is like, a fog.
A thinner type of fog.
It is a misty morning . ” So much mist ! ” lilian said .” i even thought it was fog at first .”
I missed the bus this morning.
there is a mist outside I see the rain falling down I should go drive my car to the grocery store and pick up some ice cream maybe play with zadey he looks really cute laying on the ground the cubs are on. I hate watching baseball, it’s lame. I love my vault energy drink it’s super tasty. I want to talk to casey maybe I’ll text him in a second. I have a wedding to go to this weekend. I wonder.
mist
mist
i was walking back from a party with my friend. we decided to take a dark alley and as we passed by, she dissapeared into the mist. i didnt know what to do. all i could think about was getting the hell outta there. theres no way it could be safe!
mist is made of water molecules i think waterfall and also of that fucking horrible movie “the mist” made after a stephen king short story I hated that movie so much. i had just broken up with my boyfriend it made me feel like shit
the mist reminds me of rowing at 6 am in the morning. we row through it and we feel apart of the river. the mist is preternatural.
Fog. I would say it’s a light water particles in the air very close to fog.
out of the mist came a giant snake with two heads. It didn’t look like a friendly snake by any means. it was heading right for the cabin. it slithered right past Frank and I
clammy and damp. obskuring my path, hiding the rest.
grey in daytime.
dang. this word isn;t as good as that one word. Mist. i mean come on. It paradises for a poet but I’m not into poetry.I suppose mist is pretty and stuff when the sun streams through it and you can see the actual rays of the sun piercing through
MISTY FOG. NANCY DREW, IREDLAND, MIST CAUSES CRASHES, SCARY MOVIES, MIST IS MYSETERIOUS BUT REFRESHING, OPENLANDSCAPE, EARLY MORNING RUNNING, CIVIL WAR SOLDIERS, GRAVES,
white, beautiful, it’s like a dream that never ends. brings out the dreams and nightmares. the moon. fantasy. lost in forever. fresh. soft. early mornings with camomile tea. clear. foggy. oxymoron.
the mist is emerging from the dark abyss that not even the speed of light can get you to the bottom of
mist is the stuff that comes with rain you know. it represents a certain moodiness, but can also be super ominous. What might emerge from mist could be evil, but can also be swept away to reveal something and represent discovery. In that way, it has a fuzzy connotation and often has a metaphorical standing in the mind. To wipe away the mist of thought is to come to a realzation
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMA
My mom keeps scheduling college interviews for me without letting me know and then they call me and I sound really stupid because I’M NOT ACTUALLY APPLYING TO COLLEGE BECAUSE MY MOTHER HAS DECIDED THAT SHE IS APPLYING FOR ME
morning time brings pretty mist through the rolling fields of green hay. I like the sun. It is beautiful when t he sun is magnified through the mist.
Looking out over the bow of the ship, there was a mist settling over the sea. It was calm almost to calm. No wind or soud just the smooth water like glass and the mist.
Yesterday’s
I can’t believe I thought it was Tuesday this morning. I’m Embarrassed.
The mist was heavy. The man screamed when he felt the wetness of the mist on his arm. The mist crept up the beach toward him and enveloped him like a glove! He could feel his breath becoming faint. There wasn’t much time. Shivers ran down his spine. Hope was lost.
mist comes down like a blanket over the cool grass, over the young fawn, over the dirt too, which seems out of place. mist is so pretty and dirt is so not. and now the mist will make the dirt into mud. mud! it will ruin the morning! stop the mist now.
mist
Mist creeps up on you any time of day here. In my home, you only see it in the mornings, but here it will appear after a rain or at night when the sun is setting and it has a way of making everything look sort of magical.
Floating over the surface of the waters… a pretty thing. Effervescent. And to think that I could have missed it, if I’d never left the warmth of the day, and the comfort of the sun.
WTF!! mist again?!!?! and why do people write poems about it, i thought we were just supposed to write as much as we can think about it… of well. i guess ill write a poem.he we go
The Mist gathers along the glass of a steamy bathroom, once your our of the shower… you can wipe it off and draw faces in the mist but after that it evaporates and your artwork is forever gone…
A cool mist was left in the air after the nights rain. Shaun looked up into the air and decided that it was still too cold to wake up and start the day. Pulling the covers over his head, he fell back asleep.
An hour later, a hurricane blew his entire house out to sea, where he subsequently drowned. If he only were to get up, instead of being so god damn lazy, he would have survived.
Mist is beatiful. It hangs, a shimmering shroud just above the ground, a lovely garment for the air. When Lady winter comes around she first wears a cloak of the finest woven mist and then as she finally arrives she wears a heavier winters coat of snow
soft filmy curtain wallowing drops of water enveloping me cushioning the landscape in velvet
mm mist, like seara mist like the drink… mhmm yummy i see also like the steven king movie mhmm when their in the store and the alien/monster things are trying to get themm hmmmm. what else to write about mist. uhh in the rain forest the mist is in the lower layer no time!!! bye.
mist
The mist gathers on top of the mountain like a low cloud. the birds waft through it as if it is nothing, empty, hollow moisture, barely clinging to their wings.
the mist is thick this early in the morning. Your footprints make no sound over the damp sand. He still has so much power over you. One smile one laugh and your heart is sent reeling. Of course the opposite is true too. One day spent ignoring you and you are dejected.
fine spray
damp vague
the lake sends mists towards its nemesis, the rocks. spitting is considered an insult to our world, this could very well be a kind gesture to theirs. to mist . . .
the mist of the tist is the cyst that lies.