Dust Up Poems - Poems about Dust Up

...A needle nose pliers, polished like glass, damp with tears and sweat, but not from rote plumbing leaks, needed a good buffing at the Dust Rag Camp. It slow-waltzed across the street where no one s......Read the rest...

......We are magnolia'd memories, we are the four, and there are no words to salve what we saw. Now paint-petals flake and snowdrift the floor and spiderweb doilies soak up the soiling. We saw two s......Read the rest...

... Mental Dust Bunnies Written: by Miracle Man 6/9/2024 In a dusty corner of my muddled mind, are things that have long laid undisturbed. But today thoughts return as if to unwind, but......Read the rest...

...,,Mia, you wanna stand towards michael for a short minute? Just in case so he doesn't fall" A normal day like every other in school, today we needed to wash the windows. ,,Oh, sure!" I ran towards......Read the rest...

...The studio room had been empty for years. No one ever entered. No one knew why. As empty as shadows and blank canvasses. All that remained there were shafts of light, Where specks of dust danced......Read the rest...

...Alone the bones of the room bear no weight of responsibility nor does it bare its breast of secrets a broken pane provides a breath with a pang of lavender a wistful inhale inhabits the lungs......Read the rest...

...The longing for beloved, like a moth longing for flame, extinguishing it's own fire, admiring it's own pain, with the bejeweled beauty of stars and moonlight     I find you engulfed in the scent ......Read the rest...

...Maude’s Last Stand (Rage, Rage, Rage against the dying of the light - Dylan Thomas ) They put me on the second floor Now uniforms pass by my door Starched and stiff they bristle by Sometim......Read the rest...

... The chaotic times shake the sands of disarray, settle on the stratified shelf of the disorganized life. In moments moving with dispersed dust of perturbation, the truth of trust oscillates on ......Read the rest...

...Oh Caroline! Caroline My heart never ceased to beat tears continue to trickle down my cheeks And my lips still quiver, Tremble at the mention of you I reach out to you Hold my hand, please! ......Read the rest...

... A Craig Cornish Contest: Empty Room ------------------ A kaleidoscope of unknown thrill rushes within my swollen veins, needle-pricked – and the liquid opiate carries me high, upstream like......Read the rest...

...Rust gathers dust, as time gathers age I'm the same person on a different page Far too intent on what feels fair and just As time gathers age, rust gathers dust Too much taken in, I don't sta......Read the rest...

...Cut our palms and joined us at the seams Bleeding just to bleed but I felt seen And I still have the scar left to this day You dulled the knife so I’d feel extra pain I remember screaming down......Read the rest...

...Empty picture frames lost photos of family dust tries to cover......Read the rest...

... Forever extinct seems the age of classical poetry, With all its cheers from caves, cottages, marble domes and temples, When now a country honors not classical bards: O Hugh MacDiarmid, Petrarc......Read the rest...