Dusty Poems - Poems about Dusty

...There are always a few Troublesome “tickl-ings “ Daringly darting In somnambulant slumber Shape shifting shadows Mocking the moonlight Creeping through the crevasses Of literary limitation We......Read the rest...

.... i wake to thuh morn'n make sum hot dark coffee i look in the mirror flick'n the grey back wink and off tuh sit on my window bench cou......Read the rest...

... It happened on a Monday. Thoughts, drifting From one moment to the next, Reassured by the kiss of a past, Buried by the last chance, Remembered by the heart who can’t grieve, Without the ......Read the rest...

...looking into the horizon I see things as they once were all drawn in sharp colors and defined lines now fading as time travels from one point to the next I see all in my dusty history images ta......Read the rest...

...Cobwebs cling to memories, whisper in the gloom, Once vibrant threads of knowledge, shrouded in a tomb. Skills like dusty treasures, hidden from the light, Yearning for a touch, a chance to tak......Read the rest...

... While the dawn collects its rhythm, Quietly protecting the whispers of a new day, Tangerine sunsets composing chrysanthemum hymns, Risk their gentling tones in rarest glimpses, T......Read the rest...

...The red summer rose waves softly in the wind youth is strength and her petals hold together Bloomed yesterday with a cheery red that smiles and the morning dew tickles and trickles down her stem ......Read the rest...

...In the desolate temple of the soul, flesh weaves over bone a silent epitaph, Spirits lock thought within the ark of thought, and sometimes, a divine spark, And women in furies pour vessels into fra......Read the rest...

... by c. geeplay As long as the shadows of the sun are on our brows and the savannahs are green with wheat, and our harvests are plentiful from the fields,......Read the rest...

...I don't want to wander those places where our footsteps have long since passed, Down shaded alleys where our memories whisper and stand guard like stone sentries, I no longer wish to hear those son......Read the rest...

... We stepped in pathless wood on fading twilight. Dusty dusk with misty mask merging to night. Deep dense darkness simply slipping at slow rate. Soon t......Read the rest...

...Clean air has now become a pipe dream. The bleak energy speaks loudly, With a lot of stale and toxic air. Like Jonah in the belly of the whale, People stay choking, choking for fresh......Read the rest...

...Filled my soul with aching to keep my brain from faking its joy. Torn hearts asunder, I once was filled with wonder but now I dread the thunder and my laughs are filled with buckets of rain......Read the rest...

...There’s a box lying somewhere. Somewhere in a dusty cupboard. Somewhere behind old paper, older words, and wounds older still. Somewhere no one can find it. I think about it, sometimes. Some......Read the rest...

...A flattened rose mumbles An old cracked button chuckles Tickled by a 2nd place ribbon In the corner a tattered doll weeps Comically consoled by a one-eyed bear Ballet slippers long for a pointed......Read the rest...