Moth Eaten Poems - Poems about Moth Eaten

...On the parlor wall, a canvas frame Adorned with whispers of a fascist game A warped impression, born of decadence and sleep The perfect lie, where dreams and nightmares creep A stenciled gir......Read the rest...

...The cold night air wraps around my shoulders like a moth-eaten shawl. A rasping rain pelts the bitter sidewalk below. Visions of what once was flash in and out of the headlights passing by. ......Read the rest...

...Old flame memories, and game show repeats, viewed through tobacco, it's smoke fills the room, loneliness, only, stays glued to defeat, blue-bottles, can't help, but choke on the gloom. Dreams l......Read the rest...

...Under the heavy aegis of passing time, Centuries have become a burden weighing upon the moment, We are more severed from purity than all the ages, Corpses of empires, our own decay surrounds us. ......Read the rest...

...Under leaden skies where shadows gather, We look back at the great tragedy of the ages, Since the Enlightenment, we admire the shattered dreams, Where optimists, as architects of false hopes, Hav......Read the rest...

... I melt into the plural sky its rippling tableaus of tomorrow underneath open light waves see-saws the labyrinth like Delphi tendrils crossing channels all the changing faces played automati......Read the rest...

...Must morning return so soon? her hand-me-down haste, & moth-eaten bloom, grieves for the rain, of last night's pour, but, I still taste, the petrichor, dancing, on my tongue. ......Read the rest...

... “A lover asked his beloved, Do you love yourself more than you love me? Beloved replied, I have died to myself and I live for you. I've disappeared from myself and my attributes, I am present o......Read the rest...

...In this late hour, the moon withdraws behind a cloud Hiding her face and her light so dearly loved And wraps herself in her old, moth-eaten shroud As the last jack-o’-lantern’s flame is finally sn......Read the rest...

...Bulky blue-purple bottle Rounded and smooth Sharp etches of gold It’s heavy But the weight is comforting You can smell the musk from a foot away- Without even spraying a spirits Sprayed on......Read the rest...

...Bartholomew Barton; his friends called him Barty Eighteen years old but no birthday party Slumped in the mud, a gunshot to the shoulder But unlike his comrades at least he’d get older Tyrannic......Read the rest...

...It’s the quiet that kills The silence that slays The loneliness that leaves holes in the soul like a moth eaten sweater I remember before today's technology how a thrill would go through my bod......Read the rest...

...Eclipse without sun I am etiolated, enfeebled, bereft my backbone heavy and limp, muscles stale and indurate from disuse I try to lift my face, feel the light, even ......Read the rest...

...CINDERELLA’S CLOSET spawned-jeans ripped to shreds moth-eaten-sweater distressed ~ fit teen in fashion 1/5/2022......Read the rest...

...Mid-November skids into a white-boned sky Frozen fish dream of warm tape water. Every step is a cliff-top for the weakening. Meanwhile, beautiful people wash-up on sandy beaches create more but......Read the rest...