Drab Poems - Poems about Drab

..."Every age yearns for a more beautiful world. The deeper the desperation and the depression about the confusing present, the more intense that yearning." - Joha......Read the rest...

...In my dreams, I hear whispers and echoes from abandoned books Begging for attention, from their old bookshelves and cozy library nooks Ghostly pages full of dust, some damaged from water leaks and......Read the rest...

...As spring leaps forward And winters shroud Is cast back The putrid stench of earthy damp soil And the litter of fallen leaves death and decay Along with freezing damp foggy mist that bites Fade......Read the rest...

...In magical verses weave your fated heart's request, With metaphors holding the shy choir of light abreast, When hearts corroded by hatred in barrenness rest, And chains of thought whip gently the ......Read the rest...

...Blech - impossible mission to savor mug of ginger tea... When the entire mug awash with floating leavings by golly by gosh, sipping said herbal brew analogous challenge to eat spaghetti squas......Read the rest...

... They wanted the eagle as national bird. Franklin opted for the turkey, plentiful in his day, an easy shot and an easy meal. He had a point, of course. The eagle was a predator, howeve......Read the rest...

...Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares What are these objects in your frames? Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares Why must they gotta be the same? Cars and busses, traffic lights Bi......Read the rest...

...The cold grasp of January holds us tonight, And already, I long for misty June mornings, With thick tropical air clinging to your skin, And early sunrises that swallow you whole. The slan......Read the rest...

... Byron and Shelley have nothing on me Even Wordsworth is jealous, I hear Keats and Coleridge, they move me not Their imagery so drab and so drear In my room at my desk I am ......Read the rest...

...Forty years are well enrolled, through diggjng dirt i say.' In Bangladesh and nepal; Afganistan, Bombay.' Many water wells there are' And yet' so filthy too.? Its is spoken of upon t v always.' Ye......Read the rest...

... How magical is lovely wintertime. Myriads of flakes efface drab terrain, creating an appearance that’s so sublime I want to sleigh ride on a country lane. Imagine riding on that......Read the rest...

... Written: January 09, 2024 _____________________________________ Seen through a sepia scale Drab grief, of hiemal cradle mirthless, a desolate land shrouded in frozen dol......Read the rest...

...The sun sets leaping in fierce golden shafts As days shift shorter with Winter’s warning We seek emblazoned fires from the chilled drafts That glaze windows from iced winds each morning As twil......Read the rest...

...A washed-out skyscape where mountains climb, only to be ripped apart by small gusts of wayward winds. Is it that my eye is gray, or is the day waiting to be colored? Sky high hues are contai......Read the rest...

... They wanted the eagle as national bird. He opted for the turkey, plentiful in his day and an easy meal. He had a point, of course. The eagle was a predator, however; a killer, a flesh-ea......Read the rest...