Musty Poems - Poems about Musty

...Reflections from a Rock I was conceived in the warm haven of a mother’s womb. Developing, growing, morphing through the epochs of time. Then, on no day in particular, I emerged into the sunlight. ......Read the rest...

... I came across lost seedlings, abandoned in a musty bin of a garage. Then heard a meek mist pleading, " oh, fern soil, praise them with your yard." " Douse kaleidoscope cool dro......Read the rest...

...Cid once said that I was his Final Fantasy Cid lied...or did he? I am thinking of all the sweet cucumber melon frits I have eaten. And as a strenuous Soul once said to the Earth Goddess, "I am imp......Read the rest...

...Cheerful Bright Yellow Radiance A Spring Sonnet Twirls in pirouettes Of merriment and mirth Tossing petals of sunshine Into the musty sepulchres Sparkling splendor borrowed from the stars ......Read the rest...

...Submerged in his fanciful palette of feigned perfection his fetid smile suffused through the cold laps of the sun. A lantern of ruffled acquiescence, a maquill......Read the rest...

...“Allen saw it first Charlie then later Allen chased the black raven Charlie lived his dreams”. Steady rain had been falling for two straight days In dimming, muted light. Striding out from......Read the rest...

...Where is the secret of the rainbow? At the edge of one's own life? Whence does it come, with those lovely pastel colours? Is it a heavenly art or a mere human illusion? Some form of an ......Read the rest...

...Spring, the mischievous libertine, Has twitched from the chrysalis of dull realities, Sneaking, slyly, among norms and tasteless thoughts, A live torch in the old auditoriums where science quivers......Read the rest...

...Hell The place of safety was dirty and cold The building smelt musty, damp and old Place of safety in which I was to roam Was, in fact, a children's home They clothed and fed me as little......Read the rest...

...Where is the secret of the rainbow? At the edge of one's own life? Whence does it come, with those lovely pastel colours? Is it a heavenly art or a mere human illusion? Some form of an ancient cr......Read the rest...

...Spontaneity 2-28-24 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Spontaneity Arthritic inertia, Absent of the Prime Mover, Bursts into astral fireflies of serendipity Coloring outside del......Read the rest...

...Growing out of childish pranks, With the storm and stress of turbulent teens, I locked within my mind’s cupboard, A portrait vaguely sketched, but never finished. Rough it was, though......Read the rest...

...He enters the neighborhood bitter from cold cases old grudges and gripes his musty breath is shallow stone cold coming from his angry nostrils transferred yet again for bad behavior after suc......Read the rest...

...It feels like the world has been struck by a plague of pathological lies, where fictional truth seems to sell better, the allure of imitation glistens even brighter, while superficial......Read the rest...

...Put 'em down and o'er to the side In them, your feet can no longer reside Old, hampered, and worn out are these dusties You wash 'em constantly but they're still stale and musty Old dusties j......Read the rest...