Rust Poems - Poems about Rust

...You sit there year after year looking at me as if you don’t care, you sit there picking your nose and smelling your polished toes, time is on your hand and you have got to leave that man, the whole r......Read the rest...

...a single leaf floats rust colored fades into dusk the air is tranquil......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...

...There's more rust in my joints than ever. My bones sound like an old screen door, and my knees predict the weather better than any app. Give me elastic waistbands, soft slippers, and the creak o......Read the rest...

...Voyagers  The old ship rust stripped like a Sudanese mule doomed to carry fleeing people across a landscape of despair Why, she floats is a lasting mystery From one obscure port to another s......Read the rest...

...Voyagers  The old ship rust stripped like a Sudanese mule doomed to carry fleeing people across a landscape of despair Why, she floats is a lasting mystery From one obscure port to another s......Read the rest...

...He visited Simon's mother-in-law, who had a fever. Did he do so because she was kin of his disciple? The elderly needed care. He knew this as a healer. Wasn't their psyche more than their physique......Read the rest...

...to free this specter from its host caught in a body like bear trap a house made of arms that can't let go my hearth’s flame is selfish, unwilling to part with smoke without separation i will cho......Read the rest...

... O, how will we ever cope The dreaded meteor is on its way The weather mavens say ‘No hope’ that those dinosaurs will live another day What will we tiny little mammals do ......Read the rest...

...This life you had with us, Is beginning to rust. Beautiful eyes. Full of surprise. Sticking your tongue out. Never a drought, Of days with you. We were young too. Yes, you could have lived a ......Read the rest...

...We suddenly strolled down Lakeshore drive facing Goethe street named after Wolfgang von Goethe famous German poet just at the crosswalk while waving to the hidden Walter Payton nooks wandering......Read the rest...

...In dust-laden silence, past the reach of day, The mansion's library whispered of forgotten tales, Its heartbeat echoed in the books arrayed. Time's soft touch graced each spine and page, Among ......Read the rest...

...like shadows they follow us they tell their stories on pages that may or may not be seen, or read, we a'muse them - "we", of course, are truly inconsequential in the greater scheme of thi......Read the rest...

...4/8/24 Aww shucks Still at the crux In a state of flux With reality still out of touch I've been puzzled much So I smoke a couple blunts That's a double dutch From dawn to dusk I turned my......Read the rest...

... once again memories of sweet shrub quietly imposes its luscious scent red to rust blossoms ......Read the rest...