Best Discolor Poems

She was weaving a silken tapestry with long silver threads 
and golden memories from her life that hadn't yet faded
Drizzles of sorrow fell with every loving stitch taken
until the storm became a deluge, leaving her feeling jaded
She rose from the prick of needling work, leaving...

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I look in the mirror,

I gaze at my eyes and see my soul,

No longer a pure shimmery white light I once had as a child,

Now it is stained with red ink,

Absorb inside my skin,

Like water soaking into the earth,

Not even my atonements can wash away...

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When the rainy gloomy day
From the gray clouds weaves the arch,
When the heaven of lead acid in the silence
Floating to us vast object,

When the foliage discolor,
And the cries of birds can be heard barely,
And thousands of hums seas
Denunciations from the heavens stronger,

When the winds are...

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Diamonds are a girl’s best friend they say.
I know of a story that’s filled with dismay.
A girl worshiped a gem in abnormal way.
Many never believed how she went astray.
Only one man knew of what she did pray.
Now she began her destiny to begin to prey.
Devil’s...

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Flurries of fall fling fabulous colors,
Drifting silent in dreamy discolor.
Marvelous, mellowed, midday, matinee,
Plummy and peaceful as red songbirds play!
Isolated, intriguing, gold, immense,
In fields of faded blooms beyond a fence.
Real beauty ripens in seasons of sun!


Written on 3/29/2021...

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The purest tint is but a canvas bare
in wait of rapture from a master's brush,
for all the pigments of the palette share
in placid beauty as their color's blush.
  Though ev’ry hue unveils to radiate,
reflecting self within an opus scrawl,
the blending of diversities create
a masterpiece...

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Salix Discolor had escaped my view
Living in south that would be nothing new
How I could enjoy your beauty in spring
When only one Weeping Willow see through

Gray-haired bloom so distintive against red
Beauty like fur coat of cat that's purebred
Salix Discolor stands still while wind's wing
Transports young...

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So there I was
Walking downtown by myself
While he was swimming in the bottle
Relishing the waves of discontent
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Innocent


As the blood falls from my eyes,like the tears of a sore heart.
All I can do is watch the impossible happen.
I'm being cut down,I'm being thrown apart.
I feel the pieces of my soul being broken.
As my blood falls from your weapon,watch me cry.
Looking at my...

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What happens to our dreams?
They seem to discolor;
they shrivel
and fall wistfully into distant memory
like so many autumn leaves.
They seem to slip from grasp
and shatter painfully
as they hit the floor
like so many glasses before it.

When we grow,
our hearts become lost in the inferno.
They fry, dry out,...

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Alex died in Iraq
Nineteen years of age
The bench arrived at the Veteran's Cemetary
A reminder of the war and rage

It glows with beauty
For it is brand new
Yet the last reminder of an only child
A dad, alive, polishing until he turns blue

His tears would land on the...

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Poetry is terminal, incurable-
it manifest words around the heart, mine and soul
hopefully it won’t discolor the skin but; 
for around the eyes....

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Oh! daughter of loneliness
worshiper of horus
though quite unaware
collector of dandelions
look over here then
double chins on racehorses!
that slight stain on your two fingers
story of cigarette hungers
and nicotine romances
dealt with in shadow quietly
no fierce gazes now from church ladies
magnificent in their clucking bow
processing the dirt at your...

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the cry of one shall fade
among the masses
consumed
by wailing tongues
of ululation

the heart of one shall shrivel
denied
connection
to its roots
discolor
in its death

the eyes of one shall stare
blank hope
scanning
the darkened crust
of time

the hands of one shall cling
to an endless
emptiness
caressing that
which is no more

the voice of one shall curse
the...

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I have never seen one
I have never seen a colored smile
I have never seen a white smile
I have never seen a black smile
I have never seen one
But I have seen a few beautiful smiles
Oh! It feels good when a woman smiles
Especially one who has style
Charisma,...

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