Best Discoloured Poems

It was like the sun did not rise
and mourning birds sang 
no morning melody.

The heavens were so grey,
pouring like Noah's floods,
preparing me for the storm,
which...

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I was cursed with 
ink intoxicating 
blank canvases 
with toxic scribbles,
releasing twisted tales 
of suppressed troubles.
I was a forsaken 
     ...

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I was pushed to write this comparison after reading the poem on Byron by the souper poet Gary Bateman.
Wandering on internet I found the Byron's...

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"I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..."  
E.E. Cummings

Amber hues kissed twilight's platinum pigments that...

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I always weep for you in the hush of eventide hills.
In their mystical muteness I can hear your heartbeats.
As tears indulge in indigo dusky deepening...

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In May two thousand and seven I was on a beach on the sand 
When it was time to leave I noticed, I was missing...

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Written In Beige

Against the bleak bank wall he leans
as the sidewalk moves sideways
across his tangential thoughts.
People pass, the dull parade,
the money-grubbers and hoarders
in their shiny...

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winter whispers hi-

a discoloured Autumn dream

fades,and slowly dies



Inspired by Raul's latest photo...

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Her Life defined by the size
of potatoes in a supermarket trolley.
She opens her battered purse
out of shape from the coppers of life,
viewed with despair from...

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THE YOLK'S ON ME

It was bath time for my twins, I played a little joke
and filled their bathtub with purple dinosaur yolk.
The bathtub discoloured, the...

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When nylon nights
trade crystal colours 
in the stalls of nimble 
butterfly wings, 
I blossom as an 
irenic origami 
fervently fabricated 
with snowflakes of 
greedy gloom,...

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When I was young
And felt a little glum
My Mum would cheer me
With a plum.

I began to eat them daily,
Demolishing entire punnets
With aplomb.

How I loved those...

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A treacherous incline, 
inside the latent hollow called fate
Discoloured cloaks
stripped from abandoned warriors
A stunted scream
lingering adrift of sacred sounds
Pride ran aground
as foul odours mask the...

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I am a paling star to be washed out
In the dazzling brightness of the arriving dawn
A calendar that ran out of time
A broken guitar with...

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I heard an old song
of a bird yesterday
an ancient bird
proportionate figure
discoloured
feeble at wings
music discorded.


A halt turned me to see it
A fossil turned me to see...

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