Best Drab Poems

Snow falling—
Falling.
Feathers escaping from the pillow-heaven
Confusing the air
With the steadiness of a stampede
Advancing, clinging, smothering.

Snow falling—
Settling.
White fleecy lambs atop every protrusion
Sleek ermine boas
Draped upon the...

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My precious chimney swift
Envy alone
Has named you so mundane
Tethered to the slightest pause
Amid your life upon the wing
Describing you as drab
Cigar shaped
And flying like a...

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Mindful  

Startled out of nonchalant light,
Wakefulness stands at attention
Ignited flame from the eternal candle,
Energized vigil of the watchman
At the soul’s dawning daybreak
Tingling in the...

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Swept up into piles; everywhere 
Abouts; in collected heaps all 
Around.              ...

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If I weren't afraid, I'd...
Have pulled that red lipstick
Out of my purse 
And with cover
Of sister and cousin
Surrounding your coffin
Replaced that drab pink coral
With your...

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What color are you?
You! You! You! You! You! You! I could do this all day. Smirk.
I am not talking about hair color, eye color, or...

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In mournful shrouded clouds my darkest mood does dress
in desolated winter drear no spring can bless.
Your death did steal my breath and heartbeat like a...

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Many, many years ago
when everything was new
There lived a lovely butterfly
her wings of brightest blue
Every day was happy as 
she fluttered all around
Visiting each precious...

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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?

  ...

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Green is serene.
This color of nature
resurrects in early spring
to paint our landscape again,
from drab brown to soft fern haze.

Slowly, spring deepens into a sublime
mixture of...

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There is no rain on the moon,
flowing rivers, or blue seas.
A drab and colorless globe,
there's not so much as a breeze.

There is no air to...

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Six steeple towers, cold as steel, drab daggers in the sky!	
Their hallowed halls no longer call when breezes wander by –
for, filled with dread to...

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Nature smiles in Spring
Pulls at our heart string
as greenery's hued in greener tinge
Having had an everlasting effect
on those evergreen trees. 

Nature frowns in Autumn
gets all...

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it's not the same anymore
this is a haunted place
all the living
happy and smiling
writing a pretty line
feeling sublime
but....it's a ghostland to me
drab
drear
desolate

poets I used to know
those...

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Still life

A beautiful gardenia
in a glistening cut glass vase
Captured of a time before
when the light was perfect,
the fragrance sweet and the petals 
soft as vanilla...

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