Best Rust Poems

“I will soothe you and heal you,
I will bring you roses.
I too have been covered with thorns.”

Rumi

When the whole world,
behaved like her enemy,
a homeless heart was buried
in a private place so deep -
out of sight and out of reach.

Each time her emotions were breached,
her metaphorical...

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HEART  OF  RUST

Today is another day.
My heart is turning brownish-red.
I walked away with nothing to say.
My words are now all rusted.
Without regretting yesterday.
I hide behind the face of the dead.

My world has turn upside down.
Suddenly my body is heartless.
My memories drip like water...

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Rust sleeps without the churchyard
on the blunt perimeter rails,
on the bloom of iron stabbing up
into the pelt of rain.

Rust sleeps upon the fence posts
where the wire is nailed to wood
and the metal burns an ochre tint
beneath the sodium arc.

Rust sleeps atop the hinges
of the pub...

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As rust falls from the anchor

Where do sandcastles go
when the tide engulfs the view and 
lonely shorelines crest in tear drops
beneath white capped dream chasers,
foam laced erasers combing sanded wishes,
taking towers in the water's rage
as moats become minor indentations 
on a beach bathed in the...

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Leaves of rust do bounce within the brisk wind
As trees release them from whence they ascend
The frigid air blows down the lane of leaves
Orange charms lay about where we all believe

The sun sits low barely over the drive
Straw blends with the grass as fall comes...

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~With a red cloisonne butterfly welded
to the end of the metal, the wire, I wrapped you
and cut off the circulation in my pinky finger.
I laughed with a nervousness
given to caffeine,
and popped two sticks of peppermint gum
in my mouth.~

"Always remember me", you said with a smile
of...

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DECAYING.
ROTTING.
MY HEART CORRODES IN DUST
OUR LOVE ONCE BRIGHT AND SHINY.
NOW HAS TURNED TO RUST.
YOU USED TO TREAT ME  DELICIATE.
I WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
SO CAREFUL NOT TO DAMAGE ME.
I MEANT SO MUCH TO YOU.
BUT NOW IT SEEMS YOU'VE  TIRED OF ME.
BORED WITH...

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My Heart Shall Not Fade In Crying Red Rust

I shall beat down the walls of your dungeon
And smash its power into fading dust.
My spirit by you will not be bludgeoned,
My heart shall not fade in crying red rust!

Once, I saw such goodness in your sweet...

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Rust
If you touch it, it stains your fingers 
The stains will spread and sometimes linger
It shows neglect and decay from no protective coating
The elements attack and leave a film of scum on water floating 
Trust if not practiced and true, decays in the storms of...

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Ten little leaves are shaking,
A yellow one drifted down.
Nine little leaves left trembling,
A brown one fell to the ground.
8 little leaves a’blowing,
When a gray one fluttered away;
Seven now left holding,
And an orange one shuffled its way;
Six little heart shapes clinging;
A red one had to let...

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Can I ever love again your lips pressed against my ear

My soul begs, pleads with me, the heart yields no more tears

Should I gather unto me my hearing waits the matter

The pulse quickens at the touch, ice lifts and a shatter


Racing dreams ,like oil fields...

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R emember how all things were once shiny and new,

U nderneath them all a corrosive subterfuge grew.

S ilently oxidating from the outside or in,

T reasures’ life should exclude are always made of skin!



For the RUST contest because “RUST NEVER SLEEPS!”...

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Coming back home – wounded, skinless
Slowly sliding through ghosts of trees
With hums of Balalaika in his candid eyes
And withered leaves – caresses of the wizards 

He squeezed through Life’s Fall like a chick
With wings torn apart by ether
With flights of smiles of cranes
And dreams of...

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I'm in need of good friends I can trust.  
Friends who tell what they see when they must.  
Not like those who just say, 
"You're all shiny today;" 
when, instead, they should say, "You're all rust."  


Entered in Rick Parise's contest, 'Rust'....

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blood and muscle and bone.  
they wait  
for the white-clad ghost who knows my name but never uses it.  
they wait
for the news that is always bad.  
slumped on the bench covered with a thin paper sheet.  
silence.  
but...

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