Dingy Poems - Poems about Dingy

...A battered pier glass, the length of a running lightning, The width of a Caesarean window, And next to an agelong, framed Daguerreotype, lies face down across A musty room. Shafts and rods of ro......

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...The smell of incense was heavy And guarded the dingy room well. Time passed slowly like the stifling breath of Yuletide They were hiding from — the two lovers of Venice — A woman with dark, luxur......

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... They live like we do and look like we do. Inside their sometimes quintessential houses they reside oftentimes with a wife, maybe children. They work in jobs where we might work. Some may even......

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...“Keep knocking as hard as one can and wait patiently before the closed gate is the best way to enter it. But find if it is a gate to perdition or salvation.”- By Poet On a late evening......

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... A sudden drizzle gushed along the street, That I wiggled out , romping and playing In my cotton jumpshirt as summer cooled, To allow a downpour of monsoon rain. Swerving through puddles w......

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...spotlight breathes dances fist of faces flashing in a dingy bar where we all are the world corralled managing on a fiesta of pita chips with Everything Hummus plus pectin gummies ......

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...Life has changed so much in merely two weeks Life was hard and traumatic at times Now it is just grey with grief The beauty of friendship is still here, A sunrise still fills the sky with wonderf......

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..."How sad when it comes to face the world as an orphan! Chasing shadows, he/she searches for the love and protection lost. Having no trail to follow, the search goes on endless"~ By Poet <>...

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...Charged with a fiery spirit, full of valour, To protect the nation from rival force, Volunteered to join the armed troops Knowing well all risks, sans remorse. Plucked away from he......

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...Red neon which looks lovely at four o’clock in the afternoon Somehow seemed dingy at twelve-thirty; he was the last customer bartender gave him a nod, and a sympathetic look......

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...Two small pinwheels once rosy and gay Have faded in the sun, they are now dingy and gray How brilliantly colorful they once were, probably Popping with enthusiasm and joy to some degree Now the......

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... Pharisee, pharisee, you come again My night of hope screams for crumbs to eat, I’m just a boy needing a few coins Offering old tin cup to rich men on the lane. Cold my body wrapped like soiled ......

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... the end of day shuts down the smell of rain at 5 o'clock with gusty winds and withered leaves under my feet newspapers whirling from empty parking lots broken plastic bins rolling a lonely d......

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...I started with one small corner of my kitchen Set the timer, so I could stop in fifteen minutes Set the timer eight more times until the floor was scrubbed The counters were scraped, the table was......

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...Tunneling through nightscapes, weightless moon doll escapes. Collapsing space-time, the pages and pages, of fluttering windblown stages in quantum nonlocality, a graphic novel engages. Bur......

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