Discoloring Poems - Poems about Discoloring

... Life has become small with age and the pall of death discoloring once vibrant joy, and old laughter echoes down the corridors, fading fast into shadows.......

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...Disruptions of realities confront our path through the difficulties we have to endure, we proceed bravely through, with determination self-empowerment bestowing upon us with little expectations t......

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...The bucket sits idle catching the dripping of dreams discoloring as they evaporate. Their tenuous connection to time now but an echo in the bucket. The bucket has never held any maudlin myste......

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...The Things Never Said The terror… The only things ever said about my daddy’s WWII service were that he’d been to New Guinea where he’d ridden on a truck full of soldiers by a river without a name ......

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...` I opened the rusted iron gateway bound in chain and wire, to find a landing caked in muddied footprints, scattered about like roaches Magpie shadows course the rain soaked streets and pu......

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...black ball candy discoloring tongue of summertime fun Submitted on March 31, 2021 for contest ALL YOURS (APR 2) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND Originally posted on June 22, 2018......

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...so blank after the exit so pale after the discoloring incident i am a blue bricklayer in a red town world my heart has callouses my mind has splinters so drained following the reentry the figh......

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...Oh my beautiful Daughters what have you done to the men of the Earth, turning the roar of men's' love into notes of shame and whispers, discoloring the gallant glow of trust with untempered lust for ......

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...Tick tock…tick tock tick tock goes the clock With each stroke of its hand robbing me of youth and vigor scarring the skin, discoloring the hair and causing me suddenly to wither. Just when ......

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...Walking down the concrete pathway I sure find my mind wandering The view takes my breath away As rain wets the ground meandering There is a woman right there before me Stark in contrast ......

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...I had found solace in my quill Because therein could be expressed That tragedy which gave me chills. The pen and ink gave me some rest— Because therein could be expressed The cold emotion that......

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...Cattails grow up out of my muck taking root in the mire on my bottom creeping along in my soft blue clay, shooting up in long cylindrical spikes with a velvety fruit, encouraging red-winged......

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...At the beginning of the pier as I gaze outward, My path appears narrow, straight also so definite. Cascading light, showed far away shadows, un-brightly. Precious clouds portray, a show, rememberi......

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...The amber ring around the moon. Pollutants and dust. A beautiful sight to which we swoon. The color of an opaque rust. It dances behind the clouds. As if unforeseen. The discoloring shrouds. ......

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...In the part tonight all the eminent guests arrived with their best apparels on, full of illimitable mirth. The assembly hall danced with the fragrances of the deodorant; cheer lightening the......

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