Discoloured Poems - Poems about Discoloured

...Delicate fingers gripped the slender neck firmly- after soft, full lips caressed cold, wet flesh desperately- whilst deep breaths were taken forcefully; yet suffocated moans and screams pierced di......Read the rest...

... Abandoned Love Wild, natural, without care you stand hidden, unnoticed A secret, brambles briars bluebells dance wild flowers grow. Haunted laughter, echoes ......Read the rest...

...I was cursed with ink intoxicating blank canvases with toxic scribbles, releasing twisted tales of suppressed troubles. I was a forsaken ebony rose in satan's grasp, kne......Read the rest...

...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, stealing royal v......Read the rest...

...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 horizons, I put my hope in the last morning s......Read the rest...

...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 strings loose I will soon exit out of life Like......Read the rest...

...We, the generation of grand pictures, walk through life, bearing unfaithful filters. Sins, comprehended through biblical scriptures, fear escapes the team of timid tilters. We, the ge......Read the rest...

...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 my gold band I started digging the sand frantically, my wife she helped too We we......Read the rest...

... 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 drowned my heart. I f......Read the rest...

...THE CAGED BIRDS When the twilight falls with light of clumsy fish in a shallow stream rain flows with raging winds *YOUNG POET* Living oppressed like an aged cloth hang under the spicy sun ......Read the rest...

...on my six the village faded in my past when at last i walked through the gate for the final time neither of us remained the same as we were in the days of my coming of age back then the col......Read the rest...

...The sinful playacting of the leaders insists on crowing over empty victories, and words without being versed are cremated on the despoiled landscape; Elsewhere, night steps up on every toe and ha......Read the rest...

...MEMORIES Your memories Clinging and lingering, Now, my mind Refuses to repent of you, Years continue to change my colour But printed on my skin Discoloured tattoos of reminders, Still your......Read the rest...

...It squeaked as it slowly rolled out the door Trundled out the rusty gate Over the sunken wooden bridge and onto the sandy sidewalk. The daily trudge had begun. Nestled and nurtured within wer......Read the rest...

...They label me black But that’s inaccurate I’m just different shades of brown. I’m looked at with disdain Yet I’m the original creation Version 1.0 Made for the harsh terrible world Out of love......Read the rest...