Drab Poems - Poems about Drab

Doris was dowdy, drab, and draggle-tailed too Forever frumpy, frightened, a failure, at age thirty-two Jaundiced, juicy-gossipy, jealous, and July jailed Slovenly, slithery, shipwrecked, her moment had sailed....

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I used to question the point Of an artist painting 'still life' It makes sense for practice But not as an occupation Certainly not as an obsession But here I am With a fascination For the mundane Believing within Lies wisdom Perhaps like me They don't wish To try for a masterpiece Or even for there to be A suggestion they did So if one should transpire Whilst painting an...

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drab lackluster mood brought on by somber spirits ~ blue melancholy AP: 2nd place 2022 Posted on July 9, 2022...

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We went in a cab to see cold slab, That did appear to be dull and drab; Letters were distinct when viewed; So much sadness there we ensued. Tombstones arranged row after row; All around green grass grew and grew; In background were abundant trees; In faces we would feel a cool breeze. On a long beach many boats landed; By an officer...

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Her virginal leaves have aged to gray Delight she once showed now gone astray Snowball bush who used to be so bright, What has happened to put out your light? A drab of blight on the forest today My fine sweet princess, did someone slay? Cut your branches with an axe today? If you tell me I will make things right. Forever...

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The crab is drab and sitting on a grab Toasting his brown bread in the monster's lab ...

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I hide..... From myself and away from others. I wear dark glasses and caps And paint my body in drab shades of nonexistence Then dance, alone in the darkness To music I have imagined. It's better this way. I don't have to misread faces Or think I am being judged (although, Perhaps being misjudged is a better term). I can float on clouds of...

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I notice on a day that's gray I also seem to dress that way. Without the sunshine to inspire, I tend to stick to drab attire. It doesn't make a lot of sense When clothing clearly complements An atmosphere of cloud and gloom, Allowing somberness to loom. On light and sunny weather days, I wear apparel that's ablaze With colors neon, bright or bold, A joy...

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The uniform was issued to him during the Second World War. Tho' at first it was somewhat ill-fitting, it he proudly wore. He was a mere lad of eighteen when his Army career began, But as that savage conflict raged on, he rapidly became a man! He considered it an honor to wear the uniform of his nation. Little brother...

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