Drabness Poems - Poems about Drabness

...Sheila was blowsy, frowsy, frumpish, dowdy. matching her unkempt messy, sloppy abode. gone to seed, meanies said in a nasty way. we kids saw through Sheila’s shabby drabness. she was entertaining......Read the rest...

...Grandma’s Vase I remember the old yellow vase that grandma kept on the kitchen table she filled it each day with flowers she cut from the beds in the backyard garden in spring it held purple......Read the rest...

...Be happy For the peace of mind Be scrappy And celebrate to go blind Of the joy you've find Never permit The drabness in your situation Never admit It could stoke up your reason's activa......Read the rest...

...To a learned philosopher Or to a logical thinker The gesture of this lone lady Wrapping linens around this tree Might look like a modern madness Or drabness rooted on slackness... Only one with......Read the rest...

...Hey, unwelcome monotony... my moods are darker than the Squawk's melody; all the swans have deserted the nearby pond... will another thunder shake trees and ground, making the rest of the huddle......Read the rest...

...My old life seems monotonous to me now, but I allow it was fine then, As cobalt skies allow warm butterscotch rays, to linger in the glen. I worked through those golden days, but most evenings st......Read the rest...

...(alternately titled: idolizing childhood's end today April 25th, 2021 generates elusive warm treasured memories). Akin to significance my eldest sister felt toward her “Willies” – (totally tub......Read the rest...

...How do I love thee...like sparkling diamonds that promise undying magnificence, a sky an intricate lace gilded with stars at night, pulling my soul into depths of wonderment. How do I love th......Read the rest...

...With lockdowns and fear the past year was drear. Today it is dark and dank and dripping, slate grey. The sun refuses to appear. Wild winds have eased to drabness as nothing. Winter solstice offer......Read the rest...

...In deep dark caverns flowed her lush hair coats crystal lined caves with sunlight flare. The golden honey that draws a bear your gold flecked eyes, its color will dare. The blue of your eyes......Read the rest...

...When you’re near me, the sky is no longer blue. You’re the pink lenses I see the world through. When you leave me, you take away your spell. The drabness returns, making me want to yell. ......Read the rest...

...When you’re near me, the sky is no longer blue. You’re the pink lenses I see the world through. When you leave me, you take away your spell. The drabness returns, making me want to yell. Look......Read the rest...

...Bougainvillea Beneath the ashen cloudless sky the rain subsided to reveal a plant is budding from its womb with many colors to behold of orange, pink and peach or white the cerise petals pa......Read the rest...

...Drabby Friday is quickly approaching, steady raindrops are unwelcoming; more cheerless than a fluttering robin finding refuge in the cathedral's spires that cannot reach the swollen clouds, I tr......Read the rest...

...Never Look Back It was the poverty of vision that got to me, the drabness of moving from one home to another. I wanted sunlight, not the dim light that shines from a basement`s kitchen window. ......Read the rest...