Dregs Poems - Poems about Dregs

sinking to bottom the bits of worthless matter ~ all who do evil Date written:05/05/2023...

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The crimson disc of cold fire slowly ascends, sets the edge of the translucent horizon ablaze, as the cosmic colors the chromatic sky blends, the sparkle of dew on meadow melts misty haze. Crisp northern breeze flutters the fragile canopy, cleaves channels thru’ curled foliage for sunbeam, splashing gold on leaves rustling on ornate trees, fringing the fawn vale effulgent in autumn...

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The last dregs of summer, as autumn arrives Sun seeking birds now take to the sky. Black juicy brambles are there for the taking, Apples now ripe, soon mums will be baking. Candlelit lanterns will take to the streets, As children cry out,"is it trick or treat." As November fires light up the sky Guy Fawkes is burning, and winter is nigh. Oh...

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Crossing the dark miry ford, thwarted by the skull colored fog ...

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As winter's dregs thaw away And days are lengthening, Beneath the soil something stirs The first new growth of spring. Little seeds set forth roots Bulbs now pierce the earth. Colours soon set to return, In the season of rebirth. Early snowdrops, pearly white Crocus, purple hued Little buds awakening, As life begins anew. From her slumber Mother Earth Awakens with the sun, As hibernating creatures wake, For springtime, now...

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Depression directs dying dreams to the deepest depths of your heart. And mute echoes of silent screams threaten to tear your soul apart. Tears are unpalatable dregs of life's bitter reality. And there is no escaping pain, for love offers no guarantee. The days accumulate like dust gathering on the hands of time. And as their numbers multiply, anxieties begin to climb. You feel isolated and shunned, imprisoned...

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I do not, amongst the dregs of my cups, Consider you worthy to be the theme For my untutored scribblings. There, Madame, there: I put you In your place, amongst the detritus Of my life, the forgotten effigies of life, As she should be lived. Yet, you do not acquiesce to my intentions, And re-emerge into my consciousness To disturb...

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Spineless swine That line the street but should be six feet deep Dirty old hags cover in rags These people are simply freaks...

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The dregs of my past, swims in a watery pool - Escapes down my cheek....

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Their destiny, or whatever was left of it, Was shown to them in black and white print. Their property and earnings were neatly split "You kids can't wait till we are dead, now isn't it?" The old man's words were laughed off by them, although they were not a jest, The words carried utter disappointment, and a dash of regret. They...

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Straining to swallow the remedy, Thick like blood with the stinch Of gall mingled with death And the after taste of pleasure- None running out the corners Of his mouth- the Physician drank The bitter cup, enduring the sting And curdled abominations stirred With grievous residue at the bottom Of the cup, and became tannic acid On the Tree for the sick...

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Patches parched yellow-brown edging across the lawn where lily petals lie time worn- asleep....

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