Dross Poems - Poems about Dross

All that glistens is not gold, Of that, you can be sure The wedding ring I'm wearing Does it have a gold mark? I don't know anymore. Fake is the in word We now ask, what is real? Real looks wrong Fake looks right It has a look and feel Of real Sadly it isn't Natural is hard to find It isn't natural Fake is not kind, It is all...

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HEAT Burn the dross out of gold, Refine and purify, Until nothing common remains To scorch the soul Into a flame of anger Or selfish desire. Leave behind the foolish thought, Then the gold of pure joy And pure peace Bring the sweet glow Of pure love To enrich the soul. Copyright 2000, Kathryn Search...

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Take me to the cross I don’t feel a care If I feel I’m lost I’ll no longer dare On a hill of moss And a virgin flare Take me to the cross If you feel it’s fair And the the gory boss On whose arm I tear Oh be no more loss And no daily care Take me from the cross All that I...

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...for Sylvia Plath Her grasp of things is gone, she fiddles, and is lost with no prospect of redress. She hovers shapeless, rudderless, in a storm-toss'd mess. Substanceless, tottering in limbo's loveless hold, merely dross....

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As the sun filters through branches Brown crackled blooms exposed No longer hidden by bright blossoms Which spring had just transposed The sunlight's angle is now changed Revealing hidden parts Only the dross is bad_ grotesque Secrets deep in one's heart ...

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~Alien Abduction~ Lying on the sun warmed grass Breaths mingling, hearts as one Condensation clouds painting pictures that make us laugh The change is sudden and not such fun A swirling opens in the sky A force beyond comprehension Lifted from the grass, from my lips escapes a cry Nothing we can do- there is no prevention. Elbows bang, knees are skinned Fear takes...

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...for Sylvia Plath Her grasp of things is gone, she fiddles, and is lost with no prospect of redress. She hovers shapeless, rudderless, in a storm-toss'd mess. Substanceless, tottering in limbo's loveless hold, merely dross....

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Starring into the dross of amber brew no face see I reflected, simply hollow I. The stein of crystal tells no fortune spare, nor one of bounty, yet what is true? With drink, I dredge the pain of life anew and wallow in the grain of cheaper wares, degrade myself and blame fate, for my strife, ignoring all God's gift, so...

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Don’t pick the dross you’ve left behind All those creeds you’ve lost try to find Be focused till your reach your goal Let not the world, soil your saved...

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...for Sylvia Plath Her grasp of things is gone, she meddles, she is lost with no prospect of redress. She hovers shapeless, rudderless in a storm-toss'd mess. Substanceless, tottering in limbo's loveless hold, only dross. (Note: One of her poetic devices was the use of multiple double- ...

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Was it about you or were they talking of me not looking flash on a diamond encrusted bike let us both fulmigate against the tide of perception and then maybe we'll earn the last word....

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...for Sylvia Plath Her grasp of things is gone, she meddles and is lost with no prospect of redress. She hovers shapeless, rudderless in a storm-toss'd mess. Substanceless, tottering in limbo's loveless hold, only dross....

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