Dross Poems


Premium MemberDross

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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Categories: dross, 10th grade,
Form: Rhyme

Heat

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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Categories: dross, addiction, anxiety, change, character,
Form: Free verse


Salvation

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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Categories: dross, baptism, blessing, christian, devotion,
Form: Rhyme

Dross

...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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Categories: dross, dedication, writing,
Form: Verse

Premium MemberDross

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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Categories: dross, life, spring,
Form: Verse


We Have Crossed the Galaxy To Find Dross

~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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Categories: dross, imagination, time, universe,
Form: Quatrain

Dross

...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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Categories: dross, on writing and words,
Form: Verse

Premium MemberAmongst the Dross

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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Categories: dross, depression, introspection, loss,
Form: Sonnet

Don'T Pick the Dross You'Ve Left Behind

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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Categories: dross, faithmay,
Form: Quatern

Dross

...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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Categories: dross, loss
Form: Verse

Diamonds and Dross

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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Categories: dross, life,
Form: Free verse

Dross

...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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Categories: dross, sad,
Form: Free verse
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