Dust Poems - Poems about Dust

Wee Willie Wagtail, sleek and spry, Flew up to catch a bug on fly, When along came a wily willy-willy Swirling winds aloft willy and nilly Loop-de-looping poor Willie, up into sky!...

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I no longer want to be a child, for those years carry a thick layer of forgotten dust, where every corner hides a room where I learned to forget how to breathe, and memories are like shadows dancing silently on the walls of time. Returning would mean shattering myself on the same silent and cold corners, on the same...

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Read this, you must Excuse my dust, See ya on flip side, Reaper's got my hide!...

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Dust drops like silent thoughts, neglected over the piano lid, shut quiet and still. Some dust we keep as mementos in a chaotic pile of keepsakes. Some we wipe away on a rainy day, with windows wide open to keep it from our nostrils. We wipe away the fingerprints left by the guilty one, the cleaner upper-er, to leave no trace for retribution. Neglect,...

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I Know, Im a grain of sand Fixated on you. We are dust ,in this master plan . Ill just, blow away. To a never happy ending If you dont stay. Let's make this promise. I Don't wanta stop, what we do . I'm fixated on you. Everything you do , is sweet! While you think, you tap , your lip...

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In the inner garden where silence lays its mantle of blue dust, The butterflies in my stomach have slept so long they seemed like stones, Or perhaps they died in a winter of forgetting and cold shadows, But now, suddenly, I feel them awaken as if they were memories, They begin to move slowly, unhurriedly, like children in the...

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That's what we are That's how we came Simple, common thing Inanimate yet, produce From the best hand made Fashion in a gentle form Stood lifeless, face off Life infuse, same image Now praising face to face With love and compassion The Master has perfected His work of art made into A real masterpiece in life And that is you and me....

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The books miss our hands. Dust forms letters overnight— “Still here. Still waiting.”...

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pollen in the air yellow dust on everything a true springtime sight...

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In the nebula of your spirit's vast despair, When asteroid fields of sorrow wildly flare, Stand like a celestial beacon, constant and bright— Let your laughter be the starlight that conquers night. Though cosmic clouds may swirl, a dense eclipse, Your radiance can pierce the dark abyss's lips. For every void surrenders to a solar birth,...

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They say, Be not moved by gold, Nor charmed by crowns, Nor swayed by faces Carved like the dawn. But by hearts that give Without asking for more, By spirits clothed in grace, Stitched with kindness. Yet we—fragile beings, Spun from dust and desire, Bow often to the gleam, Reaching for what glitters. They say, Let the heart lead the way, Let the soul discern freely, That true beauty lies In soft-spoken...

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"It's just dust," he said, kicking the dry ground With a worn boot, Toe pointed cowboy style But with none of the flash. "This could be grandpa," he said, Shoulders rounded, eyes to the ground. "They didn't bury too deep in them days, And no boxes or vaults out here. He could've just rose up after a while. Could've just shook off the dirt And...

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You lie innately beside bucolic roads On mountain slopes and rolling fields Until motionless winds stir, His breath Lifting you to glorious heights Swirling, drifting, pausing here and there Carried to the verges of the Earth Where only He knows the end from the beginning To softly lie down, again Awaiting the breath of the Almighty To raise you up in new birth ...

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Written: April 14, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Suzette Richards *********************************** In shimmering twilight, a memento on the moon lies quiet, a story etched in silver dust, evokes the wanderer of the past. Moon serenity is countless, and heart beats bear sureness. Astral footsteps foster starlight, tracks of kismet smite. Human creation will grow, even as infernal...

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In the summer heat of '47's cry, A line was drawn beneath the sky. Not ink, but blood, not words, but flame— Two nations born, but none the same. Fields once golden, shared with grace, Now whispered names in a stranger’s place. Neighbors turned to fleeing feet, Homes abandoned, hearts incomplete. The Ganga wept, the Indus roared, As trains of silence onward soared. One carried...

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