Dust Poems - Poems about Dust

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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The shy sky sends rumours of a dustfall, More murmurs of the impending clouds’ brawl. The least swirls of dust unleashed ceased the light, It roars for hours from town center with fright, Staining gowns brown and making dirts dusty. The morons, like iron, became rusty....

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Written by His hand, stars strewn in coal black skies anywhere I look, glowing in bleakest nights the sound of grace poured out beneath heaven’s cries silencing the wind with music from these gentle lights written by His hand, blessings warm just like a friend hallelujah chorus bringing hope for everlasting beyond this world we live in is faith we’ll always...

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When you give insightful thought, You can only be as you ought; God has created you as you are: Another creation of His awe! So, do not be distressed or depressed; For you are one of the Crearor's best:- Just know that being with stress, Does not make you less than the rest:- Know that you are beautiful and blessed, Being here for all...

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DUSTY POET Dust before donkey doomed a wicked whirlwind grains of wisdom wrinkle sand webs dust devitalise land here...

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My lot in eternity is to forever gather dust. And I agree. For the way I lived my life, that's probably just. But I'd so hoped for a task were at least part of the ask was to do something fruitful with the excess of my lust....

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My darling, why did you go You won’t tell me under the moon You won’t tell in the morning glow And in the dim afternoon Why must we deal with the time Why can’t it leave us alone I want us to live, but we die There was a time, but its gone Our space is reduced to an archive Your garden is touched...

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On the Beach sand or the sand of the road from dust to dust I must go...

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