Dust Poems - Poems about Dust

... The allured mind roaming restive in the searing desert engulfing, seethes in the pensive pores of the swirling sands desolate. The drops of sanguine sense desiccate, the dust of desire ......Read More

... Sugar of life you are Sweet and dainty in jar Over and under the counter You are a wonder in winter Sturdy grains of Summer breeze Granules of sweetness, not freeze White, not red like ......Read More

...My beloved up down by the valley's low floor! Rise Up! My love rise up! My sweetheart come away take a look toward the door the winter has passed and gone your lips are like a thread of glazed clear ......Read More

...How melancholic was the silent Saint Peter's Basilica without a melody played by the bearded deacon, priest of the Camelites who died in sea-washed Licata; there, the Viol was played by Angelic of......Read More

...Nature has a way of punishing the body, if it's not well cared for. The punishment is to the flesh but an inconvenience to the Dweller within the flesh. The body complains of pain and suffering......Read More

...Forced to bite the dust, to us seems unjust but think, if we readjust and flow of life trust, we link with God’s grace robust feeling an upthrust: bliss wink! Desire is our chink, so let’......Read More

... Hues of crimson cloud drizzle, flush your face My fervent heart feels the stream of love flow Flood you with glossy layers of poised grace As red rose with lavish luster you glow. The bl......Read More

...Grant this civil yankee to doodle till Lee gets blue in the face blowing 99 red balloons April 9th, 2023 will signal 158 years since Appomattox plus what would have been ninety sixth birth of......Read More

...They suddenly barged in their tanks and trucks Covered in various armaments of war. Their vehicles droned, piercing the silence, Cutting deep wounds in that fertile land, And desecrating the once......Read More

... In the town of Milton Creek the sun was starting to rise And Jenna was planning for Ranger David a lovely surprise Unbeknown to him preparations were now well underway To hold a party in his......Read More

...Acrylic paint and dust. I can taste sunlight. Hear wind-chimes that have not been invented yet. That have already disintegrated into the deserts of the apocalypse. I am at home in this living roo......Read More

... What happiness is there in living? What sadness is there in dying? Happiness and sadness are ashes in the wind. Death came along with birth; neither were growing young. The hope of living, is t......Read More

... “Nocturnal silk sheathes the woods, moon dust laces lattice on lush leaves, fireflies flash on the trail of dream”. By Poet The opaque film of darkness spreads silently out of ......Read More

... It is the singing bird. It is the yellowing pages of old books gathering dust; It is hot bread; It is the sun, our beautiful laughs, and forgotten past. It is the sunflowers, and the grace wi......Read More

...When you are unwell And your body is weak Worries hang over you When it's solace that you seek No matter how hard you look For quietness and peace Your jangled nerves And aching limbs Refus......Read More