Dust Covered Poems - Poems about Dust Covered

...A rewrite. It's been a long cold dark lonely winter Since you went away I live in limbo And torture myself every single day The sun used to shine my way But now turns the other way A shadow ......Read the rest...

...Sink full of dishes dust covered coffee table nights of loneliness......Read the rest...

...Happy 212th birthday Charles Dickens Though written three hundred and sixty five days ago, the following poetic commemoration doth not warrant any modification. Said prolific author born Fe......Read the rest...

...Sadly He watched the old barn Wither, fade, weep Forgotten by time. Neglect A dereliction of youth Seeking the future Forgetting the past. The old harnesses cracked Tools bent by gravity’s i......Read the rest...

...In the old dark coal mine, brought cold feeling. It was underground and very dangerous and hard work. Wearing dark clothes, leather boots, and canvas hat With a leather brim with metal lamp bracke......Read the rest...

...A “PAPA” coffee cup Not quite as old as Those who gave it to me. An old metal stapler, Part fastener, part weapon. 27 pencils which Can never be found when needed. Notes, scribbled cursive Th......Read the rest...

...Praise to Aeneis ( Elyesa ) It was a power without measure, very humble! She had fallen into the Lot lake. Dried salts with the speed of the wind. A sharp Carthage. He was naked with the whol......Read the rest...

...nascent dawn appears kaleidoscope of color midnight sighs leftovers of last night plateful of unsaid words, a tablecl......Read the rest...

...born February 7, 1812, whose living descendents I would be thrilled to befriend, hence if anonymous reader by some genetic fluke linkedin to said prolific storied author please kindly recip......Read the rest...

...It is a quiet room Not designed for But morphed into A place of reflection. Too old to hunt I am left with my “trophies” Dust covered mementos Of an eager youth Embracing the inherent dange......Read the rest...

...A PRIVILEGED EDUCATION Just within reach of a soft whisper, I swear I can hear the small voice, Weeping, of an innocent boy, Held in limbo out of an ice-bound past, As I stare at black and wh......Read the rest...

...Now the twilight was gone As we arrived at little Utah inn. At the edge of the vast prairie. We rested well savouring the bliss Of a quiet night away from the city. Yet early in the morning......Read the rest...

...I stared at the wall, it stared back at me. I was so lonesome longed for a roomie. And as I despaired, with feelings of dread, I heard a low moan at foot of my bed. Wonder of wonders, beheld ......Read the rest...

...aforementioned author born February 7, 1812 the long deceased (centuries) storied author I toot and trumpet virtual horn accompanying pet rooster first thing in the morn. Greetings mutual f......Read the rest...

...artwork on sidewalks colored chalk broken in pieces chalk dust covered hands......Read the rest...