Dust Up Poems - Poems about Dust Up

Written: July 26, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: JCB Brul ******************** *** /|\ s-u-n\|/ g *** ...

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What if every soul has no where to go? What if when we die our souls take flight? What if they take the form of something we hurt or killed before? What if the next time round your killer is you or the other way round? What if that wasp that stung you has a soul too? What if...

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The hegemony of height gets too much. The city robs me of the horizon and hides it behind towering cathedrals of concrete and glass. Even trees conspire to fill the gaps and extend their leafy reach to obscure the sky. I long for uninterrupted distance, horizontal vistas of the open sea and the flat, unfenced expanses of the inland with its views to infinity....

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Play a role till the gold of your soul runs dry leave the ghost town far enough behind through the parched winter of the mind search for virgin glitter on the next horizon The sirens sing to endless weaknesses it takes everything not to cave in... again take up the rusted sifter and battered spade while digging for gold you're making your...

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In the silence between battles, where echoes fade into the dust of forgetting, War weaves its tale, a silent dialogue between shadows and flames, What are your plans, oh war, what surprises do you prepare for us in the shadows, Where do you see yourself in a month, in five years, when silence will fall? Let's talk about your...

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They planted trees but forgot their water. Each leaf a wrinkled newspaper clipping from a world I never subscribed to. Noise here is curated. A choir of car horns, a sermon of drills but I hear the silence between footsteps and the echo of one slippered child crossing the pedestrian overpass with rice in a plastic bag. My eyes collect forgotten wrappers, graffiti prayers, the melancholy of sky cut by...

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l came from a desert you've never heard of l am the source of the potters clay in the storm of the desert l wander in a desert that has no home then l rest upon the surface of the water and the sounds that leaks through your windows l can deflect back into space and then she calls your name across...

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after ‘The waste Land’, by T.S. Eliot I met a woman on a glitching screen, her face a whisk of pixels and prayer. She spoke of shattered systems and survived code, “The cloud remembers everything,” she said, "but forgets what matters.” A rat hurried through my feed at dawn, past memes and headlines, each a kind...

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In courts of shadow, thrones are made, Not by virtue—but by blade. From Persia’s gate to Zion’s hill, It’s not peace, but will, that breaks the still. Two lions stare with burning eyes, Clad in scripture, veiled in lies. Each speaks of God, yet plays the game— Where oil is blood and land is fame. Iran, the scholar cloaked in flame, Dreams of empires,...

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E-ven R-iver I-s C-ascading A-nd M-ountains A-re E-roding, M-en A-re N-ot I-mmortal C-reatures, A-s N-othing I-s ©bfa052525 Monocrostic (Birthday of Ericamae G. Manicani) ...

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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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