Dusted Poems - Poems about Dusted

It's been years since I went back home Years since I celebrated Christmas with loved ones Cause I was miles away in a new land Making a way onto this new path I was on I left home without looking back I left everything, at least all that I had To start fresh in a land so far from the...

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All the dust upon our rolled up sleeves makes us kids seem dirty and in desperate need. I don’t know about you but I’m pretty damn clean. This dust you sneeze on is just a part of me. Wipe it off if you must But my heart still beats covered in that star dust. If you think I’m dirty, if you...

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Little black books- blooming everywhere. from shining sea islands, to Belair mansions to white house lattice and cathedral bastions Little black books-Bloom-blooming-everywhere. A few pawns are pared/ but the bishops and kings are always spared. Little black books... blooming- blooming everywhere. Little black books with coal dusted secrets Magically disappear. ...

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Those dozing particles of thisies and thats that nomad within that pierce unstopped sun but for the blinds line...

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dusted in rainbows making music into poems his faerie muse dances...

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Most days you ooze cockiness from your chest but I've a feeling that during dark times you pray to that somebody or something... that same something or somebody that created the universe,.. Which is expanding at the speed of light. The same speed that our souls travel when shot out of this life and into the next. This belief didn't come...

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Oh, she had the lines the pedigree an aura of authenticity shrouded in a symmetrical succulence undulating and ululating curves beckoning, beguiling, begging for a glance, a whisper, a wink deep almond eyes peering into the souls of seekers withering self reliant resistance challenging the challengers her sinewy sensuality wafting across the moon’s blush a figure cast in shadow across snow dusted lust ©11/18/2018 contest – Sexy Poetry Contest sponsor –...

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Miles went the season of love, When trees shed leaves to bless the grounds And the birds chirped to hail the dawns Happy was the cry of folks. Passed the days with draughts to follow Rose the demon that fired a curse Dawns covered under the dusts of hate Cried for the thunders to bless their fate. Breezes now warm with heats of...

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He wonders at the aphrodisiac of her jasmine air stirring the breeze of his being heady in the breathy mood of her moon garden amidst stargazer’s pink whispers and he wishes that his jonquil heart be quenched by her sweet drink - as he longs to sip sun-ripened nectar from the calla of her wild plum dreams Susan Ashley July 4, 2018 ~ Second Place...

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An ordinary stone Who can know Moving from season to season Not so very slow Forced to undesired Positions But perseveres A stone with hope Who can care about something So small Who can know A stone that Relays on challenges After stricken Waits for the next To be moved about On the grounds Of the earth On the...

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To forget those bygones, done and dusted, lost,forgiven and now forever gone....

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She is whimsical midst-escaping blackness & beige stagnation, reverberant betwixt musicality & fictitious paisley fabrications, recognizes the actuality of her enigmatic spirit's frivolity, well-defined by her quirky quintessence serving her far beyond periods of reflective flourishes, has never been a slave to social expectations nor gravitas of worldly-minded undertakings, materialism is not her cuppa tang nor an applicable proposition, heartfelt inclination is...

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Remember December? Us newly wed. Setting off on honeymoon in Thunderbird by Ford. Eloping abroad. Down Mexico way. Being so in love Under the stars. Sleeping rough in Thunderbird by Ford. Eventually it rusted. Down Mexico way. Darling children. Up and gone. Still I have you and Thunderbird by Ford. Engine almost had it's day Down Mexico way....

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Sprinkled stardust in your coffee As I watched you sit next to me Sip and let the dust flow through As star light flows out of you Enhancement of your beauty Exposing the mystery Sprinkled stardust in your coffee As I watched you sit next to me Nette's Stardust in an Octelle contest I could not find the form on poetry soup. First attempt at this...

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She blew stardust in my direction. How did I become her selection? Her love blankets my sad soul. filling up a heart that wasn't whole. I looked to heaven for an answer. God sent me this beautiful dancer. I hold her here close in my arms. Intoxicated by her charms. The ocean provides the backdrop. I pray this moment won't stop. Laying beneath a blanket...

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