Dustings Poems - Poems about Dustings

...Alabaster streaks of warmth in its dewy first glow, tepidly stirring the senses, as my gaze roams to the trickle of ebony beads; in the distance, chimes of granular dustings, with fragran......Read the rest...

... When winter sleeps… ….earth’s colors drain, like falling rain again and again its steady strum, a hypnotic song a quiet lull, a settling balm.......Read the rest...

...Beneath the forest's canopy, the bluebells glimmer in quiver, Dancing on a carpet of blue, flowers that lead in the ether. A bass clef fluttering of nectar's verse, they open secret trails, And qu......Read the rest...

...Deluged with the nostalgic era of you, Your lush verdant scent lining Wistful sentiments upon idle reflections Scattered in fragments and fine dustings, as I acquaint myself with futile intric......Read the rest...

...Fragile flower, buttercup Swaying to and fro, dancing like Inspiration, swallowing up the dark With its rhythm, gentle and soft Caressing the breathless moments With hope, kindness and grace Fe......Read the rest...

...I, too, dislike poems. I’ve tried runes (and rampikes) but that’s affected rather than merely effete. So I call them figments. When people query What do you write? at a barbecue or birthday p......Read the rest...

... Something is missing from our winter days which seem irregular from former years. This is mysterious in many ways- although convenient, winter has changed......Read the rest...

...~ Winter breathes in sepia tones along a lonely two lane street divided amongst the sweeping frozen dunes now forced into shouldered amnesty Street lights shiver in snowcapped bonnets wh......Read the rest...

...I woke trembling on the threshold of dawn as dappled sunlight through my window shone Upon my primed canvas there had been drawn a masculine image with finely chiseled cheekbones What vi......Read the rest...

...I am winter I can hear the birds singing, calling for the sun to rise from dark branches scraping an alabaster sky Full of life they sound, perched high above a frosted lawn, clinging t......Read the rest...

...Rich dark blanket of night, Silken wrapper, inducer of sleep, You sooth the glare of harsh daylight strivings. Half of the world sinks into rest. Beyond the soft, tenebrous cloak: infinite brig......Read the rest...

...Avalanche Avalanched blizzards' cold dustings envelope: forests, gulleys, hillsides-- intentionally juxtaposing life... making necrose obstacles painstakingly quiver, ......Read the rest...

...Mendacities wear smiles made of porcelain with teeth more the stature of fangs which drip poison of an end to which I find myself entrusted; shattering is for the mirrors, and being is the soul’s lik......Read the rest...

...We have an agreement myself and I, Today is the day I'm not going to cry, A good day ahead is all I can hope, I promise myself I won't sit round and mope. We have an agreement myself an......Read the rest...