Dustings Poems - Poems about Dustings

... 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 viri......

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...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......

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... 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.......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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

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...~ 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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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

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...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......

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...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......

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