Dustless Poems - Poems about Dustless

...[With a nod to the Bard] We are the moving dust, we are the breathing dust, we are the seeing dust, we are the living dust. But how, you ask, and rightly so, can dust fall asleep, dream......Read the rest...

...They were photographs of younger days protected from dust in a shoe box, sense my trepidation opening it; impatience fustrates, anxiety overwhelms, lifting the untaped top is a paradox... have t......Read the rest...

... The Simplest of Pleasure The glorious big television  The cable box, dustless as can be be Flanked by two flamess candles Dancing ever so cheerfully The mahogany table on which i......Read the rest...

...Into the sea spring tides of the river flow, Out of sea tides does the rising moon glow. Glittering waves roll on thousands of miles, All rivers are robed by lunar beams in piles. The river twi......Read the rest...

...Where Has All The Beauty Gone? There is no time like the now times, The ever-present blood-swooshing times. Time again to surrender as a smitten lover surrenders, To the never-ending rhapsodies......Read the rest...

...Good Morning Night Owl. Why do we leave the light on? Where the Lamp-post sheds its skin. The Trumpet pours, the passion flour. Our constitution is number 1. A dustless preamble. Borderline mas......Read the rest...

...STRANGER HOLDS UMBRELLA Rhythmic ripples of an h2o body, smooth saunter of disciplined legs, shadow in the dark, headless apparition. umbrella held steady, with a dustless glove. ......Read the rest...

...For Aleppo What is the joy of war if not the fragments of blood sprinkled unholily on the ground? Aleppo has seen this braveness and succumbed that the testament lies in the swords and armours......Read the rest...

...My nightmare filled with streaks of saintly garb rousing the flares of benevolence and the strokes of compassionate ink scribbled on to the snow-hued papyrus. The fields of golden grains unm......Read the rest...

...The air is thick with memory - A fog of reminiscence. Or is it simply mist Rolling through the window? I feel the wind and taste the salt, Hear the distant pulse of waves Keeping time, skipp......Read the rest...

...Recollections of childhood when life was simplistic, brings to memory, days filled of toilsome work and long hours. Yet in its own way, bestows feelings of warmth, safety and at given times, even c......Read the rest...

... beauty can be found in the simplist of things joy can abound from a cloud's silver lining answers can be found dustless and shining wherever you turn don't stray down along the path of n......Read the rest...