Dusty Poems - Poems about Dusty

Dusty shelf still I look up to where they sit on a shelf high collecting dust once it seems so long ago I carried them everywhere with me and I did show them and I was so proud and in time I learned no one did care so there they sit dreams and ideals from when I was young so long ago still I love them and them I keep but now tucked away collecting...

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DUSTY POET Dust before donkey doomed a wicked whirlwind grains of wisdom wrinkle sand webs dust devitalise land here...

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Dusty roads take me out To the furthest reaches - To places not thought of Way off highway stretches - To the rocky vales where A lonely thrasher calls And scarcely people hear His excitable songs - To where a streamlet flows - Whatever it be named - Where a...

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“What we have once enjoyed we can never lose; all that we have loved deeply, becomes a part of us.” — Helen Keller On opening my dusty box of memories, ...

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tucked in the attic’s yawning mouth a box breathes dust and echoes time its edges worn, its ribbon frayed a tomb for moments left behind inside, the scent of paper ghosts of letters inked with trembling hands photographs curled like autumn leaves pressed in the weight of lost demands a locket, dull with tarnished love a ticket stub from laughter past a wilted rose, its...

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"Photographs escort us to hidden recesses of memory and bring before us rare moments lost in time"... By Poet Flitting through the pages of an old album, Picked up from an abandoned dusty box, I saw a discolored family photo- All of us posing in front of our old house, Sweeping me away by a tide memories. Among palm...

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My dusty box of memories can be compared to Aladdins wonderful lamp Yellow brass with a shiny and elegant appearance Everyone has a genie that...

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Here I am alone again, well, just me and kitty. It's quite peaceful and quiet and Kitty is comfy all curled up on her cotton quilt. The television is off and being that it's nearly 3:00am there are no sounds of traffic, trains or planes. Suddenly, the wind starts to pick up outside and my...

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“A parent's love will shield their pain so that new happiness can reign.” ...

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“Within a room, all wrapped in a comforter of cobwebs and dust, a vacuum full of memories.” Quote by _Poet Her grandmother's attic she walks into, Full of cobwebs, dust, and boxes in her view. Excited of the treasures that have been stored. Her imagination wanders as she went toward. Thrilling look, to unexpected findings. Valuables amid dusty boxes bindings. Forgotten...

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I never open that dusty box of memory, it's just another box of clutter left stored amongst other boxes of clutter in an attic with the door shut tight. There is never a time quite right to fling open the mind's dark shutter, let dust motes flit and flutter, put yesterday pains into the day's new treasury...

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"Great memories are the best kind to have but some memories bring a waterfall of tears." By Poet Memories are sleeping in an old dusty box. Even the ones I had forgotten about. Many years are awakening before me. Old love letters I now read and cry. Roses faded from a Valentine's Day dance. I feel each memory as I pull...

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"Memory is a treasure, once lost may never again be found" by poet As I clean my closet for the last time, each dress, each coat, I handle tenderly they remind of a life that once was mine when choosing tomatoes came easily and, taking a walk, I did leisurely At the back of the closet, there's a box I had forgotten,...

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THE DUSTY BOX OF MEMORIES I was not searching, but just stumbled on it Across a dusty box of memories in my brain Not the usual recollection of a pleasant time But some events that never seemed to rhyme Ones when remembered, do cause me pain And never deserving reference in any sonnet Those were many years spent working away A family growing...

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In the twilight of civilization, shadows stretch like dusty memories, Europe and America, once beacons, retreat wearily from the stage of history, Under the pale light of days gone by, the depths of collective memory stir, The new era makes its presence felt, a mechanism pulsing with the cold rhythm of innovation. On the brink of this dawn, the...

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