Lusterless Poems - Poems about Lusterless

...In a world where I do not exist, stars will still glow like sequins of lilac. Nightingales would serenade hope, fields of fickleness would fade, unfolding grains of gold in bloom, cu......

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...I woke up to the soft marigold melodies of whistling waves, reverberating in turquoise tunes, stirring the sleeping sunrise within my soul, while the hermit crabs, soaked in......

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...The anatomy of a poet’s heart ebbs and flows~ sometimes like the swirling ocean, fluent in idyllic idioms and mystical metaphors, woven from aesthetic elements of nature, for inspi......

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...The apples are old only good for smelling. They will rot returning to the earth via the city dump. For now they fill the kitchen with Autumnal tones and woodland tints. The rot of this seas......

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...A biting wind with broken teeth, has left its blackened stumps hanging from the limbs of disrobed trees A washed-out daylight seeps gray. The streets were bareboned, greenery lusterless and ......

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...rarely a pearl rolls onto the shores of your life timing must be just right cadence and tide humble downward glance onto the wet sand where it all began despite the temptation to keep i......

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...a storyman runs out of stories he's deprived of oxygen a lusterless butterfly chained to straight paths the deadest of ends in sight a fading dreamer in a burnt out lullaby funny thing a......

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...Living layers of being tugged around scraps of lusterless metal shape the man who was Or is it the other way around He can not tell anymore Improvements or subpar substitutions He marches on desp......

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...(Prelude) A practicing hermit comes ‘board the train— "Faux Pas Degenerate’s the name." The sundial dust of a spider on silken words retires; Easy now with walking ‘fore the secret slips ......

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...—Oh, it’s a terrible thing to see— Look; the face, that ugly face reflected in a broken mirror. It’s a daffodil, the dream of Narcissus’, it’s an inevitable arrogance, the karma of Hamlet’s, ......

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...imagine for a second that all the hogwash bull*****fiction spun by you spin doctors whipping up your religions & churning your lies like butta, was scientifically proven tomorrow--- imagine that t......

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...honey brown skin warm, soft black angel hair long, lovely now lusterless with dead doll eyes and skin like parchment cold, colorless her deep red lips now unable to utter a single beautiful noise......

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...The Old man of Merces His wrinkled face bearing slaps of time His eyes barren like a desert starved of rain Glittering they must be during his prime Crumbling body holding spirit in chain ......

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...pale moon rises in vermilion skies ashes and screams erupt from the pyre lusterless eyes beseech me to join their throng lifeless hands stretch forth from the fire imploring me to cast off my inn......

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...Dream up another Christmas: with snowflakes softly falling as tiny fragments of a comet, that have traveled a millennia of light years, to reach your cold hands awaiting their warmth, before some......

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