Lusterless Poems - Poems about Lusterless

In a world where I do not exist

...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...

Tropical Topaz Tranquility

...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...

Lets Tango

...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...

Late Poems

...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...

Emerging From Gray

...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 ...

Regaining Sheen

...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...

The Storyman

...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...

The Contemplation of An Augmentation

...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...

Wanted: Queen of Stars

...(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 ...

The Certain Face

...—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,
...

The Lusterless God

...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...

She

...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...

The Old Man of Merces1

...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

...

A Nightmare

...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...

And With Merriest Spirit

...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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