Musty Poems - Poems about Musty

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Attic room paint, musty gray-blue fallen stars, moon's silver hues fairytale clutter, brother’s treasure map ......Read the rest...

...Where is the secret of the rainbow? At the edge of one's own life? Whence does it come, with those lovely pastel colours? Is it a heavenly art or a mere human illusion? Some form of an ......Read the rest...

...Spring, the mischievous libertine, Has twitched from the chrysalis of dull realities, Sneaking, slyly, among norms and tasteless thoughts, A live torch in the old auditoriums where science quivers......Read the rest...

...Hell The place of safety was dirty and cold The building smelt musty, damp and old Place of safety in which I was to roam Was, in fact, a children's home They clothed and fed me as little......Read the rest...

...Where is the secret of the rainbow? At the edge of one's own life? Whence does it come, with those lovely pastel colours? Is it a heavenly art or a mere human illusion? Some form of an ancient cr......Read the rest...

...Spontaneity 2-28-24 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Spontaneity Arthritic inertia, Absent of the Prime Mover, Bursts into astral fireflies of serendipity Coloring outside del......Read the rest...

...Growing out of childish pranks, With the storm and stress of turbulent teens, I locked within my mind’s cupboard, A portrait vaguely sketched, but never finished. Rough it was, though......Read the rest...

...He enters the neighborhood bitter from cold cases old grudges and gripes his musty breath is shallow stone cold coming from his angry nostrils transferred yet again for bad behavior after suc......Read the rest...

...It feels like the world has been struck by a plague of pathological lies, where fictional truth seems to sell better, the allure of imitation glistens even brighter, while superficial......Read the rest...

...Put 'em down and o'er to the side In them, your feet can no longer reside Old, hampered, and worn out are these dusties You wash 'em constantly but they're still stale and musty Old dusties j......Read the rest...

... There were special places where the mind could hide, way up in the branches of a tall tree, safe within a ball of leaves, halfway to heaven. Or on a bike aimlessly riding streets when the ......Read the rest...

...That Smell That smell I know But can not place Is from my youth A certain space That smell I know Is so familiar Musty and cold Like an root cellar That smell I know Brings me right ......Read the rest...

... An old kitchen dresser stood against a wall in the shed. Its drawers were full of things that kept a small boy occupied for hours. Retired kitchen gadgets, tools, balls of string and a tr......Read the rest...

... Upon a high, cobwebbed bookcase there lay a forlorn nutcracker who once ......Read the rest...

... "Some of us have secrets – William Tell." Some of us have secrets. Well, we all have secrets, William Tell. We sweep them under the carpet, or trade, for better th......Read the rest...