Patina Poems - Poems about Patina

Crossroads are where demons and angels collide. Where character's tested by the yellow fangs of fire. A place where conscious is perched atop slippery stakes, and brimstone snakes rise up to rattle St. Peter's gate. Where Robert Johnson sold his soul for a guitar of deep blue notes. Where temptation is often throbbing, and goodness...

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age crawls explores on bended knees stands tall, takes flight to flee as if pursued by marauding thieves from a rocking chair on rotting porch I stare without remorse across snowy fields valleys and forks past fallen walls that crumbled in a compilation of refrain life passed on parade silhouettes marched silent soldiers masked the pain a funhouse mirror reflected fractures unrepaired of me, myself...

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Sky of satin holds you like the mesmeric moon, I ride on the wings of cloud, trying to reach you, fly with dormant desire to your shimmering halo, eye draped in tapestry of dream laced by your hue. You bejewel the crown of scenic sky I call mine, new turquoise trail traced only for me you show. True sense of love...

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a lay (lei) Took a walk in poetry’s field, many poems caught my appeal. Planting of new notions I saw and older verse puts me in awe. Metaphor, hyperbole, rhyme alliteration, form take time. Patina on each unique write shows poem's polish and sheds light. January 13, 2020...

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Is snow heavy or light a dandelion's weightless flight or a heavy heart sinking tonight puffballs, snowballs and a patina of gold....

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Painful painted paragraph pages, paisley pale, pulsating paper passing passion, passive pastoral patchwork patchouli, patina pathos pauses. __________________________________ October 23, 2019 Poetry/Alliteration/Patina Pauses Copyright Protected, ID 19-1190-761-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Written for the contest, Tautogram sponsor, Eve Roper First Place...

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A strange thing happened when in a sudden spurt of morning sun I looked fervently at the slender blade of a wafting grass sprouting on wayside spring pasture, it instantly became a surge of beauty that blew me away to a new verdant world I made of you. From the dancing waves of emotive sea the penchant surfs of my mind draped you in aquamarine...

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THE SALTY SEA DOG My late uncle spent many years at sea I can still recall every single line on his aging face His weather beaten skin had a patina built up from exposure to the elements, it reminded me of tanned dark mahogany leather Those piercing blue eyes, still as bright as the sunshine would hold my gaze as he told...

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Behind the counter smiling pleasantly at all the customers, she was a doll. Dark velvet hair and brown-green eyes had she - eyes big and bright inside a face quite small. I asked her name that day. It was a name I’d never heard before, and yet it fit this girl so well. Her name was like the frame of cheer she...

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smoothness imbued with character his essence imbedded deeply in every crevice sweet oils of everyday labor lubricating its monotony burnishing the hard patina of life ©6/29/2018 for Patina Poetry Contest...

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PATINA OF PAIN Beneath the kaleidoscopic chameleon skin the concept called color doesn’t ever change, as red stream in the vein blood flows always thin. The truth dwells beyond the frail deception range. The ephemeral sheen of the mask on the face melts in unshed tears behind the pensive eye. In the shadow of stifled shame it begins to trace a track...

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You've lost some hair and maybe put on a few pounds, and perhaps you're not so spry anymore. Years add coats to ...

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His skin like the patina of worn out leather, burnt and cracked from many hours in the sun. Across the wide plains in the hot Texas weather, he rode tall in the saddle to get the job done. North to Kansas City on this last cattle drive; then back down to Fort Worth he hoped to survive. Weary and tired from...

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I love my city for the old architecture that can be found in the downtown area. The beautiful fading homes that hold so much charm and the many copper, patina roofs and details scattered throughout on many Gothic buildings. A walk is so lovely. I often go for strolls down shady streets, passing majestic homes. Wishing I could...

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Over time I’ve sat here in my home And life has come and gone And time has flown And all the things have gotten old Just like my looks and soul And I sit here staring at the antiques And I see the patina and my eyes weep The greeny brown film is covering everything And if I had the eyes to see Maybe...

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