Rusting Poems - Poems about Rusting

Fire is a spirit, crackling vibrations, sirring catalyst; force and energy of the midday sun. I raced over mountains, caressed hairs of strong forests and rolled over balling rivers. But this dour fluorescence Is a used canister rusting to dust where doting memories of the midday sun lazy along the silver line into the grove of silence....

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*Image of Out in the Rain by Gifer Rusting In Seattle Prompt rain starts~~I without an umbrella makes me feel dumb & dumber 2020 August 24 *1st Place* STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (27) ,any form,any theme ~~Brian Strand: Judged 2020 August 27...

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Auburn swirls of wind-laden leaves coast to the cleat-torn orifices of soggy, mud-clung grass. That massed flapping pile time capsule of summer sunsets is crushed with entering steps like the rusting rain refrain. A shorn sheep freezes from dusk until dawn, following a downward descending path, tattered and weather worn. Stepping stone pieces beneath our feet beat against earthen clay like the rusting...

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Trump Disgusting and Hair Rusting Without a doubt Trump is disgusting, And after women likes to be lusting; Messing around, We have found; Not only that, hair has been rusting. Jim Horn...

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My mind has all but left my head. Chest is filling with panic and dread Dried tears I cry all alone The cage I've created has become my home My soul is rusted,as...

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Red, Brown, Gunned down, A manchine ceased to be Oxidised Realised Brutalised Catharsis empathised Our fate it seemed to be Hopeful Fruitless Helpfull Useless Your minds bent eye sees me I lie here shunned Yearning Turned To dust as you do sleep But one man sees me Joyful Insightful Ecstatic for my bones Use is deemed Beyond whats seemed From rusted parts and skin Inside what counts Is what amounts To what comes from within...

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Sitting alone again, Watching the world go by, Counting minutes, The clock is spinning, I hate being helpless, Hearing taps on the wall, Locking my heart in, Rusting soul, Time is just passing, Again falling apart....

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The thunder roars The lightning flashed the wind is strong And raindrops dance on rusting sheets Of galvanize She clung to me, trembling and cold as the Thunder roared with anger and the lightening Struck, its violent brightness illuminating the Old barn, illustrating the glittering wetness Of her soft silky skin, she jumped and I held Her close As the lighting...

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