Rusting Poems - Poems about Rusting

...With remnants of mankind’s existence corroding His lighting extinguished, his concrete eroding The birds and the beasts have reconquered his space Those same birds and beasts have forgotten his fa......Read the rest...

...I know this feeling ... Like a metal rusting ... Like a thread pulling apart with every pull ... Like a stone eroding to soil .. I have felt this wind blow more times than I can remember ... I f......Read the rest...

...A heart for the Tin Man A brain for the old 'crow I Hello there, metal man, How do you do today? Dear tin brain Dear tin limbs. Oh dear! Weren't they always tin? Dear, gold ......Read the rest...

...What if tomorrow the sun suddenly stopped to burn All the birds had flown away because they had forgotten their song There were no more days only nights And the world had stopped to turn The ......Read the rest...

...I try so hard to love you up some I try to look presentable and handsome I try to cry my heart out tonight I try to fly with all of my might Understand, I’ve been surrendering to your sorrow S......Read the rest...

... The barn is hollowed by time, greased by phantom tractor engines. A rusting spade and shotgun, laid-up in the shadowy bygone. A dusty hayloft full of owl songs. The mice are out in the field......Read the rest...

...  Written: February 05, 2024 _____________________________________________ On twilit roads as dusk falls, from rivers to towers and walls, when lilting rhythms call, a......Read the rest...

... " Pardon me, if my soul has been p a i n t e d , with a lavender lake of solemnity, but, I'll f o r e v e r be a soulful siren, navigating midst neon s e a f o a m s , a......Read the rest...

... Each of us is born the main persona in the narrative of his or her own life. Through ever-changing atmosphere, supporting characters and diversity of settings, we help to mold the rising acti......Read the rest...

...But for these two things, My head would stop its imaginings, And the chance of a good nights sleep would not go begging. To my views I am sticking, In believing there may be a final reckoning......Read the rest...

...In parts of Derbyshire and Yorkshire there are still pit-valleys, where industry and nature collide, marry, and have their natural born children. The earth once gouged, raped and laid desolate,......Read the rest...

...A lways seeking the light, a beacon in the dark, B oldly facing challenges, leaving a lasting mark. C reating dreams in the canvas of the sky, D ancing with the stars......Read the rest...

...I am not a prisoner; I am chained. With these rusting iron chains, I am pained. I see the butterflies flying around. With absolutely no audible sound I see them even when I close my eyes. They......Read the rest...

...DEAD END STREET It’s where I once lived On a dead end street As I try to think back That road just ended It was just like my life When hope ran out And there at the end In a tall rusting f......Read the rest...

...summer rusting a winter dusting ~ crumbling leaves past readjusting By David Kavanagh......Read the rest...