Rusty Poems - Poems about Rusty

I didn't call him, just as the wind doesn't ask permission to caress the rusty leaves

I didn't call him, just as the wind doesn't ask permission to caress the rusty leaves,
I sat there, crushing the day in my palms like an old parchment of forgotten memories,
I let the water boil, and the shadow of the apple tree poured stories onto the tired grass,
He came unannounced, like an echo from another

Beyond Grief's Rusty Gate

so harrowing, life journey from radiant light to pitch-darkness - quote by poet.

 a (groaning) dread 
              nobody deserves 
to muddle through, 
       day after day; 
the loss of a spouse 
    

Rusty Knife

The job is done
Bruises and broken bones
He will live to see another day
"Just end him already" chants the crowd
F*cking psychopaths
Poor guy got what he deserved
Lucky him I made up my mind already
How sick you have got to be
To yell like that for a blood bath
He made his mistakes like everyone else
And yet, people act like

Close Shave

Before a misty morning mirror
above a half-filled basin
such cold water was I braving
simply to lave my face in
but the coldest cut of all
and it only hurts when I smile
I severely slit myself while
I was busy shaving
but did my frozen fingers fumble
or was it just a rusty razor
which sorely needs replacement
that figured in my defacement
as there

Dust stain

The shy sky sends rumours of a dustfall,
More murmurs of the impending clouds’ brawl.
The least swirls of dust unleashed ceased the light,
It roars for hours from town center with fright,
Staining gowns brown and making dirts dusty.
The morons, like iron, became rusty.

Beyond The Rusty Gate

“Such simple things in life
  can make it full and rife.”
                          _by Poet
The rusty gate was somehow left ajar;
behind, there lay a field of golden wheat.
Beside it, a dirt

Rusty Pipes

Rusty Pipes
Miracle Man 1/1/2025

He feared rusty pipes
so my friend drunk no water,
only alcohol!

Robert Gorelick Beryl Edmunds Collab Rusty Finds A Home Surprise

I woke up this morning to a Nice Surprise.
On Poetry Soup, I couldn't believe my eyes.
My Kitty Rusty became a Super Star.
Thanks to Poet Robert Gorelick's, Kindred Heart.

Robert and Beryl Edmunds wrote two Poems.
About our cat Rusty, and how we found him. 
Their great Poetry amazed my wife and I.
Can you hear us clapping for

Rusty leaves dance in the wind, carrying whispers of time that flows ceaselessly

Rusty leaves dance in the wind, carrying whispers of time that flows ceaselessly,
And I, a traveler on life's road, feel how each autumn brings me closer to my last autumn,
Like a cosmic clock ticking gently in the background, reminding me that all beauty is fleeting.
My thoughts fly free like migratory birds, unbound from the cage

Rusty Finds A Home! Collab

Rusty Finds A Home!

Rust-hued kitty’s shunned by day, ignored through the night
Unloved and discarded in a world numb to his plight
As he meows by a door
Rusty meets family Tor
Who give him a home, protection and love glowing bright
                 

A Rusty Locket and Muscadine Wine

In the hush of twilight’s gentle embrace,  
A locket swings, a whisper of grace.  
Its surface tarnished, like memories confined,  
Yet within its heart lies love intertwined.  

Muscadine wine spills dreams on the floor,  
Sweet as our laughter from days long before.  
With every sip, I taste summer’s glow,

Rusty swings

Nights that smell of dew,
days that smell of fresh grass,
flowers that bloom to be seen for a short time, 
leaving their fragrance in the air for us to feel that unforgettable instant.
Slippery days missed somewhere in the past.
Rusty swings forgotten in my backyard that bring back my childhood memories.









Columpios Oxidados.(Spanish)
Noches que huelen a rocío,
días que

Rusty Rake

Written: December 09, 2023
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solitary slope whispers below
by the vernacular aphonic
with a fierce wind and unbiased rock

bucolic vibe is ponderous
It's chameleon patois
In schizoid iridescence and fluffy sky

I decipher everything
while trudging uphill as blind
Into the mouth of irrational tempest
no reason to stay here

as haze

Rusty boy toy

.

             my visage heats
         unto mine embarrass

                   why me

        

Old Rusty Shriveled Shovel

It's rusty, old, holed.
Trustingly, it dug many 
holes in my past,
to bury reminiscent reminders.

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