Short Dust Covered Poems
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I caught a glimpse of
an old dust covered picture
where did time go?
a little shy boy-
now a handsome young man
finding himself
Years of collecting
Array of variety
Ready to clean house
Dust covered items
Sit in boxes
Awaiting new homes
Let the people dive in
Everything must go!
atop dust-covered clapboard
hanging sheets washed virgin white
wind-borne absolution encircled
she sang life's aria
distant sailor smiled
Written: 26 December 2020
No point in a phone when you're no longer known
And the sound of alone... is a dialling tone
6 October 2021 Extracted from ‘Cast Aside’
For Contest: Your Best Rhyming Couplet 3
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
carnival -- indoors
instead of outdoors -- has a
stifling air to it
silk wearing psychic --
mouth with an overbite -- tells
the future glibly
basketball game -- hoops
too small for tossing -- gives a
large dust-covered prize
Painted daisies, baby's breath beside roses
Chrysanthemums, carnations beside roses
Red roses beside pink roses
Still, Rose is gone; Petals fresh, ... dried, and crushed.
Dawn and dusk, and melted musk
Settle upon the dust-covered roses, covering Rose
Sadly
He watched the old barn
Wither, fade, weep
Forgotten by time.
Neglect
A dereliction of youth
Seeking the future
Forgetting the past.
The old harnesses cracked
Tools bent by gravity’s inertia
Dust covered dreams
Wilting in silence
As an old man
Watches
Dust covered webs clinging to longevity
oily dirt floors aching to feel the sun
hanging pull string lights swing
eerie shadows a-dance on coal blackened wood
creaking boards arthritic lament
stone walls weeping in the dark
©10/10/2019
Goosebumps Poetry Contest
A split second
a mere centimeter
separates champions
from fame's cheated ones
Who came in second
no one remembers
dust-covered records
airless embers
I shift my mind
through the wild trajectories
of life
I often feel I have turned the corner
refusing to the titterings of despair
I cannot hold back the spring
the snowman is no more
I must welcome summer
and hear the voices chattering
of travellers tales
from their dust bone journeys
Maybe – I wonder – just maybe – could there ever be
A way to ever find in space those famous candy bars?
Rocky, cold, red-dust covered is the planet with 1/3 our gravity.
Someday perhaps we’ll bring those chocolate bars with us to Mars!
For Line Gauthier's Bite Size Poem No14 Poetry Contest
dust covered photos
forgotten over the years
just recently found
old smiles brought to life
memories that make me laugh
emotions run wild
the more I dust them
the more faded they become
sun's rays have touched them
through the years they've shine
bringing joy into our house
one photo at a time
Empty chair,
in a silent room,
dust covered,
abandoned.
Ghosts of times past remember,
days of yesteryear.
7/20/12
TENDER VICTIMS (Children of Gaza Contest)
Dust-covered children,
With tear-streaked faces
And bloodshot eyes.
Orphaned. Abandoned.
Offered no respite--
Empty promises and lies.
Barefoot in rubble,
Tiny hands reaching,
Covered in flies.
Surrounded by debris,
Shattered homes,
With none to hear their cries.
The six o’clock news
Tells their story--
And gets one or two sighs.
dust.
tiny snow drifts.
come.
fall across these memories.
banish them from my sight.
change their vivid technicolor,
to solemn grey daguerrotype.
let me FORGET.
i can't bear the sight,
so cover them in dead skin cells,
dust mites,
dusty science things.
let them go,
lock them in a silent mausoleum.
some things are better forgotten,
some things best left to the past.
dust covered relics,
left to moulder.
It is a quiet room
Not designed for
But morphed into
A place of reflection.
Too old to hunt
I am left with my “trophies”
Dust covered mementos
Of an eager youth
Embracing the inherent danger
Facing the unknown
Daring to stare down the herd
Single out the prize
and wait
for the perfect moment
to click
send to cart.
Thus, I now sit
In my Amazon Trophy Room
Surrounded by…..
John G. Lawless
©12/14/2022
With lilting tongue and glittering eye, the Celtic potter chortles by.
His clay-browned hands delicately placing, kiln God's on shelves and window facings.
Minute figures of Sun and Moon, mystical men with beard and rune;
sheep wandering on grassy hills, all on clay placards for windowsills.
And tossed about through roof and rafter hung, pink and purple, from pilasters,
were all the glorious flowers' of Spring, saved, dust covered, on dangling strings.
More and more
its like a big-box-store
with what had been worn
(whether tattered or torn)
never given to the poor.
There's only rising prices
more and more.
While the making of beautiful
paintings or hours spent doing
needlecraft is tossed on piles
in frames
as detritus with no names
anymore.
Dust covered glassware
competes with sofa springs
for space on the floor
as other days bring fresh donations
of creations
to discard
more and more.
A “PAPA” coffee cup
Not quite as old as
Those who gave it to me.
An old metal stapler,
Part fastener, part weapon.
27 pencils which
Can never be found when needed.
Notes, scribbled cursive
The hieroglyphics of the elderly.
A seven and one half pound,
Dust covered, Dictionary/Thesaurus
A Poetry for Dummies manual
A collection of “mystery folders”
That I am afraid to open
An heirloom collection
Of paper clips
The scent of bacon
And pancakes….
Gotta go.
In cage, box and vault,
behind the well locked door;
he held his earthly treasurers,
counted by the score.
Dust covered purple amethysts,
lice laced parrot maws,
aged harem beauties;
lay on cushions bout the floor.
Each once had shone like starlight,
within the earthen core,
and danced or flown in far off lands,
which were their homes no more.
All tawdry now, decline their fate,
decay hung in the air,
but on he sat in darkness;
pondering his precious fare.