Short Rusts Poems

Use the trust 
You have in the lord before it rusts
If you don't use it you might turn into dust...

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Courage
is a steel pillar
that can stand perfectly still
even when it rusts
in the harshest rain...

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Kissed by the sun


The brightest light wears beautifully on my face
Shining in colors of copper, reds and rusts
Vivid rays comes from within warm invitation
Watch me shine
I was kissed by the sun...

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Ask me a question
don't ask to ask me a question
Tell me crawling little lies
that burrow inside
Squirming tingles
I can't keep the secrets
i have let go
Trust rusts and ruts
Lies idles slides ides
march...

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Angel dusts.
Harmony rusts
Unbroken bones
Oh sleeper of old
 the ancient one groans
Signals in a dream
Untampered and indestructible theme
Ending in grace
Such saved the very human race
Angels dust
Sleep know and pray not rust...

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She's

a

diamond

sun of snow,

envied by venus, 

lifting her peacock eyelashes 

to stargaze beyond pinkish petals of mild moonrise, 

enclosing rusts of rosy jealousy in ancient ruins like lotus Minerva.
...

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I love to keep busy dear owner,
why not understand,
a machine with no job rusts,
so am i too,

a soft dough in the skull, you call me brain,
give me a job or two,
this loneliness hurts me more than you,
dear heart,

busy, busy busy,
and am active and strong....

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Dunes
                       Unfurl
                 Fettered minds
              In gold teased hues
         Shadows writhe and quake
        As the sun rusts and wanes    
        Dusty waltz at dusk’s invite
 On curves caressed by zephyred breath
 Silhouettes of dreams on shifting sands...

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Whiteness on leaves
blood in threes
warriors and companions lie in the dirt

i heard a story
about men and glory
but no words could ever bring them back

i hear their song
for their deeds i long
but armor rusts over the years

no mantles to praise
no spirits to raise
the age of heroism has ended...

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For all the gates you build with traditions and inhibitions, change rusts each and every one of them, eventually.









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Date of Publication: 11 / 09 / 2016
Contest: One-Liner - The Rusted Gate
Sponsor: Rick Parise...

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Patio furniture dotting the curvature of Gaia's voluptuous breast
She smiles as it rusts while we war and we fuss
Clambering for what trinkets are left
She hums, coos and sings with each moment she brings
Selected from a chaotic choir
When she misses a beat
We all squirm in our seats
Vicariously feeding the fire...

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Huge waves of fore and after-play.
Sexual crests crashed 
into willing shores.
We slept snuggled together 
like puppies.

Rocking back and forth
on the top of a coastal cliff,
swaying over
a crooked front axle -
risky for an old Austin Mini,
with a corroded floor.

Memory rusts,
yet it was us
for a while....

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Willows wink cautiously, stream downtrodden steep cavern

fixed twelve ancient existence, dim lit dreamscape.

Draw scribble hitherto fortune gold melt, cent tenth.

Alas awake if could name such, surround rusts faded silence.

Quit sorrow dilemma yanked empire squander

tear victim of gravity’s twisted humor,

gather laughter…...

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A forgotten swing In a playground
Rusts until it breaks
A forgotten summer flower
A new blossom can not make.

A forgotten piece of bread
Turns mouldy through, and through
A forgotten green leaf fruit tree
Will never bare it's fruit.

If we forget each other
Every single day,
A forgotten human being
Will one day fade away.


Lynn Barany...

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Rivers rinse rocky riches
Rockets race revolutionary reaches
Rudeness rusts royal rewards
Righteousness reflects real ranks
Radios recreate retro refreshments
Relaxations restart revolting ranges
Roadways route routine regulations
Rational rage renders realisations
Restaurants reap ripe reviews
Readers remember robust resources....

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At others I grin
Pretending a grasp of sin… 

Much less a sin
Piercing one’s skin
Than that of a kin,
Scarcely a sin
Seen with another’s pin
Than with his Dry Gin,
Rather not a sin
Raising a din
Unlike faking a win,
No more of a sin 
Serving one fish’s fin
Than the rusts of a tin…

Join me to grin
At poor knowledge of sin....

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Tarnished tracks of thought

converge at dead end unknown,

frozen time in tunnel rusts

on scarlet scale of past,

stilled present disowned, rues in blue.

(English is my second language)

August 17, 2019
Syllable count : 5/7/7/6/8
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : Second Edition Of Wayra
Sponsored by : Nette Onclaud...

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reviving rusts revamping 
frolic feigning feasts
damped desires drooping 
mystic mists moaning 
puked passion plying 
tactic tier tucking 

sour scrunched smoothened
pleasant parks heightened 
dark dances darkened

fiery flames simpering
mocking mystic mists
towering; twigs twisting 

archaic aura blending 
brooding base bleeding. 
     19:11:15:10:25...

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The trees outside my window
Are in their budding phase,
With newborn leaves and blossoms
In their early spring displays.

I gaze at them forlornly,
Behind a pane of glass
And hope they aren’t autumn-like
Before this all shall pass.

Though fall’s my favorite season,
Those rusts and golds, I think,
Won’t dazzle near as much without
Their prior greens and pink....

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Whenever you come near by me


it rains in my heart-valley
whenever you vanish 
your body shades into 
my own tener  mind.

My eyes then trembles 
like a sharp blade of grass,
my long awaited doors 
opens for you to enter,
inviting you to a world of 
daydreams and nightmares
when it ends forever
it ruins and rusts in 
my own epitaph.


BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
www.williamsji.com...

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There rusts a bullet
With your name
Within my heart;
For a long while.

Yes, it could be easily removed;
But alas, with my life alone.
And as you know,
I don't want to die;
For death is not the name of love.
And death is not the end of birth.

Therefore let it be there,
The lonely bullet.
Because it is my second heart.
Let it be there;
For we are twins,
Male and female,
Man for short....

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I sit beneath you,
Indulge on your flesh.
Barely ripe, I slowly peel away skin.
I watch as you rot before my eyes,
Your peach tone rusts around the core,
expands through the veins.

You bleed across my hands.
Leaving your fruitful scent,
to sink between my pores.
The heat gives life to your perfume,
It rises in the light, spreads itself
across the air.

The summer’s slaughter is growing near....

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come one then apart of me
 life is but a mystery so care free
 the main objective is to believe

 in the one most willing to achieve
 soaring limbs a place to be
 there are pillars in my dungeon

 bother the one with whom we have to do
 the barren few on what we need to do
 there are diamonds in the ruff

 pay to keep in God we trust
 but like an old car she rusts
 keep a moment locked away from disgust...

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The steel rusts 
Rivers rush 
One last breath 
Suffocating underneath a haze of indifference 

This lifeless aura 
Piercing the stillness 
Dampening my disbelief 
In our chance to make it out alive 

Our greatest fears 
Thrust into the forefront 
Our deepest insecurities 
Crawling from below 

Through the fog and rain 
A blinding light pushes its way
Only to reach us someday 
Praying it’s not too late...

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I have been erased
no face
no name
Silence invades

I speak yet have no voice
no soul
no heart
Darkness I embrace

Invisible to the mirror
Into society I peer
no one sees
what does not exist

Asleep or awake
there is no existence to partake
Possessions collecting dust
While what does not exist rusts

Who am I, that never existed
That bleeds but never lived
Murdered by love
no matter

I do not exist...

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