Stain Poems - Poems about 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....

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The war stains my eyes, Of unheard screams. So loud that I think, My eardrums will bleed. I'm centered on ground. The dirt beneath my feet, The crumbling society. And the guns taking my seat. My wife is dearly missed, Dead or Alive. If I see her again, They say "I won't thrive". A man is a man, And a gun is a gun, Be one, which one? Does it...

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Hes only moving forward Every moment framed like novelty He scrubs but the memories remain Cant wash away the lingering pain If he's the shepherd will we rally? Well you would choose to sleep immortal, wash the future from your brain Watch you slink down moonlit alleys Every atom of his body tears through choices he refrains But hes only moving forward Every moment...

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Keyed up on an old couch in the front yard, lying beside you and your golden smile; We followed the stars and gave in awhile, rational thought irrevocably jarred; All the party favors left now are charred; Trying to let go that’s when you beguile, internally I beg turn down the dial; You are a magnet and I’m drawn too hard; Started to...

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"The Stain Crusaders" Plath left the pages long ago and Bacharach’s Blue-on-Blue is an ineffectual softer numb-shade-of-Blue dear green green Anthropocene this much is true with all the I love you’s the wandering crusaders are far far removed sitting atop their soap boxes sudsing up all the rooms the silent stains in the poetic are hard to remove Ajax came coding unseen like anticeptic...

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unnoticeable the smallest of tiny stains eats at fashion's brain...

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Blank for poetry For the first time, I’m blank No poetic rhythm or vocabulary connoisseurship Just plainly and utterly blank I’m searching and scouring Not finding the right words Or any words at all I’m just...blank Maybe that’s what this does to you This way of being deliberately broken With such a piercing pain it echoes through the shards of sobs As I...

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What is that sticky substance Right on my kitchen floor? It's only in one spot, I can't see any more. Could it be a piece of gum? I can't figure it out. Maybe some milk gravy Or a tiny splash of grout. It's a bit embarrassing And rarely is it seen. Like the rest of my house, I like to keep my kitchen clean. I have to...

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only i can heal the wounds of time. my lungs feel heavy, full of sand my room is too quiet i sit at my laptop type three words then delete all of them because my mind can’t understand why you’d want us to lose i send 13 texts unlucky number, i know but it’s the word limit for us i...

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So far, the reddest river But does not flow forever: A coursing through enclosures Vessels furnishing closures… For journeys should Heart Pump thank: They would cease, if The Heart Sank To be left a congealed mass While owners eyes ‘doomed shut glass…’ Lots of information stores, Not the same a saint’s and a whore’s; Medics who checked the river Could pick out one with fever… Many things...

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Macbeth, remove this blood, I command you! Give me the strength to see another day through It’s hit me what I’ve truly done Sanity has been lost but power has been won Was it worth it all? Or should I take the fall? Out of this castle, should I leap? Or should it be considered not so...

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SINS UGLY STAIN It took David quite awhile When guilty of deep sin To recognize his guilt And then be cleansed within Solomon ran amuck For many wicked years And did a lot of damage Before his repenting tears Even worse was Manassah A really wicked king He suffered grief affliction Before his cleanse within Oh, let us know, my friend, Before we repent too late It doesn't pay too...

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How beautiful it is, To believe you loved me.. To let your eyelashes blink flecks of stardust on my skin.. Permanently staining me with your essence.. Oh, love. It burned at first, just a little God.. It was worth it....

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My heart covered slush I was naked before Him And in all my making in this He saw before me My essence my trueness My heart was open unto lewdness My stain heart Filthy is my heart Yet in Him instilling His virtue Into me I chose to receive That which Is the righteous of Him And in...

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a sadness seeps into the soul where sanctity is living caused by the heart's fondest desire for human love not given a dance on passion's summer night in bonded moves preciseness with risk of life in full moonlight by drunk hands fools are driven final pronouncement of demise departure and defeat makes salt-rivers of dry eyes whose agony it seeks and in a voiceless, muted...

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