Yellowed Poems - Poems about Yellowed

...Quote:"True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories."-- Florence King In the quiet folds of memory's embrace, Where whispers of the past find their place, There lies a fr......Read the rest...

...old newspapers, stacked, saved yellow and crumble with age something significant, lost if touched chemical reaction with mere air maybe once it was there for all to see an element of fame, reco......Read the rest...

...She found some mementoes stored in a box before the new owners came to change the locks. An assortment of items almost forgotten now partly hidden under protective cotton. The items were in her l......Read the rest...

...Vincent van Gogh colourist often with yellowed orange did insist In manic depressive mood swings this painting* was his last fling......Read the rest...

...Not only a dusty attic, crammed with forgotten things, But a bittersweet symphony, the heart in memory sings. The air hangs heavy, thick with "what ifs" and "maybes" past, A faded photograph, a ......Read the rest...

...Tattered pages lay yellowed by years aging waiting to be touched and rewrote to become the perfect poem......Read the rest...

...TIME IS LIKE A COSMIC RIVER Time is like a cosmic river running to a somewhere sea, As wide as all existence, long as eternity. Time to be or not to be, time either foe or friend. ......Read the rest...

...Oh, would that all be silent Save for those that ain’t And those who cannot write Be left alone to paint As I struggle with the syllables Shouting that “I cain’t”. But then again Some noise is......Read the rest...

...I find small groups of words huddled Bound together and befuddled Their meanings over time now muddled Yellowed lies of passing dogs now puddled Others rant, claim they’ve been born again Lost......Read the rest...

...We shall return one day, to the golden age of silences, Where we once dreamt, and time has woven legends in waiting. We will pass through memories where the violin broke its voice, As a sweet-blue......Read the rest...

...After the sun sets Before the moon peeks Coldly over frosted ponds Daylight hovers behind the curtain Enjoying a cup of darkness Flirting with the shadows Gliding easily across the stage Hunge......Read the rest...

...Tear by on a Friday Doing 75 down Sharon Road Short cut up north through the federal woods Back here No one knows from US-127 About the clear-cutting as far as the eye can see Or the heads ......Read the rest...

...The toughest thing about Homer’s Odyssey Is that it is written in Greek The trouble with mine it seems It’s written in words ya can’t speak For Homer had Satyr’s and Harpies And trickery tucke......Read the rest...

... snow clouds hang against the yellowed lawn.... red camellia blooms ......Read the rest...

...I: cherry blossoms wither in morning sun whither life is bound II: rain washed worn steps to temple tight-fitting sandals III: passersby drop coins in dented singing bowl gnarled finger......Read the rest...