Yellowed Poems - Poems about Yellowed

... The story of my journey has many pages. I open to a one that is yellowed, old, crumbling. Oh, that park at the end of our street, where I would sit on a benc......

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...In my struggle for life I long I long to be free In my struggle for life I feel I feel like a prisoner Never to escape this place With its blackened walls And destroyed floors Torture and stru......

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... - One must make some choices, even if some may be scary - quote by poet Charming ancient cobblestone streets Buildings meticulously maintained Haunted castles with ......

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...I understood you in your silence, an ocean of ice under mute stars, where the shadows of time weigh heavily, a mountain of unspoken ash, your struggles, heavy curtains, hide cries of a shattered he......

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...A. INTRO AMERICAN CINQUAINS Adelaide's answer to the Japanese haiku Poems in shapely form, displaying syllables or stresses in a versatile refrain. B.DIDACT......

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...a forgotten hope chest – linen s!t!i!t!c!h!e!d with love by candlelight c r u m b l e now to the mere touch— past companionship … forgotten s n a t c h e s of conversati......

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... twelve of us he choose to paint sons of Jacob in an earthen jar so sturdy plonked us with vehemence directed by neuronal cells skull protecting scrambled delicacy ......

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...Though the carpet teemed with costumes, toys and figures, laid orderlessly, it was barren. Distant echoes of the battery powered monkey clapped naively through the still air, and its dim LED eyes s......

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...The sky is a Luciferian estuary rolling and roaring in crimson flames, a twisted design of detonated debris, like splitting sighs from internal implosions, raining fragments of the past: matc......

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... A surrealistic silence hangs sluggishly in the air, as I sit upon your violet clawfoot recliner, sorting fuchsia dresses into melancholic piles. An opal ring glistens while the sun drapes ov......

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...Lamentable, the family gathering on the other side of sunshine, with possessions no longer bothering, sans loving cups, draining of wine. Great-grands, grands, aunts, uncles, cousins an......

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...midnight dancer the ballerina turned round and round upon her pointed toes to the gentle sound of the music box before the lid was closed i followed from a distance watching as she......

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...In a library where time has paused to rest its heavy wings, two shadows float among the rows like phantoms lost in ink, where smoke rises like memories of a forgotten dream, two souls meet and bur......

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...At 13, I used old tissue paper to craft my best friend her wedding veil— a drapery, thrown together in a flurry, taping together parchment scraps, fragile and pale. I ripped my old notes to ......

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... “Dead leaves do not cease to exist. They live in another form, may be as nutrient to quicken another life. That way, every death is a doorway to another life”. ~ By Poet Last le......

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