Yellowed Poems - Poems about Yellowed

... A lonely sentinel on a busy street, The telephone booth, a bittersweet retreat. Its glass panes smudged with countless hurried hands, A silent witness to forgotten lands. Within its cram......

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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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...At the crossroads of time, when a poet fades into silence, His words remain to dance, carried by the wind's resilience, Whispering untold stories to ears that have yet to hear, Secrets hidden in e......

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...You marrow-deep in the bone-dry field, sprawled like a wishbone snapped wrong- the ground drinks your weight, but won't swallow you whole. wind combs its fingers through the wheat, a mother's ......

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... Yellowed photos, The old album's edges were worn, Searching for the lost days, the traces left behind, A pang in the heart, a longing that stings, Like the two strings of a dombra that slowly s......

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... Self Analysis Miracle man 1/31/2025 I’m like an old book that sits on a shelf, Dog eared pages reveal things about myself. my pages are yellowed and worn from my years, some chapter......

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...I am a son of the dark continent By conception and ancestral offshoot This black earth, Where my dark ancestors deposited The birth right of my life In the dark bowels of our black sacred ear......

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...Spaghetti drips from old-fashioned lips like a cascading waterfall; the pics, yellowed; and clothes, of three fellows, sepia-toned. Commonality of hunger or mere curiosity as directed at ......

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