#dust poems on Hello Poetry

trf Aug 2018

skipping stones along the shallow banks,
my toes numb from the cold mountain water,
flowing purposefully, free to escape
& moving with pride down the ranks.

I find my mind there, in this place,
where momentum is the only answer.
I turn my *** upstream, can't face the past,
but my prior storms of debris follow, biting back.

side arm throws & one eyed aims,
embraced by lies & I'm alone to blame,
in this place where time is free,
gold dust lace must find me.

Let's skips our stones and create minimal ripples.

#i #wish #was #*** #river #gold #dust #lace

III Aug 2018

Spring Cleaning

You seem like a thing of the past,
Like a book I've read years ago
And forgotten most of the plot to.

Though a vague structure of the events
Remains cemented forever in
The corners of my mind
More dark and unkempt,
The details that once made it hurt
Have withered into dust,
Now only scattered
In small concentrations
Across the ledges of my days
That I forgot once carried the weight
Of my adoration for you.

#love #books #dust #dark #corner

Aa Harvey Jul 2018

My Elegy

My Elegy

What are we, but dust in the wind,
A single grain of sand, upon a beach.
The merest speck of light,
In the great sun’s dazzling rays.
A mere moment, in eternity,
A mere second, in a life time.

For today we are here,
Then tomorrow we are gone.
So remember to live life to the fullest
And capture and taste every sweet moment.
For they are few and far between,
But we remember them, as remarkable things.
But unfortunately for us,
They don't happen very often.

(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

#death #poetry #elegy #sand #dust #humanity #time #life #memories

George Krokos Jul 2018

Ode To The Dust

O dust! you settle down naturally on any exposed surface
over a period of time it seems without much of a purpose
other than to indicate that some time has obviously passed
as before there on we observed a brighter sheen was cast.

You also seem to appear and come down out of nowhere
because of the fact that you're an insignificantly small fare
nobody around suspects the character of your real nature
or questions how and why you are made; of what stature.

People will say that you are of certain air-borne particles
which are picked up and carried around like some articles
and deposited where fate has destined them to be placed
on any exposed surface that their presence has disgraced,

This may be true to a point but isn't an absolute or final answer
as you are so fine and small it begs one to delve much further;
if the atmosphere of the earth supports all life as we know it
then it too must be a living thing and the dust just proves it.

Particularly in respect of each living thing producing its own waste
the atmosphere itself being so pervasive can't be dismissed in haste
because it too would have to live and feed on whatever sustains it
and leave behind most of the dust as excreta as a justification of it.

The question one could ask next is what would the atmosphere live on?
and the answer might just be whatever is available such as energy from
the sun, stars and space itself which are all parts of the cosmic sea above
along with the earth and its oceans that it envelopes as a protective glove.

However it is noted that no dust settles on an exposed surface in a vacuum
because there's no atmosphere apparently there we would have to presume
hence all of space itself isn't some kind of great vacuum but a living entity
we've come to call the Universe being the body of God the Eternal Verity.
_________

Written in 2017

#dust #ode #time #surface #vacuum #atmosphere #entity #universe #god #nature

sunprincess Jul 2018

A snapshot of Texas

Dust rules both, the day and night
A solo sun beats a very loud drum,
And skinny birds take off in flight
Still cowboys sing tunes and hum
Way up high the moon sails on by
In this place as big as the sky

#texas #cowboys #sun #dust

Inked Quill Jul 2018

Untitled

To go back
To his hands
Skimming through
Dust and stars
Her brown skin
Quivering
Hid secrets
Only his touch
Could show light

#sensual #stars #dust #light #hands #love #romance #amwriting

nim Jul 2018

turned into dust

"take my hand", I said
but you couldn't catch me
because I've already
turned into dust
and now the only way to get me
is to salute the wind
and I never wanted you to know
but that's why I lived;
the only reason was
the hope that one day
you'd see what I see,
miracles and beauty;
that you'd love life through nature
I put my soul into making it better

but yet, I never thought
you'd never salute my migrating grave
I never expected you didn't care
never saw you don't think of me
never saw, never saw
you don't love me

maybe it's better,
that I've turned into dust.

#depression #sadness #death #life #unreal #dust #shadow #reaper

CasiDia Jul 2018

paradoxes and parables

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧
                                                                            the day ends
                                                                         singing to us
                                                                       ourselves to
                                                                     each-other
                                                                   of the hour
                                                                 to a minute
                                                              on the clock
                                                           we drink roses
                                                        for fading embers
                                                        the burning match
                                                         that proverbial breath
                                                                the familiar pull
                                                                  towards dreams
                                                                    towards sorrow
                                                                                 the pain
                                                                                    the joy
                                                                                       from
                                                                                     dust
                                                                                     to
                                                                               dust
                                                                          emptiness
                                                                      orderliness
                                                                 indifference
                                                        mounds of gold
                                                    ignorant shiny
                                                 pile of ashes
                                               enlightened
                                            afterthought
                                         in the morning
                                       in the evening
                                        all the beauty
                                         is all suffering
                                          living forever
                                           dying together
                                             hands over fists
:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

#kafkaesque #morning #evening #beauty #shiny #dust #pull #dreams #sorrow #pain