Creaking Poems - Poems about Creaking

...1st wind, childhood 2nd wind, jobs, career 3rd wind, elder life. ___I___ Many do so wonder... After exhausting what there is in business Politics, l......Read the rest...

...On a ship of fools without direction, Along a circuitous trajection, Sailors from every land and nation Drift not by chart, but hallucination, And their lofty voices, at once speaking ......Read the rest...

...Whispers of sound in the dark of night that I can almost hear calling from far away just outside so very close whispers of stories once told to me the lapping of wavelets and bumper......Read the rest...

...Through the many days Up and down marking each their hours So do minds sail their curious course. With each weighed anchor leaving swirling trails Showing the world what the bottom had, then to......Read the rest...

...We were vacationing in the state of palm trees and seashore in September's mild loveliness. Me, a sexagenarian widow, hobbled by arthritis in my knees. As my family enjoyed the surf, I sat cont......Read the rest...

...Monday blues are preceded by Sunday yellows And I have always hated these Sunday afternoons To me, they feel so lazy I watch as the world turns silent and still No noise except for the cr......Read the rest...

...In the outskirts, where whispers weave through the wind, there stands a farmhouse, its timbers groaning with secrets, a silhouette etched against the horizon’s fading light. Once, it was alive, ......Read the rest...

...A crumbling cabin, a jungle deep, An old soldier trudging by, Imagining he heard, in the breeze, A ghostly, wounded sigh. This elder sat 'neath a mangrove To ease his creaking bones, His une......Read the rest...

...He died in a sudden in a world untamed and a burden to his own flailing calmness yet nevertheless Hegg was dead dead for her and for her the earth, kingdoms, seas and all un......Read the rest...

...Dark Matters burn; a new age will beckon Ancient plans turn; with creaking tendons providence a blight, hidden in questions. Made of the aether; not of the heavens. Coalescing tangles and conne......Read the rest...

...It begins every day with strange sounds I would say rising up, to a mornings sun rays. There is cracking and creaking and parts even squeaking strange music my bones seem to play. There is ......Read the rest...

...The drifts move their white weight as if the heaps themselves were snowplows. Again the sky dumps afterthoughts, the packed mounds are remodeled under new wind-plantings. When the land is a......Read the rest...

...Beyond the wave-sacked pebbles lie the pockmarked dunes, sea-wind swept heaps, burrowed by the claws of scaly thrashers. Here they huddle, the working class, flogging grim pleasures, wolfing ......Read the rest...

...------------------------- I stepped into the dark corridor, and by an accidental touch of kindness, I entered into the haunted tower of time, like a sonata full of hope born and dreams of kisses ......Read the rest...

...Where the white gnaws a brook, black Ash trees sink waist high in a smoking frost. My coat is a rook's shadow. I need to thaw a fumed silhouette, warm my breath from old body embers. A......Read the rest...