Attic Poems - Poems about Attic

...FEAR NOT TO VISION Fear not to vision Trust to catch stardust from Whence we came Create a new World, woven With Peace and Patience Fear not the glaring blaze of Light It dazzles us with ......Read the rest...

...Cobwebs cling to memories, whisper in the gloom, Once vibrant threads of knowledge, shrouded in a tomb. Skills like dusty treasures, hidden from the light, Yearning for a touch, a chance to tak......Read the rest...

...Didn’t attend Harvard, Yale nor Stanford Don’t have a High IQ Possess determination to pursue Possess life knowledge through living education True smart is common sense and understanding Higher ......Read the rest...

...In the attic of your heart, they dwell, Like forgotten relics in a spell, Their whispers soft, a distant stream, In the labyrinth of your surreal dream. Within this dream, your parents a......Read the rest...

...There's a space with no light. So much crammed up there! Wonderful treasures in the front, Trash in behind. Images and memories all muddled together. Loads of ideas and half thought out plans s......Read the rest...

...A lonesome attic, Broken by tragic farewells, Tolling the death bells.......Read the rest...

... In Battery Point, two centuries stayed Settlers’ cottage, compact, sandstone stoic Paired attic windows see civility made From grim past pioneering treachery awoke ......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Attic room paint, musty gray-blue fallen stars, moon's silver hues fairytale clutter, brother’s treasure map ......Read the rest...

... Rummaging in my attic- found in a withered white box; one each for the three of them- my son's and two daughter's births. Small treasures, hidden for years discovered as ......Read the rest...

...MORE THAN EPHEMERA A dusty attic one must reorganise Unlabelled boxes trying to hide There will be at least one surprise A diary and postcard tucked inside A letter from a mother at the end ......Read the rest...

...He sits in the attic all day, trimming his fur A creature without a name or a country Climbs into my closet an hour before bedtime I sense him, but cannot see him For he can be invisible when he ......Read the rest...

...Moortje was left behind (Anne Frank's poor sweet feline) It'd be hard to keep her plus without her, cheaper --to take care of the folks but she'd miss Anne's soft strokes --and all he......Read the rest...

...that call, a face porcelain pressed against glass and dead eyes wrought from an attic room watching us her name badge was irrelevant “No, those top rooms are not used, full ......Read the rest...

...As one grows old, when evening approaches, memories too lengthen like shadows. Now I remember more often my parents wondering how much sweat and toil they had shed to make their children comfortable,......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...