Attic Poems - Poems about Attic

Triviality concentrated static Overture to...

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Silently, stealthily, slowly He strolled with great care So as to avoid the floorboard That would squeak And seal his fate Smiling, sweating, successful He slid past the enemy That could terminate The solace he sought And savored Sulking, seething, sitting He swallowed day old soup And dreamt of caviar That could soothe his craving And his sanity Softly, safely, soberly He slipped into serenity Without a struggle Into the shelter of...

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unearthed belongings... gasps of pleasant astonishment; e u r e k a! white elephants galore... many treasures, too! fallen into decades of desuetude old clothes and shoes to be donated to charity; some books to be thrown away. a silver locket, I thought lost; inscribed with the word "Dreamer" on the inside. birthday gift many, many years ago from my first love. wow! ...

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In the attic of memories, where shadows dance and play A trunk overflowing with whispers, of yesterday Forgotten fragrances waft, like wisps of smoke and sighs As I rummage through the remnants, of love and goodbyes A faded photograph, like a fallen leaf, crumbles to dust Revealing the contours of a face, I thought I'd lost My grandmother's gentle eyes, like...

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anything can happen... as ridiculous as it sounds like a...lodged-hic can... end-tear one's mind and so some... 't'-(rain-a-sour-ass) rump starts yelling farts claiming that the game board is his and... so too...is your future len ...

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Written February 04, 2025, For contest Sponsored by: Constance La France Quote: Let the vintage box gather dust; it seems like no one will ever open it or discover it. By Poet ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Unseal all that unscathed...

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Attic Window The attic windows affect a particular anger for tax fraud. ...

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there's no one around you see it's just me and cliff ear buds help cushion the volume my smartphone warns me it could damage my ears i put it at full volume it's 9:40pm and the family are asleep this could go on all night cliff said he was proud he never adopted a hedonistic rock and roll lifestyle and never...

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In a house perched high on the edge of a hill, Where shadows waltz with the whispers of will, A tale unfolds of eerie delight, As the darkness encroaches, consuming the light. Once lived a girl, with laughter so bright, Her spirit, a beacon, took flight in the night. She danced with the moon and sang...

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Journals, diaries, and old love letters, recollections from a long ago me, Pulled form dusty bins hidden in attics, springing into life through fond memory. Read through misty eyes, those words of passion, of desires, worries, joy, death, and sorrow, Expressing our lust and undying love yearning to face what hides in tomorrow. Our eagerness of youth knew no boundaries, as...

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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 take flight. A sculptor's hand, with practiced, steady grace, Carved dreams in marble, a masterpiece in place. Lines flowed with precision, a language understood, Each...

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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 scattered all over the place. Should have had some order! How does one clear their mind and start over? They say prayers, patience, some guidance and will power can put a new...

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Erratic Static in Attic Horn Haiku being erratic seemed to be so much static which was in the attic ...

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Their footsteps returned as a shroud fell around me Hiding me from the heels of their jackened boots Direction was lost escape but a memory Shouting their curses re-echoing the past (Shadows Of Anne Frank: November, 2023) ...

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I see a rotting occlude on the drywall in my attic at the peak of the ceiling beyond the walls veil for outside of it I came as a worm in a large world at the very core of a rotting apple only being who I am to be cast out as an abomination hoped...

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