Best Cellar Poems

The cellar door where I could find him,

just dreaming his cares away,

thinking of his younger days,

when he would roam

the back woods looking

for rabbits or a bird or two.


Cellar door was where he always

laid to escape the hot summer sun

and to take in the cool breezes,

that...

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There is a woodpile in my in-laws’ cellar, and some coal, but other rumored things also.
And it has been there a long time since anyone tripped down these broken concrete steps.
Maybe twenty or thirty years; we inherited this home a long time ago.
We have sold...

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Behind the window-pane I stand
rubbing mist away
From a distance I watch them
holding hands
as Santa Clause pass by
upon his Christmas sleigh
 Slow,So slow they walk
towards a mistletoe
He removes the veil
which covers her grey
beneath the falling snow
He kisses deep wrinkles
which outline her cheek
Each wrinkle a blessing
before eternal...

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He forgot to padlock the cellar door
Perhaps now I can discover
What it is he does below our kitchen floor
That he keeps secret from my mother.

I flick the switch but find no light
That just inflames this kittens curiosity
So I descend the stairs into the dead of...

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Cellar Door


The word cellar door, may paint a cold, dark image,
But the two words together, are simply magnificent.
They roll off the tongue, like a red silk carpet
And when you find something so beautiful, 
You should not forget it.


For cellar door, I simply adore,
For it's a...

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The cellar door you left open,
Held the lock you had broken
The Pain you had hidden 
Was down the unlit stairs

Step by step I had fallen
My footsteps where like crawling
Time went by so slow
I couldnt seem to bear

As I went to step again,
I realized it was...

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in an old cellar mason jars
 full of canned sunsets line
  the shelves.

   ripened years ago. 

 they have names like
 sylvia's famous peach
  halves.

 Now the spiders have never 
weaved such eloquent sermons.

The dust is beautifully barren.

 untouched....

The preservation of...

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We walk through the doorway, heard you calling from the hall
To find you in the bedroom not breathing at all
I drag your body to the cellar where we lay, 
the wax it melts away, 
I kiss your face...
Now we are starting to love you more,
your...

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Contract be this Devil
This wine cellar of darkness
Satan, turn me loose...

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I crept through the night just like a creepy crawler.
The smell of dust mixed in the reek of wine.
Lo and behold there was a crack in a mighty fine line.
Dripping and drooling with many more pleasures to be, 
The darn rats were the nastiest gnawers....

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The  sound alone
dismisses sight and sense
and seals romance
beneath my lips,
fair bursting from my heart.

Transcending even consciousness,
it dares evoke
by virtue of its utterance
the richness of the evening star,
the wealth imparted as a flower,
Stella d'Oro,  gleams for me.
And then outside my universe,
beyond the worth of...

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The animal that will choose.
He preys on the weak.
Stalking or striking.
The decisions he makes.
He whispers your name.
He strikes fear in your heart.
From down in the cellar.
He'll squeeze the life out of 
you.
Manipulation is his game.
But he prefers persuasion.
Don't you dare speak his name.
Don't get pervasive.
There's...

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Rats in the cellar, squirrels in the tree,
things aren't the same as they used to be.

When I left for school with my li'l lunch pail,
I didn't expect a penguin to swallow a whale.

Such an injustice, I've never seen,
a cantaloupe falsely imprisoned a bean.

It's unheeded screams, uncontrolled...

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The Adjective Cellar

Nestling smugly twixt pepper and salt
The adjective cellar begins its assault
When carelessly picked by some epicure
Who sadly considers himself connoisseur

Once the poor dinner guest flips up the top
The words tumble out, they’re awkward to stop
They bounce on the table and under the chairs
And...

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Klaus is a ravening louse
WHO is his edict-ing house
Where he whips errant fantasy out
There he acts world bell-weather
Strutting and foaming of mouth

His offering Though's really small
A magnifier; here is the call.'
The maiden did shout
What's the slug all about?
So he slid through a crack in the...

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