Best Corridors Poems

'Theatre Of The Absurd'
Catoptric Corridors of Time


Oh how the wounded waverly wander away from their hermitic heart
Only to meticulously maunder thru cumulous clouds that diffuse apart
The deflections of deceptions that build worshipful walls
Seen in Mirrors of errors displaying fathomable fetal falls

The soliciting silences succumbing to...

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raised ink blots of braille -
a feeble language to me.
licking fingers to flip page.
knowledge found in books -
heavy in “rest in peace” pile.
how will i impart knowledge?

uncertain compass -
borrowed from Captain Sparrow.
how can i find my true North?
intemperate spin,
rotating all directions.
the waves of the sea...

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In the quiet corridors of my mind, where memory and flickering thoughts reside,
we tell ourselves stories in order to live, to find meaning in the chaos,
seeking sermons in the despair of loss, searching for lessons in violence,
where five snuffed-out lives become a moral parable,
a narrative...

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Is the soul a complex place,                                               does one really know the soul.                    ...

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winter's venom bites on autumn days

racist rogue stands on its podium

vehemently attacks with insult

9/24/2017...

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"In the misty corridors of the soul",
There are things both young and old;
Some of which are lovely and wholesome.
But some are best left unseen and lonesome.

In such compartments, they must remain.
Otherwise, they only further the pain.
Neither the person nor any stands to gain.
The issue has...

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Walking on my own 
   The future unknown 
Where do I go now?
   I wish it was shown... 

Thinking figurine 
   My future unseen 
Which door will open?
   Stranded in between... 

Unsettled ambler
   The future...

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During the cold empty 
corridors of silence
where mind and thoughts
are free to roam
undisturbed by life's
din and clutter
I am at one with myself
again and in quiet contemplation
alone.

Peter Dome.Copyright.2012....

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you walk to the door    turning
the knob    finding 
a perceived reality lighting the world
a perceived light explaining the world

a dark corridor leading 
into another dark corridor
then to a lobby
and a vestibule door   to what 

you believe 
you...

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Shadows in dark corners, silhouetted figures
Floating down corridors of protected power,
Sanctuary for schemers and hungry vultures
Circling impoverished prey for them to devour,

grey suits that compliments their complexion
Their dark thoughts, intentions flow through their head
egoistical aims to promote re-election
to Westminster palace, blue,yellow green or red,

Political Party...

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Today is the day she begins her quest
Her challenge to make herself whole...
Her energy and nerves will be put to the test
"In the misty corridors of the soul"

Recently doubts have confused her mind,
Her questions have depths of complexity.
Her confidence and faith feel undermined
In her newfound...

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In the corridors of power
Even rats and flies have power
Every whisper, every murmur 
Carries a weighty and meaningful implications
Ladies and gentle men walk but betray
In dark corners they whisper
Busy bees after the scented flowers
Heartbroken, they slide and slip out in quietude
Like serpents driven by venom
They...

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Cradled in her loving arms,
Swaddled in his cotton cloth, 
Still Born.
Her piercing cries split through the air,
Thundering,
Echoing,
Behind those heavy doors, the sterile corridors. 


Deafening silence
He bowed his head in disbelief, 
Father,
Shaking like a leaf,
A lump, 
A sore throat, 
A whipping of the heart.

She took the...

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In the corridors of power
Even rats and flies have power
Every whisper, every murmur 
Carries a weighty and meaningful implications
Ladies and gentle men walk but betray
In dark corners they whisper
Busy bees after the scented flowers
Heartbroken, they slide and slip out in quietude
Like serpents driven by venom
They...

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In the shadowed corridors of the mind, where echoes of forgotten dreams persist,
People dance through life, weaving patterns of absurdity to avoid the abyss within,
Avoiding the cold mirror of the soul, where truth waits, silent and unyielding,
For it is not in imagining figures of light...

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