Best Creaked Poems

I'd married at 21 and moved overseas with my husband's work, so it had been many years since I had visited my gran at Rose Cottage. I was taken by surprise when I received a letter from her solicitor informing me of my inheritance. Her...

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(iambic tetrameter)

The curtains fell and wrapped the stage
as lights and accolades became
another yesterday once more.
Another night and one more show,
another play that doesn't last
beyond the venue alley ways.
Applause became a murmur and
the shuffle of impatient shoes
now slowly faded out the door.
The Company is dressed and...

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I looked up at a silver moon 
Peering through a cloud of misty gloom 
As we sailed across the Atlantic Sea 
That fateful night in June 
 
And as I stood upon the bow 
A furrow crossed my troubled brow 
As a dying star fall...

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Awaking blithe each morning,
with eyes upon the World,
I wonder, are we mourning
with ebon flags unfurled –
or are they but a warning,
some draped like snakes and curled,
stray stars and stripes adorning,
sent from the netherworld.

I wander through the garden
with nothing on my mind
and say 'I beg your...

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amid scurrying feet, 
in the whirling humanity,
with divided aims, 
and sizzling brains,
she paused with singularity of purpose.


never in a hurry, more at peace,
on a park bench, alone,
bent and weird, she sat.
when she moved, 
 her bones creaked,
on rusty hinges!


ragged in dress, torn in body, 
face...

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Lost in the darkness
of my mind.
Not looking forward,
I was stuck behind.
Wanton whispers,
my body creaked.
I could not find
those things I seeked

The horse with blinders 
that I rode,
ate from the seeds
that I had sewed.
It layed bloated
on the ground.
Beneath its hooves
no earth was found.

The sun there shone 
upon...

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I did not learn to drive until my twenties.
My two poor kids I hauled inside a wagon!
That wagon creaked when filled with groceries!
Fed up, I said, “My kids I won’t be draggin’!” 

I got my license at age twenty-four.
We didn’t have much money, and I...

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I carried it on my lap all the way to you,
    The bus ride was so long, so long, Mom;
Lost in old memories of you and me, together, 
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As a grown woman I should now be content
to keep your memory well at arm's length.
Yet you live in my head and you pay no rent
so I'll have to call on my inner strength.

I'd hear your footsteps coming so near;
the stairway creaked and gave you...

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A dry and barren moat
around historic tower, London’s pride
for many years in restful dormant mood
dreaming of days gone by
when swords clashed and armour creaked;
the yells and screams of battle filled the air.  
 
Testament of courage and pain;
did those who fought there die in...

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There was a barn once painted red
that stood on grandpa's old homestead.
T'was built so very long ago -
a sorry sight. I told him so.

I often, as a boy, had wondered
why it hadn't ever timbered.
I knew the sagging rafters creaked
and roof, with missing shingles, leaked.

I stepped...

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The line of people out the door.
The queue that snaked around the floor.
The building's sleek art deco style.
The carpets' faded plush red pile.

The "Coming Soon" in convex frames.
The "Showing Now" and big star names.
The James Bond pose in poster shots.
The tickets from the kiosk slots.

The...

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In the shadowed maw of the forest deep, 
Where whispers of the night do creep, 
There lies a tale, a chilling draft, 
That sends shivers down the spine, so deft.

A cabin old, with windows like eyes, 
Staring into the abyss of skies, 
Stood silent, save...

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Old Mr. Oak

Old Mr. Oak had bumps on his sides.
In his tired arms, black birds did reside.
He had seen all kinds come and go,
watching the young become old and slow.

The largest and king of mighty trees,
for 100 years, he’d danced in the breeze.
Children had used...

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The sofa may be stained and old
But what stories can it unfold
Sit ye down and you'll be told
 
It was on that sofa i met your mam
A few more kisses, and a few more drams
Through the bottom of the glass
She looked real glam
 
For in...

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