Best Creeping Poems

Tender tendrils climb the wall
Up towards the sky
Past the latticed windows tall
Clinging on from high.

Then in springtime buds in red
Pout with lips apart
Inhibitions they all shed
And seduce my heart.


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Wearing clothes to bed simply makes no sense
I must float freely on my waterbed
But when I wake in the morning, I’m tense
Wrinkles from the sheets on my skin imbed
Rolling out of bed, I lower my head
All of my windows and blinds are open
Crawling, I fear...

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My poems are like creeping vines that I have planted well,
I tend them in my garden of evergreen poetry to be strong;
They are waiting quietly to release their swirling spiral tendrils,
Tendrils that will adhere and entwine and entangle you in my words.

You have whispered to...

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    A leaf, curled and crimson, 
        bends beneath branches, 
            burdened by cold and creeping chaos....

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In the ocean of my sleep stars glow like fragile seeds
and I sail across the celestial tranquil black sky
where silence is hanging sublime
and I fall through this dark warm dream
my hair a flowing river
and I drift to beautiful places and green lush temples 
but my...

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Age creeps up in subtle ways,
Beyond the wrinkles or the grays,
A loss of tolerance and spark
And choosing to stay in the dark

When new technology appears,
Which would require switching gears.
A mind, once sharp, now letting go
Of things it always used to know.

A tiredness which settles in
Where...

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It starts out so small 
A single dark spot 
Ending the summer trek
Sand sticky and black

Like an artery cut open
It continues to pulse
Sludge sliding across the water
Toxins pump through the ocean

The hemmorage cannot be stopped
Using Nature against herself
Coating the fowl while drowning the fish
Snuffing the...

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Cold Night Creeping


I saw the dark and cold night creeping,
     pushing out day’s glorious light,
        that reassured despair’s delight
in stirring hopeless sounds of sleeping.

I felt the pain of daydreams dying
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Christmas is creeping in.
I’ve seen my first quality street tin. 
The John Lewis advert is out
And the motorised reindeers about. 

Shop windows glitter and glow,  
Ladbrookes give odds on the snow, 
The eyes  of the new generation 
Are fixed on the latest PlayStation

Mariah...

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Up the alleyways creeps Death
Hoping to take your last breath

Darkly cloaked and demon-eyed
You had better run and hide

Searching high and searching low
Death shall strike the final blow

In every dark corner he looks
All the crannies,all the nooks

If he finds you you're all done
There'll be no place...

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My creeping beeping peeping Tomlin Murky
Sent his ballsy brethren Beetles bumpy bun
All looked at him an ass in haste post chaise Oh
Bunny sunny money nanny all Tom loves
Gentle Timmy tricky tootle off to none 
Happy sappy Beetle Tomlin's job is done
Beetle poet makes his journey...

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Darkness Creeping Closer

Darkness creeping closer
Loneliness, sorrow and despair
Running, screaming, pleading
But no one seems to care

Alone in the dark
Not one sign of light
No way out of it
No strength to fight

Everyday is harder
Than the day before
Everyday she grows weaker
So tired, don't want to fight it anymore

Darkness creeping...

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Upon me now, a dread has come creeping.

Dreamless, I’m lying awake in my bed.

Into my very bones it is sinking.

Upon me now, a dread has come creeping.

If I only could, I should be weeping,

But I arise to write this poem instead.

Upon me now, a dread...

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Silence of the night, bring so much fear
He stole; he took, from me what is dear
That creaking old board that’s loose in the hall
The monster that tried to hinder my call
Mama; help me, this isn’t right
Your man in my room creeping in the night
Don’t you...

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I feel the time is creeping like a vine,
upon the trellis of another day.
Creeping, Crawling, Leaping;
A trumpet honeysuckle climbing,
inviting hummingbirds and butterflies,
to indulge beauty of another day.
a red flowering climbing vine
Creeping, Crawling, Leaping;
as time quietly slips away.
While perching songbirds serenade
ruby-throated hummingbirds toast the day.
sweetly sipping...

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