Best Elevator Poems
Walls are closing in,
everything seems small
the space is diminishing
heart is racing
struggling to breath
it’s so warm
I need to get out,
crowd seems to get bigger
everything is closing in on me
I’m probably going to die in here
somebody save me
someone open the door,
flickering lights a threat
that darkness is imminent
feeling alone
feeling lost
if only the lights
would go back on,
if only I took the stairs
instead of the elevator
I would not be stuck here
in the dark, waiting
with my life being in someone else’s hands…
Smooth Elevator Operator
I truly am a smooth operator
When I let one loose in the elevator
If it’s only me there my air blows free
Have got my own detonator you see.
Able to let fly with such immense pride
And can play a fine tune from my backside
That is until others enter the lift
I tell them someone else has left the whiff.
* * *3rd August 2021
When I Let One Loose In The Elevator Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
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I am stuck in an elevator with Cher, Tina Turner, Bette Midler,
Pink, Miley Cyrus, Taylor Swift and Lady Gaga when
Liza Minnelli drops in from a tiny opening in the roof.
We all scream “LIZA!” and then we whip out our instruments.
To be fair, I do not have one to whip out, but I find a spoon in my purse
And a lid to a small sauce pan.
Please do not ask.
This would add to my embarrassment.
They start saying “how about this one?” until Pink wins.
We sing her songs - all of them, but stop playing in the third set.
“Who is clapping off rhythm?” It boils down to me.
The elevator roof trap door opens and Willie Nelson arrives.
He and I agree we are on rhythm
All the rest of them are off rhythm.
Someone reaches to dial the emergency phone,
but I bite off their hand.
A clown car or an elevator?
A forest or a meadow?
Sad or happy?
The choice is yours.
Pink polka dots or Linen Gray?
A kitchen accident or a freight train?
Joyfulness or Melancholy?
The choice is yours.
A magical kingdom or a jail cell?
Pie or cheese?
Excitement or Boredom?
The choice is yours.
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First you got an alligator.
Next came a giraffe.
Lions ride your elevator..... Bears hide in your bath.
Bunnies...
Chimps...
(a duck!)...
Raccoons...
run amok through all your rooms!
Soon, if you don't set them free,
there will be no room for me!
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Stop by for a six-pack of beer
‘Hello!’ Smiles the pretty cashier
‘May I see your ID?
(Are you KIDDING me?
You just made my day AND my year!)
‘Store policy’ She says with a blush
(Is she FLIRTING? Does she have a crush?)
Intuition grows crisper
When I hear a soft whisper
‘Anyway, are you in a big rush?’
Elevator, elevator
One of the most awkward places you can be
Standing, crowded much too close to me
Should you say hello or just keep to yourself?
So you stand there stiff resembling a doll on a shelf
Elevator, elevator
A sudden stench encompasses the whole box
People look around like they’ve caught the chicken pox
The air is thick with unease and irritability
Everyone’s in a rush, utilizing their capability
Elevator, elevator
After what seems to be millennia the box stops abruptly
Another stop, still standing waiting for the lobby
Irish man breaks the silence with a witty comment
Its just like the movies –elevator ineptness is his vent
Elevator Man
A wrinkled hand
rotates Time's worn handle of half circles
giving arrest to past rides awakened
Up and down
listening
hearing
never forgetting
Watch your step
Ornate iron confinement
charming for youth
insulation for some
sentencing for others
Cables retch echoing secrets within
sliding metal dregs past elevated remembrances
among whispered conspiracies
softly spoken nothings
muffled weeping
all preambles shadowed
in corners of illusive passage
Momentary respite
gradually gives way to silent whimpers of fear
as passengers await floor-stops
fortune
reward
love
penthouse dreams
Elevator man's eyes rise
Arcing brass arrow above
waves Wisdom's index finger
past invisible floor thirteen
allowing today's filigree of delusions to remain patient...
for the moment
When I let one loose in the elevator,
I’d been goosed by gas,
released the stench of embarrassment.
Out flew a largemouth bass —
now for the harassment.
When I let one loose in the elevator,
nearby, I heard Joan’s guffaw cry,
“O sakes alive!” She had a blast.
A so-called friend, she turned me in, refused to lie,
so I rear-ended her, let another one past.
7/31/2021
When I Let One Loose In The Elevator
Sponsor: Charles Messina
When I let one loose in the elevator,
I preferred to be on an escalator
It seemed to worsen every floor
With no escape, just a tightly closed door!
People turned around, looking at me
When one pushed the emergency button to flee
Somehow, we came to a sudden halt
And I knew it was time to admit my fault!
8/2/21
Entry for When I let one loose in the elevator contest. Sponsor: Charles Messina
There once was a lady named Ella
Who was looking for the right fella
She knew not his evil whim
So fell in deep love with him
Now Ella Vader on her stela
Ella fell in love with Darth Vader so she became Mrs. Ella Vader..
When I let one loose in the elevator
I hoped the smell would pass
But it stopped on six then my boss stepped in
And my bowels expelled more gas
He sniffed the air not once but twice
And asked if I smelled stew?
I answered back with a sheepish grin
I think it's butt Fondue
August 04 2021
A woman danced up and down my street,
she moved so wildly to her own beat,
while she was whirling around,
my heart did begin to pound...
her crazy dancing turned indiscreet!
10/03/2015
For "So I thought of this line" contest sponsored by Francine Roberts.
You say I must be brave
but how ?
Trembling,
with dry throat and lips
Pressing on the button
in the middle of the panel
The door closes automatically
a voice says "16th floor"
Intense fear,
palpitations, heavy breathing
an sensation of suffocation
I should have chosen the stairs
... suffers from Claustrophobia
05.02.2023
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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* The poet does NOT suffer from Claustrophobia
The lights that are alive
Beam my mind in knots
Fishbowled on an elevator, brushing beanstalk men in black
Eyes up; I'm stubbed and trapped in my panicked plight
One tips his topper and says “the galaxy is behind you”
I didn't know what to make of it, yet felt profoundly moved
Then an alarm licked my ear and climbed inside my bones
In solace I try to remember: who, how and what and why
Oh, that's the shape of dreaming, floors morph into skies
Later on I came to see, the voice was mine in guise
Validating subconscious truths, from another mouth and eyes
Were we stagnantly still, or soaring on the rise, or to demise?
Or were we always moving like the lights that are alive?