Best Hallway Poems
Time is a mirrored hallway.
As you walk down it, the past echoes at your heels,
The present flashes briefly as you pass,
And each step brings you closer to a future you can never see.
Life is what happens between the past and the future.
Every second we live is both the birth and the death
Of that particular moment in time.
We can never know if there'll be a next one;
All we can ever really know is now.
Though living only occurs in those brief glimpses of the present,
Much of life is taken up with remembering the past
And planning for the future.
But, as important as those things are,
Or seem to be,
Does either of them really matter in the here and now?
The longer I live, and the older I grow,
The more I'm content to be what I've seemingly become…
A relic.
That long, long hallway of time, at times,
Has almost proved too much for me.
All those mirrors, all those reflections.
But relics have thick hides,
We learn how to adapt and survive.
Relicdom doesn't have to be synonymous with defeat.
I would rather be an old, scarred, but undaunted relic,
Grittily holding on to what I can of the past,
But eager to see what the future has in store,
Than be an old, fearful, derelict relic,
Holed up in a dark nook or cranny somewhere along the way,
Afraid to acknowledge life as it passes by,
Just biding and waiting for time to catch up to me
And swallow me up.
Life consists of before and after;
Living is what happens in between.
The challenge is to make every second count,
And make a graceful and dignified exit
When you run out of mirrors
And reach the end of that hallway.
we both are in
the same time
zone but it's
like being in
a large room
where you
are by the
furthest
window
and i'm
all the
way on
the other
side near
the door
Endless Hallway
As I walk in darkness, I turn halfway in a hall
Have to confess my hands glides against a smooth wall
the darkness either outside or inside
Keeps me to never let down my knowledge wide.
Intrigues me to a realm all of its own
To keep my balancing act all in tone
But I dearly and truly know I can't stay
For I do see an ominous figure stands at an end.
At times I do tend to run towards it to fend
In my memory I truly think do I know this person
But in the long endless hallway as I run
Seems like there's no ending, ending to which I had begun.
Off in the distance I see a figure is diminishing as it is gone
Now I'm in this long endless hallway does not leave me in fear
For I'm feeling like I've been here before of so many past years
As if I've walked this long endless journey so many times before.
I seem to remember that I've ran and seen this endless distance
Is leading me to my precious front image of my entrance door.
Written: 2/20/15
Theresa Marie W-C
This feeling for you is growing
But nothing is worse than knowing
The emotion I may be showing
Is going to give me away
I'm scared that you may be suspecting
The dots you may be connecting
When my emotions are disconnecting
My hearts beats with no second delay
Your attention becomes so addicting
As I should have been predicting
But my heart is very restricting
It knows it gets hurt this way
Torn pages lie on hardwood
in uneven pieces
Salty water streams from sad eyes
when no one is watching
Angry fists bruise small cheekbones
thin lips now shine swollen
Young ears staind black, hatred is born
from the evil down the hallway
Foot steps along the wooden floor
Heard from the outside of my bedroom door
I'm Wondering who it could be
Hopefully it will be my daddy
Away with work for months on end
Leaves me pining on the end of my bed
Missing the summer garden games
To the family BBQ with high reaching flames
The summer walks down by the riverbank
The river as clear as if looking at a fish tank
The trees above my head absorbing the sun
Allowing me and my daddy to have fun
Then, the bedroom door opens wide
My heart races as if on a joyride
My daddy was home from his time away
Yes! Daddy’s home, its time to play..
Sat on the edge of my legacy
The memories we swore would last forever
Vanished in the blink of an eye
An empty hall and an empty room are all that remain
Take me back and launch me forward
Things were warmer when it was colder
Another empty hallway
Cobwebs on the door frame
No slidey floors for puppy paws
No rollerblades or ball games
On rainy days I'm missing
While staring at the dishes
The midnight flight with valentine
To where the moonlight kissed the beaches
Nocturnal flames burn low
With a somber bluish glow
No sunrise on horizon
Just an empty hall of silence
With gentle words and steady hands
her work is filled with love
She meets the tasks her role commands
then soars so far above
With rows of little desks and seats
and number charts displayed
Each morning, with a smile, she greets
her class of second-grade
Her walls adorned with works of art
to boost her student's pride
She navigates each youthful heart
with kindness in her stride
She shapes young minds like gentle streams
with lesson plans laid well
Encouraging their goals and dreams
so they feel proud to tell
She walks the line of soft and firm
and always lends her ear
The bonds instilled outlast each term
her promises, sincere
She plants the seeds from in her room
and sparks the thoughts that soar
And when we watch our children bloom
It's her, we're thankful for
This praise stems from a heart that knows
with witnessed truths compiled
Among those tiny desks in rows
of students, sits my child
My little girl began the year
consumed in her self-doubt
With pain behind each hidden tear
that surfaced and poured out
This teacher came to quickly see
and even quicker, act
She made it her priority
to fully grasp each fact
She built her up and gained her trust
that shell began to crack
Then, from each crack, it turned to dust
her confidence came back
She stood a source of hope and light
determined to revive
Reminded her she's rare and bright
I watched my daughter thrive
The heroes walking in school halls,
are saving ones they teach
The depth of thanks for which this calls
mere words could never reach
My life's a sweet path down memory lane
Kissing and telling my friends
Running down the hills,
making way.
Finally A Hall Path
One day, I shall rise in the hall of fame.
CT
HEARING FROM MATES, MOMENT SHARERS, COMPANIONS IN A
DIFFERANT PART OF THE HALLWAY
The clouds remind me
Of the thoughts that sprang between us,
Some puffed like dandelion balls
Ready to be blown
and drift,
Broccoli headed breathers amid
The streaming locks on an Ancient.
Like the ribs of a leaf
left bare from decay
Or furry as moth antenna.
A swan-like image
and winged horses
Rode on areas blue,
The swan into a buck did turn
The horse to a sheep,
Then the sun started to set
And I had thoughts of sleep.
I walk alone
Far from life and home
Searching to find my way
Through a world polluted by grey
Not knowing where I began
Withdrawing to find who I am
Lost somewhere deep down
My place is yet unfound
So I'm slithering along the hallway
and all the lights are out
I come upon Mom and Friend
ignoring the man that shouts
He bangs upon the door
he begs, he implores
we stiflle our laughter
he hears, he begs more
I'm certain I shouldn't be a witness to these events
as a child nearly adult, I'm hard to convince
Hell no, I'm not going back to bed
I need to know why he's out of his head
Mama and Friend can barely contain
their fear and glee for this man's pain
I am breathless, enthralled at "Their " power
to rob a man of what he thinks of "His" power
then Friend departs with Mr. Pain on his plane, so regal
she soon calls to report he's illegal
finally she returns to her kids, to us, her dogs
I was skulking around when she told mom
"Thank God".
A slight chill of cold darkness,
air hit me as I roamed outside,
I saw the red moon move a fence,
alike a farmer with a glowing nose,
I kept speaking and was sleepy
the hopeless empyrean was everywhere,
facing similar to town youth,
accompanying their silvery faces.
Dense snowflakes cover the soil
living hibernates, beginning to wait
breeze ice webs over the auld oaks
light glancing through the jug divider
The white being that triumphs over cold,
life-inspiring affection for the opaline color.
Cheering regardless of the snowstorm,
In calm surges of artistry,
the melancholy fear is calmed continuously,
as the sunlight thinking dismisses ignorance,
storms thunder inside the sheets,
all epoch and mystery, the encounters
blending quiet and blast,
rainy environments and the moonlight.
A riotous squirrel chastises me for crushing allure day.
while I trespass into appeal rule without regard,
the dust opposed the deep, foul perfume of decay,
I mindlessly wander through colorful folding.
Threaded accompanying auric, gold-colored, and azure.
God's beauty has vitality-restorative power.
Mother Nature protects the aforementioned advantage.
Written: December 23, 2022
WINTER STORM Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
Heel, breaking the plane;
Subtle distance unexpected -
Body charged numb
With fear of death,
Or perhaps the fear
Of not quite dying.
Clutching at items,
Clutching at nothing.
As your fists curl in
A whoop of breath
Escapes,
Sprawling,
Fallen,
Or saved
From a lower stair’s perspective.