Best Handrail Poems

Again , she pines on barren stars
and clasps the handrail of despair,
maiden of night, gazing afar
Juliet speaks to feeble air .

Oh, hours trickle on beats quite piled,
that mock a future then decide
unmoved, her pulse begins to roam
of fevered thoughts on walls, alone.

With ebon clouds that...

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I am empty of tears
nor will welcome again
my wounded wonderings each night
up the staircase to my despair
drunk on the elixir of my pain
love ended
and we will go with it
when I stare down the curved handrail
of timeless eternity
naked, alone...covered in blood
by my hand's work
blood dripping
from the...

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My mother always took the bus.  I never understood why.  We had a car, but she insisted on taking the bus uptown.  I think she did it because father would not let her smoke in the car.  She could smoke as...

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The seasons passed beyond the glass doors
I could see in detail each of their days
As I wheeled my chair forward-
No one day remained the same
You can always find some difference
Mirrored by choice

Save for a sparrow
That began its visits 
On that autumn morn

It perched itself on...

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Hungry for munchies, on his way to the lunchroom, 
a rambunctious, persnickety,“fuss-budget”, elderly
jittery, fidgety, geezer, named Cassidy…
whose questionable dexterity, aghast by a massive sneeze,
teeter-tottered precariously. 
at the edge of the thingamajig, ...jigging one way, jagging the other!

Minding his own beeswax, without any rigmarole, 
topsy-turvy on...

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We still face the test of absolute truth
As creatures of the wild roam on a vast field
The sun burning through their earthy pursuit
Within this mind, a darkened haze concealed.

I watch their shadows, deepening a leer
My fingers grip waiting for the  light of dawn
While mossy...

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”This morning, with her, having coffee.”.
(Johnny Cash, when asked for his description of paradise)
 
A coffee stain on my desk; you left it behind,
and I sojourn there, staring at it like it was a magic circle
to figure it out our destiny.
My eyes follow the curves...

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I walk to the edge of the platform
Looking far
Down the descending steps
Knowing the bottom is somewhere out there
And without thinking too much
Move outward

My black right shoe 
Goes forward and down
Followed by the right cuff 
Of my black twill tweed trousers
Leading the rest of me
Like a...

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the end is not so close
but I'm still drowning
in all ponds of Mars
guilty and filthy
and walk down the alley 
of sombre solstice
swearing at walls
after the heist gone wrong

now the everlasting 
ambulance siren
echoes through 
the tumbledown lands
through sullen skies
through every selfish mind

dancing at the balcony
without a...

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Heavy,thick dust on the floors and benches
Open back door and a key on the table
Grass uncut, beer bottles strewn about
Brown water spurting out, pipes detached
Original wallpaper melting off the walls..
Old ,loose fitting, rusty  handles on doors
The house is empty,rotting junk mail aplenty
A vine inside...

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A Parody of Sir Philip Sidney's Sonnet 31 from Astrophel and Stella


With wobbly steps, O Youth, thou climb'st the stairs!
How clumsily and with how red a face!
What! Dost thou trip and fall about the place
and pray thy folks sleep soundly, unawares?

Perhaps thy little brother who...

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No matter that the mailman stops or not.
I still put on my heavy jacket, 
Tug on my boots and woolen gloves.
Give an unspoken invitation
To my ol’ shaggy shepherd,
Who arthritically arises, stretches, yawns
Pads to the door and patiently waits,
Tongue lolling.
It’s a good long walk
From the porch...

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The man wore motley, so I whacked him...

Hello, my charming neighbor; 
How you grace me with your wit.
You’ve really got the spirit 
And I like your costume’s fit.
What’s that? No, I’ve had plenty. 
What I need is some advice;
I think I’ve found a bargain, 
If...

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Beads of sweat roll down my back,
Feeling sick I nearly yack.
Body quivers, hands now shake
Tremors of my bodily earthquake.

Heard my name; I've been called
Stairs handrail I tightly hold.
I tap on the door to my right
Nerves prepares me for quick flight.

'It' stood head to toe in...

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The moon had long since it spoke to me
About its pearly star
I ask her to sit in  my bed
So I could take from her a spoon of light   

One summer evening I saw her at my window
And opened it right away 
Chasing...

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