Best Hinge Poems

I wonder about her
as I shave suet and place thistle seed down -

once again

she reveals herself to the corner of my eye
a slight movement caught...

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The bats in the steeple were feeding on people
By sucking the blood splattered wood
That came from the coffin a vampire dropped off in
When he’d drunk...

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You are my everything
You are the reason my heart hears the angels' sing
You are the why from miles away I can hear the church bells...

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It calls to me,
From the darkness,
It sings,
Ever so sweetly,
A finger beckons,
Bloody and scarred,
I can feel the terror,
Clutching at my heart,
The whispers,
The hinge squeaking,
The door softly...

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“Good Morning! I know you are busy. Will you stop for a while for an interview?”

Sir, what do you want to know? If only you...

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Long before the whisper's 
falling down --
upon your shoulders
as with dew's droplets
dangling so delicately

I've heard all about it
resting within your beauty
vision's quest --
speaking through the...

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Standing in a dark dark room
Shadows gave an air of doom

Cobwebs hung across the wall
Spiders on silken threads did fall

Pumpkin faces cast an eerie glow
Ghostly...

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For Richard Lamoureux's "Any line" contest.  


Richard Seale-d Door's line:  slammed shut are the doors in "A mind made up".


You told me before
slammed...

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What's in a name

I looked at my name
and I now must confide
I found so many things
that were waiting inside

I checked all the letters
for what there...

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Funny it may seem, stanza or not it's still a dream
I may think orange, rhymes with door-hinge 
but I know this, you have no focus...

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water spurting
from a gargoyle spout…
I am drawn to
the gurgling of a baby
in his mother’s arms
					
 - - - - - - - - - -...

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I drove for many miles,
each one filled with apprehension
Memories can be cruel an unwavering,
when filled with sadness
Going home can bring them back

The house now empty,
for...

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we're trapped, and,
inherently speaking
those of us here don't want us to escape  : )
what a     : )

........

life is time
time is...

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The dispersed grains of darkness drizzle down silently
from the cauldron of the infinite blankness of eternity
that the sky started to shape at the edge of...

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Every Farmer Knows
Written: by Tom Wright

Gates and mouths,
Are alike in two respects,
Both require a hinge to operate,
And they're most often found open,
When they should be...

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