Best Peephole Poems

An infinite door of midnight blue;
glowing peephole that is the moon.
Dare I look before turned to dust?
Yes, dear friend, I surely must.

In the midst, a...

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“It’s a terrible love 
And I’m walking with spiders…
It’s a terrible love and I’m walking in
Its quiet company…”-Birdy

Three long claws enclosed around a lone beating...

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I find that if I cut a lens-size hole
in a cardboard box then place that box
over my head
at night,
the stars form new constellations;
strangely, they can...

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Kiss of Judas, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Le Baiser de Judas by T. Wignesan

In our century where one sells father and mother
Husband his wife and...

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We were strapped in ready for take-off,
the engines churning all around us.
We'd longed for this moment,
but when it came we were scared rigid,
wondering if we'd...

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A man once had to climb the mountain of truth to discover his fountain of youth, with hopes of finding greatness in false truths but...

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Nowhere to go but vertigo
Going vertical on weary tippy toe
Tinker and thinker
Of time traveler gizmos
Warping
Escaping
Jumping ship on life saver worm holes
Colliding lips of psychos doing...

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Knock, knock, knock!
A lover at the door
The other adjust his clothes
The handle turns their hearts

Knock, knock, knock!
An officer at the door
An eye on the peephole
The...

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Morning light shimmers
Floating dust welcome;
Excited salutation


World awakes
Noisy traffic;
Rush of work day


Knock on the door
Peephole lookout;
Real estate agent


Morning cuppa
Fortified supplements;
Health insurance


Bamboo trees
Walkway sentinels;
Windy voices hum


Old plumeria...

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Every night at 2 a.m., I do this;
I fill an empty butter bucket(3lb) with food
dry, crunchy, smelly, high calorie, fatty cat food.
It leads to adventures...

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Suns. Most often moons.
Slithering like a plague
From a craving nowhere
To a playful peephole
Which the poet himself can’t find.
Now it’s there—
Stains!
Now, what?...

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Yet again the door is being knocked
For ages it’s been closed

Who's there? 
The Sun looks down
The Breeze Halts!
Tulips raise their heads in delight.. 
But the...

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Welcome signs spreads dah floor_
And here I stand just before.
There’s Happy people inside therein_
It's soon to open_ don't know when.

Peeping through dah peephole
waving to dah...

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Blood gushes from the seams where the ceiling meets the walls
I hear screams echo past my door and all throughout the halls
Just outside my apartment...

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‘tap, tap, tap’

your petite knuckles
gently attacking my door -
I envision their French-painted nails
dancing in the shine of
the hallway light
like a row of bishops bowing to...

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