Best Room Poems

Alone  the bones of the room bear no weight 
of responsibility nor does it bare its breast of secrets

a broken pane provides a breath with a pang of lavender
a wistful inhale inhabits the lungs of this space
as the room tries to embrace  ...

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Monsoon mornings are like a seedless vase filled with paralyzed petals.  
I sit reminiscing, the fleeting frequencies of his ancient clock,  
now cloaked in coal cobwebs composing skeletal memories;  
a timeless token of unblemished innocence,
when tiny fingers, tattooed with henna butterflies, ...

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It's to the corner kids must sometimes go,
or to their room they're sent and kept alone.
Their freedom gone, they stare at walls and groan.
When time is up, they've not one thing to show!

Of poets, there are some who undergo
a similar reaction. They bemoan
their ever being...

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This morning
I sifted through years of memories
that ran like sand
through my hands.
A few pieces remained behind;
carefully
I put them away.

Afterwards
I sat for a long time
and listened to the rain on the roof.
Through your window,
I could see bare treetops
and a grey sky.

4/1/2018...

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The big headlines cause sensation,
Media’s chosen information.
Manipulative, they entomb
the big elephant in the room.

Stress is put on the suggestive
keeping tongue and the mind active.
They sweep aside with furtive broom
the big elephant in the room.

Gain is high on the agenda
grabbing votes in referenda.
They hide, on purpose,...

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A lack of oxygen, a stifled room
A pregnant pause, apparent gloom
Bitter sighs and angry growls
Upon her face "It's not my fault"
His wrinkled brow, "I'm not to blame!"

Past mistakes that hover now
Where pride as tough as elephant skin
Clinch the eyes where tears begin

While those who made...

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In A Darkened Attic Room

In attic room, one window tightly shut,
Dwells broken heart hidden from future pain.
Bare as a savage brute's dark, empty hut-
Condemned to no hope, no future, no gain.

Where rests such perilous fear darkness reigns;-
Shattered dreams give rise to dark illusions.
Hope rejected brings...

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Let not my heart become in my old age
"An empty room, cobwebbed, and comfortless"
But an open sunny porch, a welcome sage
A loving heart to those in distress

Let not my pain sabotage my soft heart
Let me remain a gentle, kind spirit
Writing a course of good 'pon...

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Unrhymed tercets

The Withdrawing Room

Huddled together in this abstemious grey chamber
no windows or means of escape walls closing in
trapped where the un-sanctified transactions are made 


Daunting without exit the silent screams go unheard 
ashen skin with darting eyes never looking up
forever too frightened of seeing the...

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''Dark things happened there....''
they say, with fading tones,
almost reaching their vanishing point,
due to unhidden fright.

Sometimes they hear eerie moans;
see dancing shadows on the space
between the door and floor; other times
whispers that make them feel as though
they will shatter like hollow glass tubes.

To stop the haunting,
they...

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I can hear the echoes of footsteps,
at times the rattling of iron bars,
but my thoughts are too loud,
repeating in this dim and disturbed mind.

My rage used to punch all four walls,
hoping concrete would crumble,
but broken knuckles only left crimson stains.
At least they offer a little...

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I find myself
In this room
Where flames of passion
Dance 
Within a hearth 
That steels my heart
With just a single glance
Where from a glowing
Candle a bra
Set in tiers of three
I see reflections
Of a thousand
Crystal memories
As it stands upon 
A shawl of antique lace
Draped across the shoulder 
Of...

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He kept a small room
he wasn’t in it very often
but it was there and he knew it
it was safe

for though life had opened roads
that needed to be trodden
and he was often far away
his room was 
waiting for him

in it was his bookcase
teal blue stained wood
shelves...

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Memories float in the emptiness,
   in a room full of you ~
like the dust in a ray of sun
disturbed by whispered wishes
& the silence of echoed sighs...

God, I wish so, that time,
could be rewound like    
a movie that always began,
...

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Who I think I am
And who I be,
Are one and the same
While you're looking at me.

Do you mind?
I would like to change.




2018.08.25...

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