Best Stairwells Poems

I crossed my legs but there was a flood
Blushing red I hope folks understood
But my waters had burst
And the baby's my first
Guess I'm ready to start motherhood!

NOT FOR CONTEST

WRITTEN on 27TH August 2016 BY JAN ALLISON

My babe arrived as hungry as a horse
As a good...

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How do I start retirement? With grandsons galore, cooking and cleaning, barrel of fun, and a runway to the twin cities. What’s next, you ask, on this escape from my library duty? Well let’s say it arrived by mail. A timed gift for the week...

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I'm locked up how is it even possible to go lock down? But like clock work or a slave in debt to a master I do. Not because I choice to, but because I have no choice. Either lock down or deal with the boot...

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Desperate Escapes
                          By Odin Roark

They see only what they need,
That desire to see beyond
The heat and squalor,
The effrontery to their...

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One man
Stands
Beneath his white helmet
And demands,

Silence.

Throughout Aleppo.

His stethoscope,
He attaches
To the dust
And listens
From his knees.

The man has
Ten fingers,
A dry brush
And a pair of pliers
To dig like an archeologist.

He does not have years,
But minutes
To search the ruins
For toes
That wiggle
Or mouths
That suckle
Or bleeding hearts
That still beat
Like tremors
In puddles...

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Unless…
        by Odin Roark

Seems just yesterday the sun arced
Over precarious ice
The street’s one elm
Leaned its naked branches with the wind Bringing winter’s announcement

A Coney Island cat crouched puzzled
Gradual crusting snow layering
The boardwalk a ribbon of white awaiting the...

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I crossed the road in front of a red 1947 Oldsmobile. Horns 
honking throughout the city. She sounded young and free on the 
phone when she called last night. Not meaning to clip the wing 
mirror I step on to the sidewalk. The driver tipped...

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Something about liminal spaces gives me the willies in a scary way. 
They raise the tiny hairs on the back of my neck by my C2-Vertebrae
I feel like an ominous evil spirit is going to whisper in my ear and startle me
There is a quickening...

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Darling Angel, one whom never dwells
Thorn tipped roses laid in your way
Secrets held close whispering wind tells
Fearing the dark nay one soul will stay
Unabashing lies in your mind they say
Masked behind a face you've made in stone
Their words and actions on heartstrings play
Never shall you...

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It sparkles while you sleep, streaming ribbons through your breath, 
Distilled so brightly, glaring lightly yet so neat.
Like acres covered in forest, it blankets your desires,
Barring great cold crystal arms in the form of façades. 

A brilliant glitter haze sheds blinding smothered comfort,
As sketches turn...

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Drainage cracks and fingers of
eroding souls.

Long dim hotel stairwells
are sarcastic chasms to the flood,
like artifacts of insanity
and poet's blood.

We dare to run down as
prisoners on parole,
humming parodies of parables
and dying at sea.

Our graves are laid in the
phantom fathom estuaries
and reciprocal tunnels
of our beginnings....

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The Fuehrer Life raises up its rigid hand
Demands following promises you chose
Its the best thing you could ask for,
 the right to choose
Its what holds you back,
 the fear to lose
 to open the doors and create dreams come true
To fall away from the very...

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Welcome.
I'm the one they left behind.
An alter ego of sorts—
just the keeper, the inventory clerk,
interim ghost.

New items arrive every day—
spat out from my boss's pockets,
sometimes still wet, still ticking.
I stack them in corners.
I don't ask where they've been.

This way, please:
to the Room of Poorly Considered...

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Third shift often referred to as the graveyard shift oh the company I keep through these hours covered by shadows.Souls to wander about at night the lost the lonely and then there are those who are guided by voices poured into the head  ...

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As my dream became lucid
I confront a two-sided mirror.
As my image in the mirror moved out of sync with me, 
I was forced to become the follower in the dance,
mirroring the reflected lead's every move.
I lost control and wondered who was real,
and who was the...

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