Best Storage Room Poems

The human brain's space
Contains storage room for more
Than three million years

The brain has branches
That looks like trees alive that 
Feed on chemicals

Fear produces bad
Toxic chemical that makes
Black branches in brain

Love cast out the bad
Produces good chemicals
That makes the brain well

(A book called "Who Stitched Off...

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                       I was thinking of Christmas the other day,
   so I went to my storage room to find the boxes of...

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Going Up?...

Basement storage room

Body parts
hard
plastic
scarred

spare pieces
scattered
tainted
used

dark places
underground
musty
cold

replaceable pieces
aged
storable
undisposed

Floor #1

Complete bodies
fresh
hard 
plastic

Perfect image
faceless
smooth
admired

Absorbing life
faceless
content
unscathed

Desired bodies
timeless
sensual
purposeful

Scattered body parts
an arm
for jewelry perhaps
the head
displays a scarf
a leg or two
wearing pants or shoes

Life...
what part of me
do you need today?
a hand to reach out
my legs running about
my mind 
my heart
what part?

Come...

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That greatest thief of all of time
Is erasing my memories.
He comes in unexpectedly
With no thank you or a please.
I labeled them very carefully,
And filed them away in my mind.
I knew they would be there when needed.
They would be so easy to find.
Page after page of...

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The years fall so softly like the leaves,
And those we knew dwindle in the night,
While our soul now heals and seldom grieves
About what we recall and try to write.

In my storage room one day I found
An old cardboard box that I’d forgot,
With a worn rawhide...

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I’m looking for my home
That’s where I wanna be
It’s not a place that I own
Nor that I can even see

Home is where I’ve never been
But I know that it’s there
Something tells me from within
It’s not a place around here

In any house that I may live
It’s...

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I found a rusted trunk 
Accidently, in a corner of 
My storage room 
Eagerly I opened it 
That was filled with my textbooks 
Almost of the elementary school 
Most of its were white ants eaten 
Except the top of a peacock feather 
A gift given...

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The fall of sixty-three, an incongruity!
I saw myself on a Queen's float, a title rare -
"Miss Sorghum" of our Hancock County fair.
I aced the talent part - piano was my art;
but needed practice wobbling in a brand-new pair
of pointy, spiky heels I'd bought to wear.

Fate...

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Sunglasses hide the truth behind your eyes
Sombrero tilted on tomorrows styled doll
Lip stick red rouge alarms the curious
Customers curse your beauty as they pass
From every angle shoppers lurk in isles
California earthquakes shake the store apart
People run in fear as you stay frozen there  

From...

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Friday afternoon year 
April 2032 the weather was 
Just right. Damian sought to
Purchase a barrage of a 13
Bicycle collection. It would be
A surprise for his adoring family.
He needed help with 
The project.  He spoke to 
Julius and Crysteph his brothers 
Julius had a truck...

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The others are left to roam on their own…
Everlasting sorrow spills out from the carcasses…
Love has already spoiled…hate is the main event in the picture…
Laurel…Save yourself from death or hell...below...…before it’s too late!

The others are left to rot…they took their leave long ago
Hell has opened...

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“So, you do not wish to present your daughter to me in joining,” Joulupukki looked directly at Raðulfr and spoke in a serious tone.  “Well, this may change things.  I thought she was of good quality, but if her father will not present...

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In a bookshop I stood
Surching for a specific book
I stumbled over a pile of books
But once I got my balance back
I went to the counter to ask for an assistant

Upon the counter I saw a pile of old Braille books.
To my excitement I blew the...

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 (Against Love of Possessions)
 LK 12:16-21

Then he told them a parable. "There was a rich man whose land produced a bountiful harvest. He asked himself, 'What shall I do, for I do not have space to store my harvest?' And he said, 'This is...

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The fall of sixty-three, I envisioned myself
"Miss Sorghum" of our Hancock County Fair.

I aced the talent phase on piano
but needed practice crossing a makeshift stage in heels.
Destiny roared, that fatal afternoon,
my clever escort list'ning for the judge's voice,
grabbed my hand for our debut. 

I stumbled...

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