Best Walls Poems
I remember living quietly inside these red brick walls,
a soul, wandering alone through those dark, empty halls,
this is the place where I used to rest my weary head,
now you, another poetic heart, are dreaming here instead.
I was just a poet, a soul like you, so do not be afraid,
this is where I once lived, and this is where I stayed,
I want to whisper my secrets to you, late after midnight,
just hear my faded words, and I will remain out of sight.
There was a lonesome time when I wrote poetry, too,
now I am here, to be your muse and inspire you,
100 years ago, I lived on the other side, only now,
I dwell just behind these red brick walls, somehow.
(A sequel to my poem, "These Red Brick Walls")
These red brick walls have stood for nearly 100 years,
they have seen and absorbed happiness and tears,
if these walls could talk, just imagine what they could say,
a lifetime of cherished memories have not faded away.
I wonder, if 100 years from now, will I still be around,
maybe a part of my secrets will be waiting to be found,
my written words are embedded in the room where I slept,
all of those midnight thoughts and dreams will be here kept.
The window that brought new inspirations into my soul,
and the closed door that opened to my heart's empty hole,
from the wooden boards of the floor and up to the ceiling,
these walls of red bricks hold secrets that need revealing.
Their young strong-willed son,
ever resourceful,
has been given "time out" for bad behavior.
There is no noise coming from the room.
After two hours,
the mother grows concerned.
Why has there been
none of the usual clamor
by him to be released
from his small prison?
As she walks into her child's room,
she is startled by the claws of lions
which seem to spring
from the right side of the room.
She spins around with a gasp.
On four walls
are different animals
crouched or ready to pounce.
A black panther, which peers at her
with huge yellow eyes,
takes center stage
above the window
where it has been drawn
in bold crayon strokes
as if it were creeping in from the outside
to join the landscape
of the magnificent lush green jungle
applied to the once-white surface
of the walls surrounding her.
Owls and tropical birds
perch on the branches
of the jungle trees,
and a fat green snake slithers
by the door.
Her son, finishing up
the wall nearest his bed,
looks up at her
from the piles of crayons
strewn across the floor
and impishly smiles.
Did I mention,
he is also very artistic?
Written Feb. 22, 2016 For the contest of A.A.
Nobody knows what’s going on within these four walls
The fighting, the shouting, the pain and suffering – no friend ever calls
The skin around your eye is as black as the night
Yet you cover it up, no-one knows about your plight
‘Oh I caught it against the cupboard door or tripped and fell on the floor’
These are the excuses – we have heard them all before
Its not just physical violence you can see
There is verbal abuse that eats away at me
Both men and women can be the aggressors
With their violence and abuse they are the oppressors
‘Oh its just his way he loves me really’ she said
But in the morning she could be lying dead
Stand up to the bullies don’t let them get away
Or you may not be here to see another day
Talk to someone there are people who can help
And hopefully by the law they can be dealt
Submitted to the Dark Side of Love Contest
Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
2nd November 2014
So many live on the edge of Superficiality
Not wanting to see beyond the physical
Pretty clothes pretty people
Living pretty lives
They will never know the extrordinary ordinary
Regular every day people
Lives more complicated than the surface we see
Inside jokes
Struggles that add humor to their lives
Answers to questions they will never ask
They have dreams
Some beauty lies below the surface
Diamonds are never found laying on top of the ground
Gold is hidden for a reason
True wealth comes from effort
I want to be an emotional miner
Superficiality will not satisfy my yearning
Tell me your story
My ears scream for your words
Your secrets are safe with me
Tell me your jokes
I will get the punch line
I will cry your tears
Our spirits are intertwined
Unseen connections become our bonds
We were alway related
Time distance language computer screens
They are not limitations
I see beyond to a life of imagination
Not limited by what is seen
What is unseen will be fully felt
Our spirits eternal
Walls of superficiality melt away
my four walls are invisible, they cannot be seen
but they are thick, wide and deep after all these years
each board, each nail, a sorrow, a tear, a grief
I hide myself within these self-made high walls
secluded, concealed, my secret refuge from the world
I am safe within my box, I cannot be hurt in my fortress . . .
my box, my fortress has no ceiling and I can see the azure sky
the falling rain washes over me, the wind speaks to me, softly
snow, I gather like a pure white blanket
and my mind takes me to wonderful places, far off lands
and my fantasies are breathless and beautiful
and I write poetry, pages and pages, fluttering away
oh my box is a special place where tranquility dwells . . .
but sometimes, oh dark the journey, I visit death
down winding roads and I am a beautiful girl floating wispy
my long raven hair flowing like a cloud around me
and I stand before tombs, tombs and tombs
and those beneath the cold earth come to me
weeping we kiss until the light of dawn takes me away
back to my four walls, my box, my fortress with no ceiling . . .
and when I must venture into the real world, I wear a mask
a mask of happiness, I can never let anyone see
the pain within, it would shatter their hearts forever
oh my soul and heart are broken for all infinity, this is written
there has been too much death, too much sorrow, just too much
you have no idea, dear reader, you can even fathom it . . .
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February 19, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/these four walls
Copyright Protected, ID 16-759-533-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Four Walls
Sponsor, C.T.
Second Place
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Submitted to the contest, Second Place Contest
sponsor, Laura Loo
Seventh Place
written by Michael & The Mysterious Lady of Soup
Michael
The walls are tall but I know your there.
I hear your voice and the thoughs we share.
So close but can't touch your hand,
all I could do is spill out my words and let my pencil land.
Lady of Soup
I can feel your heartbeat beyond these walls,
one tear drop and my pencil falls.
The image of you vibrates my desired needs,
every thought about you inside me exceeds.
Michael
I press my palm on the door,
just to feel your hand makes me want you more.
My chest is beating to your song of desire.
To be inside your body and feel your waves of fire.
Lady of Soup
I take a deep breath to feel your essence here.
In my mind, the image of becomes so clear.
I can not calm a single thought about you.
I place my hands on my chest in hopes you get through.
Michael
Soon this door will open , and all shall be revealed.
So many things to be said, will start with kisses sealed.
To see you standing in your beauty and appeal
I have to have you as our passion will steal
Lady of Soup
The time has come for us to be in each others arms
before you opened the door, you had me with your charms.
Lets throw these notes away, and feel the desire for each other.
Lets keep this a secret between us, my dear poet and sexy lover..
They cling, these city dwellers,
to crannied city walls
dusted with the exhaled indifference
of a blindly passing world.
Gasping in the fetid urban exhale
longing for the touch of errant bee.
Escapees of discarded flower pots
surviving on sporadic a/c drips
stretch to catch a glimpse of sunrise.
Rooted in their dreams of being free.
2/18/2020
I prowl the days within myself
To heal these battle scars
But days at times unwrapps itself
With binding sturdy bars.
That holds me back from freedom's grace
From the man I'd hoped to be
Often scans my troubled face
In search of empty glee.
All my days since life begun
The constant fight appalls
Often glows what strength has won
Behind these prison walls.
From my self made
Prison walls
I look outside
And see the sun
The ocean breeze
Reaches me
I see the seagulls
Flying free
These hard and cold
Stone cell walls
Close around me
Cut my thoughts
This debilitating
Fear a feel
It's like a prison
Halting my dreams
I wanna fly
High in the sky
Like those seagulls
Without a fright
To reach beyond
This self made walls
To expand and become
More than my thoughts
I'll take a leap
Based on faith
I'll break those chains
And fly away
***
December 18, 2016
Saturday Night...
You’re here, in the flesh; tall and handsome, where nothing stands between us
but our breaths... softly, yet eagerly exchanging warm, casual greetings
Tonight, in the absence of distance, time is defunct; obsolete...
And if these walls could speak, they would tell of the blazing sparks that fly
when our eyes meet and how quickly I have to look away
or I would melt like fresh, creamy butter in sunlight at noon!
~*~
9/7/13
For "Mr. Incredible"
On these bare walls
there once hung
artwork that was picked by you,
which you'd then picked over,
leaving only a needlepoint
your mother made for our wedding
and a picture an alcoholic friend gave you
of a bear
How ironic now,
it seems, they're not so bare
since I've hung a painting of
dancing bears on the bare wall where
I took down the needlepoint
and a butterfly,
in the bare spot you left
by the front door
Four walls
Stuck inside these four walls
The sky
The earth
The east
The west
Where does one run
Where does one hide
Four walls inside my head
Imprisoned by butterfly wings
Four hours and still counting
Four undertakers, to take me home
Freed from my imagined room
Forewarned robbens' on islands’ understood
Flowers sprout as rain drops fall
Over sunny skies these four walls are tall
Universal is the prison
Ruined when the four walls fly in the sky
I thought I was safe behind Castle walls
Within my Kingdom I made the rules
There outside the gate I heard her calls
Why did I choose to listen to fools
I opened the drawbridge, let her in
Within my Kingdom I made the rules
I had not known where she had been
Her ideas corrupted my mind
I opened the drawbridge, let her in
In the beginning she seemed so kind
At my table together we ate
Her ideas corrupted my mind
Completly unaware of my fate
She beguiled me, with that lovely smile
At my table together we ate
I became subdued after a while
She beguiled me, with that lovely smile
I thought I was safe behind castle walls
There outside the gate her lover calls
Written February 3rd for Shadow's Castle Contest.
Thoughts and words cannot be reconciled
In the tunnel I'm locked
Echo of mortal words
and the footprints of the killer
Spiders and hordes of bats
Although I am inviolable, death is stronger
I can not fight against the power of darkness
in this criminal underworld
Raw and intense - brutal realities
Trapped in my own body
Closes my eyes and disappears into my own existence
I realize the pitiful truth
The sledgehammer hits harder and harder
An ice cold, psychopathic killer
The head and the heart will so gladly accept
this indescribably ruthless pain
The past and the future are killed
I hope the shadows never find me
____/____ let my soul rest
until we meet again
28/01/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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