Carpets Poems - Poems about Carpets

Autumn time starting dry leaves floating equal to, flying carpets...

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Carpets Can't Fly i gave you what i didn't have, so i guess that's a negative i loved you with love i didn't acquire, so i guess that's why you hate me NO! YOU! i laid the foundation for which i hoped we built upon NO! YOU! i boosted your confidence when seen your self-esteem...

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Carpet spoke. "It is only Tuesday and already I am covered in pieces and all that straw and occasional crisp. I have no mouth. I cannot possibly devour it. Where are my friends the hoovering Harriet and the Belinda broomstick? Where is Derek dustpan? I feel quite abandoned really. And I shall start to rise...

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A fragrant vagrant isn't a bad thing it is wise to fill a dolly bag with silver coins. Drooping dressing doopy doggy draperies draped. Cabal cable carnage. How not so idyllic. And a two ton carriage of bees could never really do the twisting dance at a disco. Such is the heavyweight marathon. Stomp swim....

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Red, It pierces your soul diminishing your will “It wasn't your fault” it cycles your head with no end The guilt, chewing at your ankles taking bits of sanity at a time If you ignore it it’ll go away right? You think denial is your minds cure but it is the opposite It’s the supplier to your madness Days past the thoughts get louder it’s the essence of evil you...

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Fold down all the red carpets, To roll down peace!...

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Tis been over a decade now Although it seems as that a lifetime Since passing aneath this bridge... Beyound the night; these words entering Into my mind twas twilight: having then for a couple of years Started carrying these little notebooks everywhere we went Pouring atop pages scribbling in colours while exercising life's plight Kiss the sun first day of winter chasing...

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I went for a walk and there, at the side of the road was a carpet; looking old, unique and interesting, I picked it up and carried it home. I laid it out on the floor, it was worn, tattered and forlorn; yet, it held a certain beauty to me, so I spent several hours cleaning it. My Pearl Kitty sauntered into...

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