Ceiling Poems - Poems about Ceiling

Ceiling of doubt

I was told the sky was endless,
But mine was a feather away
A low lid of shadows.
Every step echoes in a room
That was never meant to hold me.

Still, they say, reach higher.
But my hands find only fog,
And my faith slips through it
Like water through open fingers.

In despair, or deep sleep
I open my eyes
But I’m blind
Feeling my

CREATION OF MAN Section Sistine Chapel Ceiling 1511 -MICHELANGELO

 do not be afraid

                  GO !     MY  BELOVED
         YOU are the CENTRE OF CREATION
so go         

Birdsong

Tweet tweet tweet
I hear the birds speak
I wonder what they say

Perhaps it’s a song
Or a prayer strong
To welcome golden day

The sunshine glows
And wouldn’t you know
By their cheerful chirps

Perhaps they’ve learned 
To get the early worm
And whistle while you work

I lay here nude
Enjoying their tune
Of rainbow inflections 

Tan ceiling fan on
Creating my own song
Sunny disposition suggestion

The ceiling blinked first, it told me I was looking up too much

The ceiling blinked first—it told me I was looking up too much,
time laughed in a corner, counting backwards just to mock me,
my shadow packed its bags and left a sticky note:
"You're thinking too hard. I need air."
The fan above spun secrets, whispering in Morse code,
I'm not sure if it cursed me or told me the

I stared at the ceiling and wondered how the body keeps breathing when the soul gives up

I stared at the ceiling and wondered how the body keeps breathing when the soul gives up,
like a ship lost in the sea of silence, rudderless, drifting aimlessly,
they told me pain makes you stronger, but it left me numb,
like an echo of a heart that has ceased to truly beat in the world.
I wore sadness

Death Tree

It's roots are a foothold
To a mainstay stem
That shoots arms so strong
To hold person and string

Rope and note in his bag
Dire fully, he scrutinizes it
Till he locates a stronger hand
Fit to send him to dead-land

Throngs are amassed, astounded
Officers seek for testaments
His loved ones are richly wailing
Now he's like a drooping ceiling

The Glass Ceiling

The Glass Ceiling

“Woe there sister, where do you think you're going?
 Turn around, go back, stop, cease, desist!
 Nothing for you above my see-through barrier. 
Yes, yes, I know you can see them up there.
 They are welcome up above. 
Why? 
Well, because they have an outie and not an innie. 
They have their ice

Staring Contest With the Ceiling

Sometimes I don't think at all
Nights like this having staring contests with the ceiling
I concentrate on the little sparkly bits in the vast field of white
The nothingness
  the lid to my Universe
Sometimes I want to rip it away
Leave myself exposed
For the elements to come pick the flesh off my bones 
 finish tearing me

Ceiling Shadows

Two mismatched shoes lie
under the couch and one
behind the mahogany chair. 
One seems to be missing.

There are a watch and a phone
along with a pair of earrings
on the table beside the chair
and various items of clothing
here and there on the carpet.

A couple lies somewhat 
tangled in the midst of all,
looking up and talking about
shadows of

Glass Ceiling Skies

Quote: When these corporal bodies of ours have blown away into  the wind like shredded ribbons loosed from a kite, towards glass ceiling skies we will fly, then go to a place where no one ever truly dies. 

Up in heaven the flowers are blooming softly and with great intent 
for God pitched a

The Healing Ceiling

Oh to be laying on a bed
Of soft feathery fern
To rest my weary head
Not much left to learn

Except to look at the ceiling
There above the world
And know that what I'm feeling
Has brought my life unfurled

Freedom will come back to me
Freedom from the pain of life
Because for a moment I can see
& for a while I'll

Ceiling Fan

The lazy old   wooden fan
   worked   his tired arms
   twisting ‘round ‘n ‘round
Straining   against   the hot air
   trying to push   the room’s heavy
   layered heat   into motion.
 
The still air   resisted  

Sistine Ceiling Michelangelo

outstretched in space-
                                a fingertip touch of  God's grace

A Paid Carpenter Will Work

A carpenter for a clean job poised
And for a new ceiling I rejoiced.
Like soldiers' flag he did ceiling hoist,
His eyes of full true confidence moist...

A carpenter who knows a good joist
upon him you can't a bad one foist,
From afar would pick its sad fake smell,
Long before his hammer hits the nail.

The poised I had his

Insomniac Ceiling

Why deep in the night do thoughts mimic the sky
Dark unknown sights fraught with cynical eye
Things seem burdened and heavy shut not to pry
Mourning for morning who levy stars 'fore they die

A quiet that echoes sounds downcast and alone
The riot of bygones too long past to atone
Midst of tosses and throws not last of unknown
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