Cellar Poems - Poems about Cellar

Rats in the cellar, squirrels in the tree, things aren't the same as they used to be. When I left for school with my li'l lunch pail, I didn't expect a penguin to swallow a whale. Such an injustice, I've never seen, a cantaloupe falsely imprisoned a bean. It's unheeded screams, uncontrolled laughter, when it's trolls that live happily ever after. Doors off their...

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Like wine deep in the racks poems carefully age Each of a vintage a time and a place — labeled to consume (The Rathskeller: July, 2015) ...

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That's the trouble with her Miller: Lots of fancy for fine killer, Yeah not Real Life - The safe thriller But it's no Decent Time filler, Millers remembrance of thriller The time wise neighbour turns tiller And one they 've got in James Bila, In the past fond of Godzilla, Now in their church a strong pillar... "Oh! Why had I accepted Miller For thriller...

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Klaus is a ravening louse WHO is his edict-ing house Where he whips errant fantasy out There he acts world bell-weather Strutting and foaming of mouth His offering Though's really small A magnifier; here is the call.' The maiden did shout What's the slug all about? So he slid through a crack in the wall...

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The window is long and narrow, the casement-sill a brooding lid far overhead. The glass is dirty, thick, and warped. It is not a window made to see through. People live in higher rooms; they dwell in the light, they clatter down the staircase, their shoes tap and thud on the pavement above. Footsteps fade into a settling dusk. Half a century later,...

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There’s a boy in the cellar with a stone in his mouth. In the stone is a bird. In the bird is a future unhatched, unborn, unclean. Unbeknownst to the world, he is dead. In the dark there is laughter from faces unseen. It is here you will stay and alone in this place you will dwell. With them. With it....

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We used to hike abandoned roads O’er which they once hauled heavy loads. Roads deserted, now ragged lines Just deep ruts between the pines. Stone walls still trace these rugged tracks Defining paths to there and back. Meandering trails now no one roams But long ago they lead to homes No longer there, those long lost souls Their homes in ruins, now...

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The creaky old stairs disappear Enveloped by the darkness down below There lies an evil toxic place He said you never ever want to go He said he's pulled by a neurotic compulsion That whispers incessantly in his mind He fervently tries to fight it Next thing he knows, he’s deep inside He said there's solace in the quiet All of the anxious voices...

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Dust covered webs clinging to longevity oily dirt floors aching to feel the sun hanging pull string lights swing eerie shadows a-dance on coal blackened wood creaking boards arthritic lament stone walls weeping in the dark ©10/10/2019 Goosebumps Poetry Contest...

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The Adjective Cellar Nestling smugly twixt pepper and salt The adjective cellar begins its assault When carelessly picked by some epicure Who sadly considers himself connoisseur Once the poor dinner guest flips up the top The words tumble out, they’re awkward to stop They bounce on the table and under the chairs And yelling and screaming they bound up the stairs Normally nouns are...

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There is a woodpile in my in-laws’ cellar, and some coal, but other rumored things also. And it has been there a long time since anyone tripped down these broken concrete steps. Maybe twenty or thirty years; we inherited this home a long time ago. We have sold it four times on contract, which has fallen through again. My husband...

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1/4 C OF BRONW SUGAR 1/4 C HONEY 1/4 C SWEET CHILI PASTE 1/4 C CHOPPED CANDIED GINGER 3 TABLESPOONS OF SWEET WINE 1 TABLESPOON OF ONION POWDER 1 TABLESPOON GARLIC POWDER 2 TABLESPOONS OF LEMON JUICE .......................................................................................................... 1 TO 2 POUNDS OF COUNTRY HAM 2 C BUTTERMILK SOAK HAM IN BUTTERMILK, OVERNGHT OR FOR 2-3 HOURS, TOWEL DRY AND BAKE FOR 30--45 MINUTES. WHILE HAM...

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Silencing the voices of discontent You're fired message sent Yates was the first to go Evidence of Collusion she did show The great investigation of collusion Now they beg for its conclusion The leader Comey of the FBI Damaging statements Russia did spy Special agent McCabe of the FBI Fired because he may have told a lie Agent Strzok text we'll stop trump Fired next on...

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In the cellar of my heart, the best wine of life I keep: Friendship! © Demetrios Trifiatis 16 April 2016...

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Cellar Door The word cellar door, may paint a cold, dark image, But the two words together, are simply magnificent. They roll off the tongue, like a red silk carpet And when you find something so beautiful, You should not forget it. For cellar door, I simply adore, For it's a connection of words, that are simply beautiful. Two words together, that...

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