Chamber Poems - Poems about Chamber

the bones are the first to know, they hum a low dirge, like a bass line in a dying bar, deep under the skin’s slow retreat. blood stumbles in the corridors, loses its way in the veins, tries to remember where it used to go. the heart? it forgets the beat, like a drunk forgetting the name of the woman he once begged for. lungs collapse...

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whispers faint traverse cobblestones… a continent... echoing blood-red ...

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The chaos in my heart, The turbulence within my chamber, A sea in tempestuous rage, A sudden, rapid turning of the pages of a book, An uproar gnawing at my mind— Tranquil, I still seek to find. I walk into the embrace of the day, I walk into the loveliness...

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So, the glistening aim noticeably passes by, So, the dangerous motion formidably goes by, So, the unknown one remains unknown for the time being, So, one is ahead of the petty singing. The one and only is good-natured and well-behaved, He is favoured and well-blessed. Though the great Guide is sacrificed, done and dusted, The honest being is fit, fine, and...

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Dark fantasies ride glistening moonbeams through my chamber window. They dance their strange ballet on cobwebs in the flickering candlelight, before they abide among the dusty tomes. The tapestries strain to muffle the sound of my breathing, and the frantic scratching of my quill across the dry parchment. The moon slowly retreats behind thick clouds, and the moonbeams are pierced by...

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Madam Kalla was a witch She was tall and slim Lived unnoticed, inch by inch In an old house in Tallinn She lived at Vana-Viru, 10 Nearby the little square Ladies with their gentlemen Stroll around here and there Madam Kalla understood Their language very well Never spoke it, though she could But she didn't want to tell I remember the long table Chandeliers and candle light Bob Sapozhnin’s...

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locked without a key my heart is a love chamber closed for some repair...

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You can draw me in But I'm always in the blank space The void of "just stepped outside" Though my hand could rub the ink Maybe I'll sit staring at stained fingertips Proving I was there, made an impact Even changed the scene It's all illusion, I just cast a brief shadow Then returned outside Kept the retinol image And the sense of longing Everyone...

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The echo location ...

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In the chamber of the soul, where silences gather, I dwell as a hermit in the city of foam, Where the world seems like a faded illusion, I wrap myself in thoughts, like a tree in its closed bark. Through my veins flows the blood of the unseen, Heroes of solitude, bearers of sharp shields, Warriors in the shadow of the...

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In the chamber of silence where souls converge, Masks lie in wait, the nocturnal guardians of our being. Adorned with grimaces and velvet smiles, They are armors against the unknown arrows of the estranged world. Oh, how they descend like curtains over our fragility, Sitting so carefully upon the shoulders of pleasure, the cloth of outward beauty. We learn to parade...

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Sanctum Within the soul Bedchamber once hidden Curtain torn from top to bottom Heaven Date: 02/02/2024 Pick-A-Title, Vol. 41 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh ...

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Let me think, But only for a moment. I’ll let time pass and move on, As I think and figure out what the solution to all my problems are. Could it be as simple as finding an incandescent person to call mine? Or as brave as popping pills? Either way, a change will be made. And things will move on without me. The...

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I was a bonafide, happy beautician, like a gorgeous, daisy sun as it is rising; And charming, happy faces were my pursuit, like silvery moonlight uprising. My days were a flurry of manicures and facials, like nature's green revisions, Or gardens and fields sprouting colors, due to hidden, mysterious decisions. I loved ruby, pleasant hours of work, and the...

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The night inside me, Anticipating heaven's light, The gloom in my chamber, Awaiting the sun's rise. Treasured are the halcyon days, Gone in a way cloaked by time, Memorable are the bouquet days, Shrivelled by the dark hands of time. Struggling and creating, All go on the dismal way, Sculpting and moulding, The materials are obstinate. Twilight holds sway, Dawn is in a deep sleep, I'm on a...

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