Cracks Me Up Poems - Poems about Cracks Me Up

Cracks on the walls by Adejola Joseph Cracks on the walls If a wall is not opened lizard cannot enter When a friendship is not broken There can never be a crack on the walls Wall has ears The king's ears at home The king's ears in the city That is human for you Cracks on the walls....

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She smiled, The kind that fits Like fine porcelain On polished shelves. She added the sugar, Asked about the day, But folded her voice Into careful pleats. No one noticed, The twitch in her hand, How the tea danced Before the quick sips. She laughed, But her breath shook, Like windows trembling Before the wind. Even the mirror, Cracked behind her veil Dared not speak Of the quiver it caught. She kept it hidden, Polished with...

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Listen to this head as it cracks in the weight of my thoughts ants are passing all over and I am but a corpse running around dragging a body today did I have a bad day or am I just being neurotic or is it both....

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Written: May 09, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France Quote: "There is a loneliness more precious than life, there is a freedom more precious than the world." By Rumi **************** The frosty night breeze embraces me tight, Such as a moth-eaten shield, enticing flight. Bitter rain lashes...

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i keep a teacup with a cracked rim— it doesn’t hold warmth for long but i drink from it anyway. the hallway light flickers like it’s unsure if it wants to stay on. some nights, i understand. there’s a coat in the closet that no one wears, but i leave it hanging. the walls don’t echo when i speak softly. so i don’t. not anymore. i fold myself into the quiet corners...

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New cracks in old stone Just beginning to show, Reveals things never shown Things only one could know Just beginning to show A solid surface scrambles, Things only one could know Shedding into shambles A solid surface scrambles Every chisel brings a change, Shedding into shambles In time, it must arrange Every chisel brings a change Upon hard - headed rock, In time, it must arrange For none can...

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Ice can crack easily. With just a thought of death. Underneath there is nothing. There is no noise. Underneath. There is no frigid water. Or anything living. Ice can crack silently. Carefully moving. Or standing still. In the middle of the lake. Laughing. That’s enough! The ice cracks. Ice can crack gracefully. For no reason at all....

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Capsulate, wrenching wore around the nook Never asked to swing her lips and hardness hook A scary flood of fumes, fire her tears And the invoice innocence of her beats Enormously resonant as the dark dirt Self-like a famished, fainted convert Echoes the intensity of despair, she oftenly hides Yet, quietness and lowliness wove at every side She the rose’ pearl, mourns with...

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Oh what a sight when a star twinkles And ice cream all covered in sprinkles But life becomes clearer Right there in the mirror Where all I can see are my wrinkles...

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Do you know what to do Can you stay true When your life’s falling apart And yet I try to open my heart Wishes are fading I always seem to be waiting And even after ranting Do I know what to do? Does this answer your question, Because every time someone seems to mention, Legends always seem to make a mark, But last time I checked...

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Raised in a bed of flowers Counting the minutes Counting the hours As demons devoured One second is all it took From the cracks a rose flowered Wedded by passion The time kept ticking He grew in frailed fractions With a little limp as his only friend Out of the dirt. And out of the darkness But for the rose, darkness....

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cracks heard through ceiling suspense for squirrels awaiting fall of acorns and so much rain that they’ll float sans news they’ll only gather ...

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Sleep, beloved dreamer, when the shadows slip like serpents through the cracks of time, Why wake when the night is a dark poem, sifted by blind stars, Keep your secret deeply rooted in dreams of black velvet, Let the night be the curtain that hides the hidden wickedness, The storms, oh, those storms within the soul, that birth a...

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Windows open wide in the middle of the night, inhaling the brisk air, soaking up some moon light. It's cracks and craters were calling to me, so I pulled out a telescope to see what I might see.. There was a man in the moon clearly laughing with glee.. I said, "dear sir, what on earth is so funny?" He winked...

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Some days I'm just vacuous No coherent thoughts together And I use the vague excuse That it's due to the weather But actually my head's full Of fantastic visions and dreams And I can only feel the world Through the cracks in the seams...

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