Crawlspace Poems - Poems about Crawlspace

...Hey, Grace. Would you happen to know where I last left my face? Did I leave it in your lap, after taking that quick nap? Or, perhaps, after that embrace ~ in your narrow crawlspace? No? Haven't s......

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...Liquid stars drip to a sparkle, look up take a sip get your fill; Peek out of your crawlspace; Constellations and chaos cross feeding poets with wishing sauce; Eager to share a trace; Fear ......

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...If there'd be a crawlspace big enough for a mouse to fit through, it will be no worth for measured do one pleasure of a dearth will be a great loss to all concerned more Findings of a soul well......

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..."If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe," ... Carl Sagan Subtle crafts soundly, using euphemisms, yet cluelessness dealt a sheltered abyss. Whe......

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...Sunlight entered the aquamarine potting shed from the east Beating the master gardener by a few minutes or steps Ruffled marigold seeds were waiting to be planted in seedling trays It was March th......

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...That unshared secret… a crawlspace of denial where shadows keep your heart at bay, lonely all the while To hide in darkened corners, as falsehood lends its smile your mind left cramped—all vi......

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...Why am I here? Not existentially but literally why am I here in the crawlspace. "Why are any of us here?" Woh! Who are you people?......

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...Up and wide awake at three AM some creature in the attic once again. Running, tapping, chewing on the wood that can't be good. I jumped from bed to listen mad as he-double hockey sticks ar......

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...I’ve been trying to suppress it— Haven’t you noticed? There’s a pulse inside that must stay inside There’s a crawlspace where I keep you as mine I’ve been trying to kill it— The feelings, the......

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...Hollow place, crawlspace, where no emotion returns alive, Broken or calloused, which shall it be, if I had the choice to make And what is darkness to me or to them, as I attempt to find the sol......

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...Bright, early light slithered into the crawlspace. Something woke there under the dusty rafters. Stars in its eyes and cotton in its mouth. Nothing yet stirring, save for the faint breath of lif......

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...The House of Snakes By Elton Camp Snakes! They slithered here and hid there And inside the house—how did they dare? The new owners thought they found a buy To check it thoroughly they didn’......

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...Did it irk the burrowing domain, A crawlspace lit like pumpkin pie, And prick a truly genius brain, Till thoughts and deeds solidify? Sanctimonious in a sewage vat That leaked to opine and conv......

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...now is glare caged and pasted dry where once wet opened drapery skin so wide moments stubble the truth even as it chews on dreams stored in eyes’ dark crawlspace......

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...Dust motes swirled a pirouette, ponderous stardust in the light shaft capture, straight as a die; fired to my chest from the crack in the tiles' armour, right on target, unnerved my eye. Lase......

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