Creaked Poems - Poems about Creaked

... I turned to look back, feeling anxious as I stood "by the squeaky old gate that tomorrow will find." Was there someone there watching me? The gate creaked shut, echoing the taint of guilt That ......

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...They don’t ask if I remember. They think I’m just a tree— bark, leaves, and silence. But I do. I remember. Before roads, before fences, before the wooden swing on my lowest branch— I was ......

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...When we lived beneath thatch-roofed houses, Curry simmered in pots, Flames flickered from firewood gathered From hills and thickets. When bullock carts creaked Under paddy loads, Harvests rea......

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...Though the carpet teemed with costumes, toys and figures, laid orderlessly, it was barren. Distant echoes of the battery powered monkey clapped naively through the still air, and its dim LED eyes s......

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...“I like my lover's heart blackened with a deeper shade of darkness, where the ravens and I can rest in peace.” Ann Marie Eleazer She had her potions ready, plus an arrow etched with ru......

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... The Faded Garden Swing If the flaked paint on the old swing could speak, it would tell stories of days long ago, Of children's laughter and their bare, muddy feet, Of fireflies caught a......

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... I shudder while peering at sepia photographs, showing visits to my maiden Aunt Hilda’s house. Even though I was very young it was clear she didn’t tolerate children. I was to be ‘Seen and not......

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...It was a normal day, The day he had his first puff. Children played beneath the sun, And weary songs filled the air. Time didn’t stop as he’d been told, Not even the old man cast a glance As ......

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...Sitting by the creaking chair Which held my young self here and there, These rooms remind of me When I was shy and chubby I wanted to grow up, Only to realise this won't be a glow up Neither......

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...3. Am I destined to face calamity, Or is it my cursed fate, a harsh reality? At ten years old, I met the old man once more, At the gates of paradise, as I stood unsure. At ten, we thought we were......

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...She said his grin was as charming as a Shoebill Stock. Warning others of his lack of beauty and handsomeness. His presence caused others to feel spooked and haunted creating a situation hard t......

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...my first seduction was with a bowl of stale feta, a tragic affair with a refrigerator that wouldn't shut. crumbs scattered like apology, i whispered sweet nothings, "eat me, make me whole......

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...In the quiet moments, I sit and trace The lines of time etched on a familiar face, Once unburdened, with dreams like the sky, Now shadows of worries are creeping nearby. Days roll like rivers......

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...Trapped, Scared, Wary A dimly lighted room, A boy with no way out, Heavy metal locks on the polished brown doors, An abandoned clock ticking away, Counting hours, minutes, seconds, Before the......

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...In the shadowed maw of the forest deep, Where whispers of the night do creep, There lies a tale, a chilling draft, That sends shivers down the spine, so deft. A cabin old, with windows like ......

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