Creaking Poems - Poems about Creaking

...Monday blues are preceded by Sunday yellows And I have always hated these Sunday afternoons To me, they feel so lazy I watch as the world turns silent and still No noise except for the cr......Read the rest...

...In the outskirts, where whispers weave through the wind, there stands a farmhouse, its timbers groaning with secrets, a silhouette etched against the horizon’s fading light. Once, it was alive, ......Read the rest...

...A crumbling cabin, a jungle deep, An old soldier trudging by, Imagining he heard, in the breeze, A ghostly, wounded sigh. This elder sat 'neath a mangrove To ease his creaking bones, His une......Read the rest...

...He died in a sudden in a world untamed and a burden to his own flailing calmness yet nevertheless Hegg was dead dead for her and for her the earth, kingdoms, seas and all un......Read the rest...

...Dark Matters burn; a new age will beckon Ancient plans turn; with creaking tendons providence a blight, hidden in questions. Made of the aether; not of the heavens. Coalescing tangles and conne......Read the rest...

...It begins every day with strange sounds I would say rising up, to a mornings sun rays. There is cracking and creaking and parts even squeaking strange music my bones seem to play. There is ......Read the rest...

...The drifts move their white weight as if the heaps themselves were snowplows. Again the sky dumps afterthoughts, the packed mounds are remodeled under new wind-plantings. When the land is a......Read the rest...

...Beyond the wave-sacked pebbles lie the pockmarked dunes, sea-wind swept heaps, burrowed by the claws of scaly thrashers. Here they huddle, the working class, flogging grim pleasures, wolfing ......Read the rest...

...------------------------- I stepped into the dark corridor, and by an accidental touch of kindness, I entered into the haunted tower of time, like a sonata full of hope born and dreams of kisses ......Read the rest...

...Where the white gnaws a brook, black Ash trees sink waist high in a smoking frost. My coat is a rook's shadow. I need to thaw a fumed silhouette, warm my breath from old body embers. A......Read the rest...

...Mammoth cold this morning. There’s been an ice-storm. Creaking and walking boots talking shovel in heavy hand. Robins pounce on frozen worms. The wide spade snatches at the frozen turf, i......Read the rest...

...TITANIC The seawater around my ankles is so cold Who’d have thought in this final moment That when my time is near, I’d be smiling Well, it is more of an ironic grin, perhaps Damn those tea le......Read the rest...

...Head buried beneath the wind, hung, grasping an overhang, hug the thin bones of wiry tussocks. At the moor's edge where the cliff-drop, gnaws at the sky, a jutting ledge raises it hackles, fi......Read the rest...

... I love winter's slumber when the forest is peace and quiet I can hear the snow fall all the trees creaking and moaning but not all creatures are sleeping many are out and about ......Read the rest...

...I’m excited to head home, and smile in my car with the radio cheering me on. The echos of everyone’s smiles as I strut out the office. I would feel the satisfaction of making the world smile. ......Read the rest...