Creaky Poems - Poems about Creaky

There was love in an old, creaky sofa, where two weary souls found comfort night after night, tightly embraced, as if time had stood still to protect them. There was love in an old, faded photograph, with tattered edges, bearing the mark of time, yet still holding the smile of a rainy day, like a relic of happiness. There was love...

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The Creators brush in the stream of Ocean waves Painting with feeling and shading with inner thought Inventing a life a moment of escape Swimming towards an open gate A trigger with a conscience A finger on a dime in somebody's tore pocket What is saved at the end of the day without the skill of care. Losing...

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the smell of her perfume is still in the air internal rolling hills with large stones give me blue relief it has been a few weeks and i am still on the sharp edge of last night melted snow falls from the sun's red eyes in the sky my pain worsens, and i know that i have just been...

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The house wasn’t as old as my father, However some parts were starting to creak, He detested outliving my mother, And wanted a still house that didn’t speak. His small bedroom window had a loose screw, And it made a rattling sound day and night. It made a sound whenever the wind blew, He would call out her name, “Joan”,...

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Those ol' creaky stairs have seen better days. The varnish withers as the worn wood decays. I look at them at times and want to repaint so that the evident lines seen are far-more faint. Last week I walked up them and felt them sinking, but then later that day I sat on the couch thinking. Maybe those lines...

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My eyes had been shut less than six minutes when I woke up to a faint dangerous creaky sound. Front door opening? Grandchild whine? Ominous whirr next to my ear. Mosquito or bee. Neither welcome. I woke immediately, Jumped away from the covers. Expecting a bite or a pinch. Neither happened. Listened harder. Neighbor’s saw meant no nap for me today. Or was it my...

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The Unlocked Creaky Gate The giant iron gate creaked At the touch of my feverish hands. Without permission I unbolted the unlocked gate. Sweaty forehead, numb hands, Iced feet, my stomach tightened, The palpitation of the heart Grew loud and clear Like a death knell echoing. Strange isn't it? Dragging my frozen torso I walked on the grey cobbled pathway Quickly turning round the shroudy...

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Creaky bones, I must be getting old. Creaky bones, But I will not be told. Creaky bones, Those stairs are hard to climb. Creaky bones, I will not moan and whine. Creaky bones, Bending to tie up shoes. Creaky bones, Waiting in those long queues. Creaky bones, Once young, now aging fast. Creaky bones, Soon I’ll have that free bus pass. Creaky bones....

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