Creeping Poems - Poems about Creeping

As stars close their tired eyes when darkness fades the day they slip slowly out of sight and cloud-shrouded yesterday's no more in play say goodbye to a watercolour sky the rain washed away O say can you see morning has broken raising the curtain to curtail night daily they do it that way before we've woken and all the king's horses and all the...

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Hiding in plain sight, Cloaked by light, Shining just right, Creeping through my dark night, Clearing away the blight, Fighting to get free, So I can shine brightly, Teaching what I came to be, Reaching out so you can see, My entity spans eternity, My energy collectively intertwined, Within this universal mind, Here to help...

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A leaf, curled and crimson, bends beneath branches, burdened by cold and creeping chaos....

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Blood leaking from my nose, A probable prologue to my death. And it blows. The lows, Lately I’ve been peaking at my lows. A dishonourable rest forever forebodes. My heart keeps faking pounds and it shows, Why boy are you a “shy boy”? Wear a lie boy but it seems that they know. Fashionable is not...

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Age creeps up in subtle ways, Beyond the wrinkles or the grays, A loss of tolerance and spark And choosing to stay in the dark When new technology appears, Which would require switching gears. A mind, once sharp, now letting go Of things it always used to know. A tiredness which settles in Where second winds would once begin. But mostly knowing, like a curse, That...

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Each memory of you Pays every pain due. A hurt I tried to erase But it's etched in my heart to my last days. It's just like yesterday Picturing how you were held With every emotion propelled Time slows as the clock ticks away. I see you laugh hard To a familiar joke as if never heard. I see the devil dancing in his eyes And...

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It seems A sadness creeping in An errant breeze Bereft of ocean scent More an idle odor Mercilessly meandering Tingeing all With its turbid touch Recalling From the depth of joy A hidden angst A faded scar-like distress Painless Yet Somehow Calling attention To itself ...

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i've tried to express my fears the inescapable end to you i'm trying now, but am i clearly getting through it's not suicide i'm thinking of it's just the unknown crawling through the night creeping down the hall in my hot impulsive stirrings of yesterday i've traveled many nights to be with others borrowed money and shifted blame to anything i could imagine,...

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throw my shoes away and my panties too no one wants them used when death comes creeping through throw out my furniture but keep my dogs the cat is gone there are no more logs throw out my jewelry and my clutch it is all worthless pretty much but don’t torch the house or TV because this is your inheritance from me...

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The poetry section has a crazy short limit on characters so my piece had to be posted as a short story. https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/creeping_studies_9422 Thanks for reading!...

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Creeping gripping fear, Veiled by the sheets of the night, Phantom stranger lurks by....

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The shadows were creeping like golden summer, Upon arising covertly, from crimson dawn mists, And they shrank at noon to a realm just under, Then idly resumed, their daring sunshine risks, 'Til plum twilight, and a kingdom they'd missed! Written on August 11, 2021 For: A BRIAN STRAND 4 or 5 line Poetry Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand...

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Climate change is like cancer which can be creeping while awake of sleeping what we did describe were our thoughts about a tribe who should not imbibe while lying in bed disease seemed to spread and spread we did become dead what we suggested should always be well rested then can be tested Trump is an old crank should be forced to walk the plank to bottom he...

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Beauty stealthily creeps; peripherally drifting, sight unseen. We’re caught at times within her gaze so clean. Our eyeballs turning inside out rusted with mistrust, find beauty sometimes giggling, hidden deeply, as she must. Sometimes creeping slowly by, we neither see nor hear her sigh; feel her tap upon our shoulder, finger poking, smile sly. Like pregnant moments muscling to the fore you...

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yesterday laughed my bones creaked so my age creeping I was shocked; when did this happen? moreover, who is this old one? my age creeping...

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