Curtainless Poems - Poems about Curtainless

...Curtains, at Grandma’s house, hide the inner sanctum - memories remodeled. —Quote by Poet I Recall Curtains Loveliness is lace; I recall curtains. Village without curtains; ......

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...Headlights messaged through midnight windows Curtainless glass unable to subdue the urgency Car obtained in street nearby was theirs temporarily Three hour drive to ship leaving island next morn......

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...Lost Space The room is bare only a chair still warm from the woman who sat there she won`t be coming back. The room is stuffy needs airing there is a sofa in the corner with a sleeping bag. A ......

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...I'm but a face on the wrong side of a foggy window. I'm but a shadow who dances in the headlights at night. So while you're lying there, wondering if I will ever let go, Would you just try to shut......

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...MOVING HOUSE Everyone gone. Scattered long-lost yellow photos, outdated tickets, Carpet hollows where furniture stood, Are the only traces. End of the world we knew - Walls scorched......

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...Slowly ascending the steps towards, once upon a times Familiar front doors; which seem as although, but yesterday When her newness held such vibrancy; colours be their laughter Love, filling thes......

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...Atop The Table 'an empty verse' and empty hands ~understand~ The glass in hand can drown out ten- thousand and ten; Hearts, ~emptiness~ ' ' looking for ? a f l o w e ......

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...Atop The Table 'an empty verse' and empty hands ~understand~ The glass in hand can drown out ten- thousand and ten; Hearts, ~emptiness~ ' ' looking for ? a f l o w e ......

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...'an empty verse' and empty hands ~understand~ The glass in hand can drown out ten- thousand and ten; Hearts, ~emptiness~ ' ' looking for ? a f l o w e r '' '' ......

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...I’m stealing through a twilit realm, the ancient pale of Whereis, passing chambers of an Heiress (though no need to feel embarrassed) through a magic mystic mirror hanging curtainless. A glimps......

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...My eyes closed as broken pieces fell to the floor... Through my fingers they dropped by an open door... The breeze blew in as I struggle......

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...The reality of it all.... The clock upon the wall Broken, the crystal glass, cracked Dust covered, and no longer The turning of its hands But I remember, I remember When it was new.......

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