Down The Stairs Poems - Poems about Down The Stairs

...I COULD BARELY TAKE CARE OF MYSELF AFTER FALLING DOWN THE STAIRS FRACTURING MY HIP RAISING A SMALL CHILD MY CHURCH FAMILY WAS AWESOME I SANG IN THE CHIOR THEY ALL KNEW MY DEVESTATION MY ABUSIVE EX HU......

Continue reading...

...I had searched for him earlier on, I needed his urgent assistance, He was supposed to accompany me to an office and arbitrate on my behalf, Then I would be able to submit the necessary materials, ......

Continue reading...

...Please look away. Don't stare down the demons behind my eyes. Please don't look at me. Please don't see me. I can't imagine what would happen if we understood. If we looked behind the mask a......

Continue reading...

...April 24th 2018 time stood still for I thought it was just another argument between my mother and father was actually my mothers breaking point. as the sun was setting and I was doing my best to......

Continue reading...

...April 24th 2018 time stood still for I thought it was just another argument between my mother and father was actually my mothers breaking point. as the sun was setting and I was doing my best to......

Continue reading...

...The grandfather clock A grandfather clock sat in pride of place in my childhood home I would sit at its base and watch the magical movements of the pendulum I would talk to the clock as if were a ......

Continue reading...

...Why does the sun sympathize with the man in the black shirt who is delirious with success? That looking at the window is the door to all happiness For him, an effective way to achieve this is with......

Continue reading...

... It's hard What is? The feigned facade displayed on Caps on my face The last thing I am is brave In the dark, I'm everything I want to be In the light, I'm who they want me to be. It's hard ......

Continue reading...

...Santa Claus, we’ve been out of touch and I don’t ask for very much but I have needs, and I’m in Dutch I want to see the light of day oh, and can you give me a sleigh and a way to forget yest......

Continue reading...

...I often write in anger, I write when I am hurting. So many poems are focused around the word "you". I hate it. I hate how full of anger for you I am, Especially when I am also full of love. ......

Continue reading...

...I sat with pen, with page snow-white, to sculpt a verse, to birth some light— but all my thoughts just slipped away like shy young clouds who won’t stay. No poet’s muse knocked at my doo......

Continue reading...

...The charming Miss Lola dwelt in the small town, at the edge of Red River, With only her goose, 'Rouge.' She was named after her spot of wet vigor. Rouge was the darling of Miss Lola, like......

Continue reading...

...‘I found an explosive quill down on the streets of New Orleans.’ It’s fun to share who I am and also learn from other writers. There was a discussion on the idea to let yourself get lost inside ......

Continue reading...

...I always wanted to be a medieval jester, the one who sneaks up behind the queen and makes her guess who caressed her. I always wanted to be the Lord of Misrule, King Lear's sad foo......

Continue reading...

...Rats in the cellar, squirrels in the tree, things aren't the same as they used to be. When I left for school with my li'l lunch pail, I didn't expect a penguin to swallow a whale. Such an inj......

Continue reading...