Floor Poems - Poems about Floor

When walking on a wet floor, Prints are left up to the door. For the leopard to follow, Deep in a line. A layer of water, Becomes quite slick. Pick up a broom, Becomes a hockey stick. ...

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I was the storm in his already burning house, the shaking hands gripping the match, the hurricane whispering, You deserved this. But I did not mean to be destruction. I did not wake up one morning and choose to tear through his world with my bare hands. I was drowning, and drowning people do not check to see who they pull under when...

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The discarded dead find an unused beauty, an afterlife that curls, re births, tunnels and reshapes - a mulching of a former season's thin bones. Mortality buds from an emptiness long before the seed encloses it, a mottled mold unwinds death to life. See the genetics of the unseen, see the shedding and replenishing, a branching polymorphic architecture that constantly furrows and gardens the grave. A self-determined...

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Gravity makes things go down, to the ground like a funny clown. Missing the trash can, now on the floor plan. Gravity will always be around....

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Floor Mirrors The way free standing floor mirrors use colour is very close to the way traffic lights use colour. ...

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The cat was on the dance floor He didn’t meow, anymore; Because his rhythm from his paws He stops, stares and stands on hind two paws Cat stands dance not he jest, praise the Lord ...

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Step across the threshold, Step into my world. You can be my Summer; We will languish in the heat. Lying sweaty on top of messy sheets. Our time will seem to stretch out endlessly before us, And we will believe that this can go on forever. But when the air starts to cool our bodies, Lover, you’ll become my Autumn. Your love won’t be...

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I like to write poetry sitting on the floor. Even when my body is sore. From feeling panic throughout the night. So I am tense and tight. When I wake in the morning, I could eat breakfast. But before that, I write a poem really fast. I like to write poetry sitting on the floor. Pages...

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If I tear myself apart, Will you be there to build me back up ? Will you take the time to repair what’s broken ? Even if it can’t be repaired ? Even if it happens again ? I could never promise you peace. If I did, I would be looking at myself in the mirror, And my eyes wouldn't be...

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On the floor of the future, she twirls, dancing through the boundless, In contemporary moments, still unshaped, She carves her path through the fullness of time, Until it becomes one with her present. An ethereal dance, spiraling into destiny, Moments merge, battling with eternity, Each movement, a step into the unknown, A leap among stars, constellations of unmade memories. Now she says she...

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On the floor of the future spins a shapeless dance among moments Not yet existent in the present that shapes its days, Carving its path with pricks and blows through the fullness of time, Weaving until it becomes one with its ephemeral present. An ethereal dance, spiral of destiny, where moments merge, Battling eternity, each movement a step into the...

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Nail on The Floor Glass half full Glass half empty Life that’s null Or life of plenty A screw on the floor Is not one falling But just one more To our life’s building The choice is ours Each day to take Whether rich or poor Life’s what we make...

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We rarely do events at night But dinner went ‘til after 9, So new-found friends convinced us To join in and we could not decline. A trio played - most songs we knew - And people boogied to the beat, Yet even when our friends got up, I watched them, comfy in my seat. Until one song demanded that I get my butt up...

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. i watched hern nymph spy my whilst ...

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I finished writing in my head And dashed to typing, but alas I dropped the text, it fell unsaid Crashed down in bits, just like a vase Words on the floor in random order Glint in the sunny summer day They melt like ice, and so get broader Spread out every which way Some quickly rot, but some are fresh Like...

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