Floorboard Poems - Poems about Floorboard

...I’m scared of the dark When it’s dark our minds can wander Creating objects and people that don’t exist Anything or anyone could be hiding behind and object that we can’t see behind, waiting Wait......

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... the floorboard that gasps when stepped on the blue bulb pulsing in an amber-lit room the coffee stain colonizing your blue shirt— some days, we’re nothing but a tiny inconvenience sharpen a ......

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...Silently, stealthily, slowly He strolled with great care So as to avoid the floorboard That would squeak And seal his fate Smiling, sweating, successful He slid past the enemy That could te......

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... I have an awful memory. It's sad. Seemingly destroyed by that madman Who, sixty-one years ago, pulled out Without looking,and crashed into my car Sending mine careering towards death. Ha! I......

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...He died in a sudden in a world untamed and a burden to his own flailing calmness yet nevertheless Hegg was dead dead for her and for her the earth, kingdoms, seas and all un......

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... In the back floorboard empty Boones Farm bottles, rattled to the rhythm of lust without love. Fourteen and her world was a different backseat, staring at another gray rooftop above. He’d aban......

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...I pushed at the open door no sound just darkness inside. Dust filtered my nostrils, a mustiness of lost years inhabited my senses. A loose floorboard creaked in the stairwell, the ......

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...I creep around Before the dawn The hopeful joy Of Christmas morn Each floorboard creaks As tippy-toe Snow laden boots So quietly go The child-like thrill Of early eyes Awake in hope Of......

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...Horror and love He rented a room in Puerto Lemon to make love to a woman beautiful, but since both of them came from one of those hideous little towns along the coast of Norway they had to be d......

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...NOTE: Some of you seemed to enjoy my stories from the past. Of course, posting this in the story folder is tantamount to burying it six feet under, as you know, so I'm posting it here. I understand t......

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...This soul is gentle, proud and true I’ve veins of red and veins of blue Red like flames that lick the air Blue that hides, they’re unaware The heart that worships and adores Is the same tha......

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...He pushed at the open door no sound just darkness inside. Dust filtered his nostrils, a mustiness of lost years inhabited his senses. A loose floorboard creaked in the stairwell, t......

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...Unlike the Famous Five, with capers, japes and adventures, boats and well stocked picnics, we lived a back street life. With a sock and masking tape ball and mucky fat sarnies. The Family Allowa......

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...The Ballad of Love Distorted The horse’s ears flicker in silent rebuke His rider is tense, taut, confused. Raw frost shining in soft silver rhythm And the cutting cold wind is unforgiving, ......

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...I pushed at the open door no sound just darkness inside. Dust filtered my nostrils, a mustiness of lost years inhabited my senses. A loose floorboard creaked in the stairwell, the ......

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