Floorboards Poems - Poems about Floorboards

...The jars were meant to confuse even me — labels scrawled backward, dates falsified, contents misnamed to keep them harmless. I stacked them like decoys — rows of false feelings, the real ones......

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...It clung like ivy, patient, green with hunger — wrapped itself around every beam, crept beneath shingles, rooted in the cellar’s damp breath. I mistook it for the house itself — fed it rain, f......

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...There was a window by the mango tree,   facing west, where sunlight spilled like secrets.   That’s where I waited,   where I last saw you—   not waving, just walking. The curtains danced eve......

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... I wasn’t born — I was expelled, From choking smoke and screams I yelled. No breath of grace, no holy light, Just claws and fire in endless night. No lullaby, no sweet refrain, Just rusted ......

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...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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...one look full of longing later in the glow of electric lips a brush with the unknown... those were the French films of your youth your concomitant struggles for love rambling th......

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... my soul-rose has a fulcrum sometimes veined petals spread a c R o Ss skies unknown thorns ready for piercing when blood too perfumed passionat......

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...he collected all his hopes, dreams and wishes hid them under floorboards of his room letting them all rest in darkness while burning in fire that comes from loss he collected everything he had ......

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... A stolen life. A split-second decision. Disorganised thoughts, jumbled— Tangled around an anaesthetised cortex. Clocks mockingly ticking, Ticking down inevitability, As a lone fly buzzes r......

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...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......

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... A surrealistic silence hangs sluggishly in the air, as I sit upon your violet clawfoot recliner, sorting fuchsia dresses into melancholic piles. An opal ring glistens while the sun drapes ov......

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... Written: May 08, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand. Art "Sitting at the Dock of the Bay' Oil, Plein Air Series, by Michelle Held. My Poem titled "Quiet Pier’s Lament" was written ......

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...The house of my life Is rotted and cracked. The floorboards are warped, And all of my broken windows Welcome wind. But from the rubble, I’ll piece out a coat, Made from my very best pieces ......

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...Distance, even for a short while, still is Whether it’s a river or a stream, you still need a bridge But bridges burn And even when they don’t They weather They rot They fall apart so slowly Y......

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...An unexceptional turning point in our marriage... unexpectedly came about, when possible prospect of the wife going to Puerto Rico by herself (for a fêted celebration of our eldest daughter ......

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