Halls Poems - Poems about Halls

In the silent halls where silence reigned supreme, An unseen storm shattered the stillness, like a foreign voice, A harsh, uninvited voice that wove a tale of judgments, Speaking of unseen mistakes, lost in shadow. Its echo spread, bitter as a dark wave, Without evidence, without support, yet seeking to tarnish names, The mirror cracked, its truth betrayed by words, But in...

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You feel the whispers slither down the long corridor, each murmur coiling around your thoughts like hungry vines. They scratch at your calm, sharp as claws unseen, and fracture your resolve until your heart cannot stay silent. You sense the walls themselves lean, curious and burdened, their cracks breathing echoes of every stolen word. Even the chairs groan beneath an invisible...

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The Great Halls of Eden (A lone voice whispers) Walking in like the Grand Inquisitor Tomás de Torquemada Dressed in a dark robe With Beethoven's “Moonlight Sonata” playing loudly in her wake I can remember when Love brought me through a gate To a doorway leading to her Three Castles of Rejection Cruelty Intolerance, and Fanaticism And when she nearly broke me within each...

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HALLS OF AMENTI 2 Doom dark in the Halls of Amenti whole families are dropped down drains covers shut tight no pink flamingos not a single orange tree in sight They grope along hold each other’s fat oozing rats over feet beat noisy fish tank heat some scream where’s hubby cream ! others connect online or via human law to no avail...

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Striking, revered portraits line the massive, hallowed halls Reflecting the faces of the Founders; those who have given all. These Heroes focused on peace and were positively sure. They knew exactly whom they were protecting and fighting for. Each was willing to sacrifice treasure, and surrender their very life To rise above the mundane, to embrace turbulent political strife, To...

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In halls of learning, where young minds ignite, A symphony of guidance, shining ever bright. Not just the teacher with lessons planned, But every soul contributes, with loving hand. The janitor's care, a clean and welcoming space, The lunch lady's smile, a warm and friendly face. The principal's vision, a steady, guiding light, Each plays a part, in shaping futures bright. From bus...

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• I've never really noticed how slanted the walls look • Almost like they're about to fall • I'd once leaned on them, they started to creak • Echoing through the hall...

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•As I lean on the concrete walls •And stare down the empty halls •To greet someone I've never met •And give them back their missing pet ...

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Water builds in the ends of fingers and toes It’s always there first Rising, filling up, inching closer to the heart To the core of dreaded distant thoughts Like a water balloon Expanding, ready at a moments notice to pop. Pouring sickly sweat from each tiny hole that covers the body Gathering at your feet- A puddle A clear cut reflection A reason to drown. Sink...

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I remember when the walls were red. Not a single person was dead. The room was big and wide, And it was so easy to confide. I lived in cabin seven. Jacque called it Heaven. I never thought I’d forget. It’s like we never met. Now the walls are no longer red. My old friends might as well be dead. The rooms are so small...

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In halls of time threaded upon the spindle of lingering thought, Youth sheds at dawn like dew entwined on strawberries, Weaving a veil of dreams and hopes, the storm is but a hushed song, The greatest gift—a mystery shared on pages of life yet untrodden. It is the whisper of the wind among ancient walnut trees, racing, Word before the...

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He speaks an uncomplex language, a simpler time and all the more better for he to not contemplate the ways of the Sun - revolving around in his mind, burning synapsis, conjoining an onyx ringed Saturn unmasked (they say the devil, Medusa dwells there), now view the Sun ray-banned, traversing his time around the skirts of it all, they say earthquakes follow...

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Pens and pencils are a memory. A vacation from paper, as well. I am folding inside. I am folding and ruminating and then blooming again. Spontaneous! Fascinating! I’m ready to be famous! But for now, all I can focus on is another blanket, another blanket, another blanket. Some better food. And maybe going home someday....

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We walk within the halls of time Vast corridors of emotion Caught up in the ebb and flow Of selfishness or devotion Some remain unrepentant And some their lives they must atone Most will travel with the pack While others walk their path alone But still the clock keeps ticking down Each decision you can't undo Whether malice or forgiveness The door you choose is up...

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HALLS OF AMENTI :1 My Kingdom is clear of books poetry, coins ...

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