Hallway Poems - Poems about Hallway

The Flamboyant Hallway

Morning comes alive and the sound of fire crackers erupted in the skies; the traffic began to flow smoothly and I could hear a distance sound resonating in the background and as I get closer to my destination, I felt a strange sensation around me and something preying upon my dignity and the sound gets

Hallway

Hallway

Things the upstairs hallway desperately needs to 
make her feel like a 
hallway include:
jugs of 
water with a 
hint of 
lemon and 
sarsaparilla (yuk!), heads of 
asparagus, afros, viruses (non-
life-threatening 
only), accounting ledgers, human 
toenails, frog 
farts, TV static, nautical 
caps, half 
rainbows, a 
cat – any breed will 
do – meows, stamps (blank), bucket

Hallway Heroes

With gentle words and steady hands
her work is filled with love
She meets the tasks her role commands
then soars so far above

With rows of little desks and seats
and number charts displayed
Each morning, with a smile, she greets
her class of second-grade

Her walls adorned with works of art
to boost her student's pride
She navigates each youthful heart
with kindness in

Hallway of memories

School certificates 
work awards poetry praise
 life accomplishments

Hero's In the Hallway

They are everywhere, constantly moving,
    Amongst the mass of humanity.
        Opening new doors in their travels,
            While they redefine reality.

            With a stride

Relics In the Hallway

Time is a mirrored hallway.
As you walk down it, the past echoes at your heels,
The present flashes briefly as you pass,
And each step brings you closer to a future you can never see.
Life is what happens between the past and the future.
Every second we live is both the birth and the death
Of that particular moment

Old Hallway In Winter Darkness

A slight chill of cold darkness,
air hit me as I roamed outside,
I saw the red moon move a fence,
alike a farmer with a glowing nose,
I kept speaking and was sleepy
the hopeless empyrean was everywhere,
facing similar to town youth,
accompanying their silvery faces.

Dense snowflakes cover the soil
living hibernates, beginning to wait
breeze ice webs over the auld oaks
light

Sick Too

i once knew a girl whose mom got sick.
she'd sleep the days away, laying in the dark.
perpetually tired, "maybe next time" was the distant sigh.
her mom would forget things easily
and could often be found 
with red tear stains on her pale face.
they lived in a midnight home.
the girl didn't understand the sudden change in mood,
but

Sixth Graders In the School Hallway

I hear loud clamoring and yelling.
It sounds like a rumble in the school hallway.
I know it is the older students.
The young ones do not dare.

YOU’RE FIRED! Someone yells.
You’re going to jail! says another voice.
Lots of snickering and laughing.
Maniacal giggling. It is not this funny.

Joy in the hallway because it is Friday.
Kindergarteners are on the other

A Glowing Hallway

I fly across a lively splendid hallway over to the cross side. 
Stirringly, my body is as yet stored on the acrid, cold ground. 
My weights are lowered, relieving a large burden off my gear.
Alike a shouting newborn,  entirely bare and defenseless.


Written: August 15, 2021

A Slip Upon the Hallway Stair

Heel, breaking the plane;
Subtle distance unexpected - 
Body charged numb
With fear of death,
Or perhaps the fear
Of not quite dying.

Clutching at items,
Clutching at nothing.
As your fists curl in
A whoop of breath
Escapes,
Sprawling,
Fallen,
Or saved
From a lower stair’s perspective.

The 100 Mile Hallway

I see a ghost standing
At the end of the hallway.
Or is it a person,
I ask myself. A child or friend
In fuzzy outline,
An empty figure.
Can anyone else see it?

The ghostboy stares
Through empty eyes,
Blackened pits void of sight.
Behind him lies an orange tabby
Swatting at a ball of yarn
And making colored banners.
A festival of streaming ribbons.

The past is

Almost a Hallway

we both are in
the same time
zone but it's
like being in
a large room
where you
are by the
furthest
window
and i'm
all the
way on
the other
side near
the door

The 42 Inch Hallway

The 42 Inch Hallway

We’re stepping along the musty hallway now.
I am taking us on a fast-moving memory ride;
A mind-bending groovy slide to 1965,
When Dylan music was seeping loudly like a germ,
Down the green-carpeted hallway of my youth, from
Within the record-filled yellow room of my older brother,
Keeper of a hundred LP records with covers picturing gods.

“Turn

The Long Dark Hallway

The Long Dark Hallway

The long dark hallway
The glow coming from the end
It’s the place I lay my head
The space that I can’t win

The feelings - troubled
Long and fearful were the nights
The emotions seemed so loud
I frantically played - to make my world alright

Cowboys and Indians
Drawing pictures by night light
I remember the hunger
No appetite - despite

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