Handrails Poems - Poems about Handrails

...Our B&B room, 2 flights up, Was fine for us at first, Until the freeze arrived and then Those feelings were reversed. For when we left our room to get Some early exercise, The stairs and hand......Read the rest...

...Crackling tension filled the community hall in Abergavenny ‘We are in this together dear folks for a pound or a penny’ Speaking of which the loos were situated right behind the bar To ensur......Read the rest...

...The barrister had always been a liberal thinker An uprising star with roaming genes of a tinker In the court-room she never took of her guard But in real life she had become a nude poet and ......Read the rest...

...This wooden bridge Is photographed in black and white. There are some such not so rotted down, Barely wide enough for passersby Or boys to ride their bikes upon. Serenely seen in gentle arcs ......Read the rest...

...1. Why are there so many of you? I get it, repetition is for emphasis but repetition also annoys me. 2. Why up? Why not another direction that may be more attractive to people like me who don't kn......Read the rest...

...Come Walk With Me In my mind tendrils of memories past insinuate and insert themselves in the corners to root out and cast light upon them as my hand presses, whiteknuckled Bent into the......Read the rest...

...Railroad Lullaby I would rock myself gently just enough to simulate the rolling motion of the train, imagining the click-clack of weary iron wheels carrying me off to some distant place, ......Read the rest...

...I wonder if looking up and into eyes gives away my meaning, As if I can be defined by the window of my gaze, Or if it is mere reflections of others that crafts assumptions, The fact that emotions ......Read the rest...

...The Whiskey Bottle Wish One late summer night outside a saloon in the mid-west, an intoxicated Dusty Rogers, stumbles out of the Bar nearly taking one of the revolving doors with him. As he flut......Read the rest...

...visitors arrive during Chicago’s snow storm— warm fire inside the Florida-boy wearing short sleeves and jeans— snow angels mother and father shouting, “Wear your jacket”— pneumonia i......Read the rest...

...Lost at sea within myself, No anchor no tie to keep me still Floating and wallowing in emptiness The darkness beseeches my soul No light shines to rescue Shadows grab and devour me Left am i the em......Read the rest...

...We start out taking baby ones when we are little Some are on the left and right of the house and some are in the middle We walk up them and down them to the other side Some are mechanical an......Read the rest...

...Jumping over many a Social Security gate, For the mighty and generous New York State, So by now, my knees are shot, And their help, of course, I see not So my dire circumstances grow hot, Cause ......Read the rest...