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Short Lintel Poems

Short Lintel Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Lintel by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Lintel by length and keyword.


Torn From Weeping
torn from weeping tears inside out storms come creeping fears denied doubt lesson me to read teach me lovely chair me to sit tongue me mental march my brains with lintel flint sparkling its thems too koo koo me too boo boo boo who am i torn from weeping ?
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Categories: lintel, art,
Form: Concrete



Premium Member The Cock and Bull
The Cock and Bull in darkened street,
and the lintel like mahogany.
I liked the way the corner turned
and did this so abruptly.

I liked the shutters closed for night -
they were really quite appealing,
and never in the darkness grown
would you know that they were peeling.

The tram rails were in front of me
and darkened trams were moving,
and eventually I got on one
and left Bordeaux behind me.





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© Julia Ward  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: lintel, beautiful, imagery, night,
Form: Lyric
Drip
Spilling from the lintel,
a pitcher saves the ice from anonymity.
Rafters creak, the sounds of winter
rattle through the cabin eerily.

Memories are dead and gone.
Whistles of wind, the monotony
whispers and drags through the days
like a chilling lament.
Hours burn slowly,
embers refusing to ebb,
reminiscences stutter and fade, 
he is chilled to the bone.

Evenings and mornings 
now bleed with the same deep regret;
he is losing all feeling,
spending his last days alone....

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Categories: lintel, sad,
Form: Verse
By Degrees
Spilling from the lintel,
a pitcher saves the ice from anonymity.
Rafters creak, the sounds of winter
rattle through the cabin eerily.

Memories of dead and gone,
whistles of wind, the monotony
whispers and drags through the days
like a chilling lament.
Hours burn so slowly,
an ember refusing to ebb,
reminiscences stutter
and fade, no lasting testament.

Evenings and mornings 
now bleed with the same deep regret;
he's losing all feeling,
as cold as cold can get....

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Categories: lintel, sad,
Form: Verse
By Degrees
Spilling from the lintel,
a pitcher saves the ice from anonymity.
Rafters creak, the sounds of winter
rattle through the cabin eerily.

Memories of dead and gone,
whistles of wind, the monotony
whispers and drags through the days
like a chilling lament.
Hours burn so slowly,
an ember refusing to ebb,
reminiscences stutter
and fade, no lasting testament.

Evenings and mornings 
now bleed with the same deep regret;
he's losing all feeling,
as cold as cold can get....

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Categories: lintel, sorrow,
Form: Verse



By Degrees
Spilling from the lintel,
a pitcher saves the ice from anonymity,
rafters creak, the sounds of winter
rattle through the cabin eerily.

Memories of dead and gone,
whistles of wind, the monotony
whispers and drags through the days
like a chilling lament.

Hours slip by slowly,
embers gradually dying,
reminiscences stutter and fade, 
no lasting testament.

Evenings and mornings 
now bleed with the same deep regret;
losing his feeling,
he's as cold as cold can get....

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Categories: lintel, sad,
Form: Verse
By Degrees
Spilling from the lintel,
a pitcher saves the ice from anonymity,
rafters creak, the sounds of winter
rattle through the cabin eerily.

Memories of dead and gone,
whistles of wind, the monotony
whispers and drags through the days
like a chilling lament.

Hours slip by slowly,
embers gradually dying,
reminiscences stutter and fade, 
no lasting testament.

Evenings and mornings 
now bleed with the same deep regret;
losing his feeling,
he's as cold as cold can get....

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Categories: lintel, sad,
Form: Quatrain
By Degrees
Spilling from the lintel,
a pitcher saves the ice from anonymity.
Rafters creak, the sounds of winter
rattle through the cabin eerily.

Memories of dead and gone,
whistles of wind, the monotony
whispers and drags through the days
like a chilling lament.
Hours burn so slowly,
like embers refusing to ebb,
reminiscences stutter
and fade, no lasting testament.

Evenings and mornings 
now bleed with the same deep regret;
he's losing all feeling,
as cold as cold can get....

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Categories: lintel, depression,
Form: Verse

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