Short Staircases Poems

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


Relativity

My mind is straying towards 
A staircase of the unknown
One vibrant as relativity 
And puzzling
For realities perception
Is fading on my thoughts
Like staircases
Decaying


On the Fifth Floor, and On the Narrow Staircases

On the fifth floor, and on the narrow staircases,
Porters raised the piano with angry red faces.
"My friends - you seems to like a light music?" -
Somebody asked them. The porters bruised him!
Form: Quatrain

Underneath the Upside-Down

Sprial staircases and reverse gravity
Green means slow and red still stop

Ice is hot and Fire gives chills
Evil is nice and happiness kills

Twist my words to make you smile
Be my girl and stay a short while

Live with me in my insane world
And be my underneath, upside-down girl

One Wave

The echo smitten...

From distant shore...
hollowed sand...

limber your crash...

Tip ocean sea bed...

curl your path free...

Withheld echo...

The echo smitten...

Waves staggered like staircases...

Roar through coaster tube... 

The echo smitten...

Limber your crash...

Tip ocean sea bed...
Form: Concrete

Robust Chestnut Gloss Sheen

Golden water glittering through
delicate weeping willow leaves
Swans swimming on  the lake
Grand  house on top of the hill
neatly framed with many trees
Shingled roof  peaked gables
Large arched windowed eyes
Carpeted  flowers staircases
Marble floor,  chequered hall
Dining room living room den
Settee Louis XVI parlor chair
Deep  yellow blue pink letter
Clatter of  six sets  of  hoofs
Form: Verse


Here In Babylon

Sitting here sipping upon a monster's energy drink
Trying to clear my mind that perhaps the fog shall lift
Her palette may appear this verse an image, something ?
Short nights long days still walking through yesteryears haze..
Upon a train unto nowhere at least within this life I would wish
Here, amid a world without inspiration ? Winding staircases rising
Towards empty ledges her paradox; vertigo's revolving doors bizarre.
art
Form:

Premium Member Gold - Gather and Sell

The Gonja man said to me
“It’s raining while the sun shines”
My guest appeared bemused
I had heard it before
We both surveyed the wasted landscape
The rivers filled with green slime
The potholes like staircases

The workers covered in clay
Golden like the gem they seek
To our left they hummed a tune
“Galamsey! Galamsey! …”
I whispered to my companion
There’s got to be a better song than that
Then we walked away

Premium Member Powdery-Snowfall Embraces

When the sky above's azure blue
    the grass below Irish green
  My thoughts straightaway turn to you
    Reflections of visions 
                      yet to be seen

  Winding lavender staircases
    intimate moments shared
  powdery-snowfall embraces 
    adventures yet to be dared

  Parting kisses linger
    'til dawn's warm sun intrudes
  touching my lips with your finger
    flames' fancy thus fanned ne'er subdued
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member There Was Snow Everywhere

It  snowed all evening
Everywhere was snow
Covering the ground
Corner to corner
Coated with the snow

some leaves on the trees
The trees looked pretty
Coated with thew snow
Decorated white
By Mother nature

With the white snow spread
Outdoors staircases
Have the white snow spreads
House's rooves stacked high
There was snow everywhere

Autumn is gone now
Winter has arrived
Wherever you look 
There is lot of snow
There was snow evrywhere

Premium Member Your Wingman

One is snuffed, one comes on,
a torch gets passed.
From the deceased something is new again.

The ghosts of all my selves 
still light their wicks. 
I clapped for breath and called it victory.

Bittersweet gold trophies, 
tears for top tier.
I’m glad mine’s not for participation.

There’s a new finish line,
sign the contract.
Hand yourself over to reinvention. 

Spirits are saluting
the staircases.
Continue to climb, the past’s your wingman.

Hidden Eye

I have a hidden eye,
through which I discern,
the staircases amidst the obstacles

I have a hidden eye
and through that I dig,
the happiness buried within

I have a hidden eye,
through that I trace,
the light at the end of the tunnel

I have a hidden eye
through that I see,
the ladder, when I trapped underground

I have a hidden eye,
through that I perceive,
the colors , when life is black and white

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