Short Stairwell Poems
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Pumpkins in stairwell
I follow them down the steps
Each has eerie glow
From the small candle within
Lighting up its soul on fire
Russell Sivey
Saffron light dipped and angled down
the stairwell of an abandoned train station
in such a way that one might think
God put Picasso in charge of painting
the sun-baked afternoon.
The amber hue on earth
was a sharp contrast
to his Blue Period sky.
Form:
He's made fun of for the last time.
Tied a rope up.
Walking through the halls of high school.
The rope is swinging from the stairwell.
He jumped on the railing, Head inside the rope loop.
He jumps and gets choked.
That was in 1930.
He was never nerdy.
He just wanted to be FREE.
Form:
Majestic stairwell
Chambers of gold
Rooms filled with laughter
Of life will uphold
The ceilings above us
Chrystal and clear
Sparkles on the floor
The light dances with cheer
Tears from the laughter
The only kind you will see
In the kingdom of heaven
All sadness will flee
Miranda Lambert
Everyday you pass her on the stairs
You’re not sure if she even cares
Or feels the same way you do
Gosh it hurts just lookin’ at you
Love rues yeah love rues
Does she feel the connection too
Or is it all in my mind as I’m passing by you
Then you catch my eye, and I turn my face
I’ll try again tomorrow, it's part of the chase
Love rues yeah love rues
I pushed at the open door,there was no sound,no noise,just darkness all around.Dust filtered my nostrils,a mustiness of lost years inhabited my senses.A loose floorboard creaked as I headed for the stairwell,the aroma of her Chanel provoked memories of my living hell.A tear of self-pity congealed in the dirt as I switched on the light."Hello son,...I knew you'd be back...He's gone..."
Quarry mine in the presents of His glory
Rocky mountain are the stairwell to the heaven
Key lime pie to the sky
Green light deep dark world
This be the story
Tumbleweed embracing Plymouth Rock laden
Sparkle wild huckleberry flies
The sparrow tours
I repented soul changed in mid Glory
Spirit risen rises to the Holy of Holies
11/21/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
I pushed at the open door
no sound
just darkness inside.
Dust filtered my
nostrils,
a mustiness of lost years
inhabited my senses.
A loose floorboard
creaked in the stairwell,
the aroma
of her Chanel provoked memories
of my
living hell.
A tear of self-pity congealed
in the dirt at my feet
I switched on the light
"Hello son
I knew you'd be back;
He's gone..."
He pushed at the open door
no sound
just darkness inside.
Dust filtered his
nostrils,
a mustiness of lost years
inhabited his senses.
A loose floorboard
creaked in the stairwell,
the aroma
of her Chanel provoked memories
of his
living hell.
A tear of self-pity congealed
in the dirt at his feet
He switched on the light
"Hello son
I knew you'd be back;
He's gone..."
I pushed at the open door,there was no sound,no noise,just darkness all around.Dust filtered my nostrils,a mustiness of lost years inhabited my senses.A loose floorboard creaked as I headed for the stairwell,the aroma of her Chanel provoked memories of my living hell.A tear of self-pity congealed in the dirt as I switched on the light."Hello son,...I knew you'd be back...He's gone..."
...and then...
The Visitor
He pushed at the open door
no sound
just darkness inside.
Dust filtered his
nostrils,
a mustiness of lost years
inhabited his senses.
A loose floorboard
creaked in the stairwell,
the aroma
of her Chanel provoked memories
of his
living hell.
A tear of self-pity congealed
in the dirt at his feet
He switched on the light
"Hello son
I knew you'd be back;
He's gone..."
The smell of humidor
Charmed the old house and
Frightened me as I ascended the
Narrow stairwell that gentle
October morning.
The song of autumn was playing
Low, and with astute grace.
Silent, the royal smell wafted between Cuba
And Denmark,
Across fat rank grass of fecund roots.
I snuffled through fogs of earliness,
Webbed by clamping cold.
Cigars without smoke took over from the
Humidor and hugged my lungs.
re-post inspired by Constance form D contest
THICKER THAN WATER
I pushed at the open door, no sound
just darkness inside. Dust filtered my
nostrils, a mustiness of lost years
inhabited my senses. A loose floorboard
creaked in the stairwell, the aroma
of her Chanel provoked memories of my
living hell. A tear of self-pity congealed
in the dirt at my feet.I switched on the light,
"Hello son I knew you'd be back;He's gone..."
Written May 23, 2016
Seems you'd hide
Cornered in the stairwell
Hugging concrete
Slowly ascending
Holding onto railings
But in your head
You're always singing
The neighbors throw
Their doors wide open
To hear all the commotion
To see your mind in motion
In a world all
To yourself
You're only human after all
If we could
Only find
The answers to our aching pains
Until then
There you stand
So fine
Naked in the pouring rain
now that is hills are covered with clover
like a new days sun suspended in the sky
shadows dawning hear me calling on the stairwell
praying that you dont see me cry
rugged thoughts of fear and loud commotion
panic stations in my brain
twisted colours in a champagine supernova
illuminating up and down my spine
now that is hills are covered with clover
like a new days sun suspended in the sky
shadows dawning hear me calling on the stairwell
praying that you dont see me cry