Short Up The Stairs Poems
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My girlfriend decides what to wear
The dress she wore had a tear
She ran up the stairs
To change into something ordinaire
For the country fair
Love Those Who Abound
We always love those who abound;
All over each place as well as around;
Up the stairs;
Sitting in chairs;
Not seeing them caused me to frown.
Jim Horn
A pair of pears,stare up the stairs
Watching hair, grow on the hare
The city Mayor rides on his mare
But stops to pay his fair, fare
I see the fleas; into the sea flee
Leaving much to the Imagination
I
know
now what
a woman wants;
she wants me to carry
her up the stairs, throw her
down onto the bed, then go and
do the all of the laundry
and the washing up
while she has a
few hours
rest
you always notice black marks on the floor
checking, in case they scurried with evilness
but don’t look at me, no no no, I double-took
earlier and to be honest I’d rather carry the
village church up the stairs wearing flip flops
Compost, understanding nothing of the depth beneath. It
may be not understanding the words spoken to it.
Unless the subject does something to make it disappear, walking up the stairs.
Feeling no pain, and not trying very hard. I saw myself stanning at myself.
this is the moment after the loss,
the garden as heavy as a standing horse,
as a frozen moon hangs like a buoy at ebb
north is the direction of winter,
a stripped.down world before the crawl
i hear your letting down of the shutters,
your steps tired up the stairs
As
I lay
in bed those
hot humid nights,
I'd hear my sisters
whispering and laughing,
but quietly; otherwise,
Dad would yell up the stairs at us:
"BE QUIET, girls!" On and on we went
till we grew tired. How I miss their voices!
Dec. 5, 2018 for the voices Contest of Silent One
You make your move
Up the stairs
a cool breeze
Makes you flare
You shiver
like a duck on a river
You stay still
Stoned for death
White as a ghost
Fleet like a pest
You race
Like a cow flowing on the upper side of space
You make your move
Down the stairs
A cool breeze
Leaves the air
Refreshing breeze singes,
The outside air.
A Nightly freeze,
Walks softly-up the stairs.
Singing softly to ones self,
Pitter-patter of filth
Deem less, sac-religious
Prosthetic knees,
Deemed unworthy on a shelf,
Wrought so deeply, mind in guilt
Seeming outrageous,
Yet, soft as silk.
Form:
She hurry's through the darkened door
Alone in the hall, she begs for more
Fast up the stairs, black and old
Wondering where the light will unfold
The rooms fall beneath her, crumbling as one
Instantly, the house is undone
As white noise sings to the sunless structure
She holds her heart, and feels it rupture
Christmas Eve
It’s time for bed
Listen for the sleigh bells
Of the man in red
Cookies and milk
By the fire place
Excitement beams
From each child’s face
Up the stairs
And fast asleep
Close those eyes
You mustn’t peep
Then when you wake
You will see
Sweets and toys galore
To fill you with glee
Form:
WILL THE REEL* TEDDY PLEASE STAND UP
John Alexander acts a Roosevelt - Teddy.
Bugle calls him up the stairs, steady.
With great veracity and a capacity to frame -
his character as a lunatic or a hero, just the same.
6/13/2017
Clerihew Form
* as in a movie reel (a play on words)
During Autumn months
Leaves flow onto the front porch
Red and orange leaves
Those brown ones hang on the trees
Cool crisp air carries them up
They twist, twirl around
Working their way up the stairs
Floating in the breeze
Making statement of delight
Grand sight, spectacular show
Russell Sivey
Here I am standing by my window.
I gaze at the rest of the world just below.
Cloistered in my bedroom up the stairs,
I am filled with numerous concerns and cares.
Do I dare to venture into the world around?
Not today; in seclusion is where I will be found.
inspired by another member's poem
Anike! oh! ao she cares!
Howshe makes me always wanna stand and stare!
the thought of her, it drys away my tears
takes away the fears
and infuses the freshness of the air.
though she came from the rear,
her kinda love puts things in gear,
worked her up the stairs
and puts her in others glare.
waoh! what a wonderful pair!
She contemplates the single date
which holds her from the edge
The knife is willing for the killing
but her birth date is soon to come
She couldnt forget, lost was the threat
She dropped her head in defeat
Slips the knife in the drawer
and walks slowly up the stairs
Not tonight not tomorrow
Death shall not walk these halls
Form:
Hush
a murmur -
a burst of mirth - you laugh.
A giggly boy or two; the
drone of you
mixed with monkey's bonding squeals
slide up the stairs; on polished
paternal air.
Then a deep man's voice where
once a boy's ascended - mellow with
early manhood. Resonating;
capitulating - exclaims agreement.
And I see through gauze
made murky by time
us five - woven
warmly -
This has been a long journey for me
On this path to righteousness you see
I've encountered the good
And tangled with bad.
Where do I go from here you say ?
I must continue my journey
for salvation my friend
I must continue my journey
for salvation is not free.
To go up the stairs
my heart must be pure
If it is not
I must enter the other door.
Sometimes, as you shoot the breeze,
You’ll be startled by a sneeze.
Even walking up the stairs,
It can catch you unawares.
With no allergies or colds,
Sneezing often still unfolds.
It may happen for no reason;
Some lay blame upon the season.
Sneezes serve to help remind us
That the forces which designed us
Left some mysteries to tease,
One of which must be the sneeze.
My way of life...
Is just down the block
Around the corner
Across the street
Through the park
Across the bridge
Down the sidewalk
Through the tunnel
Across the road
Past the donut shop
Into the red door
Down the hall
Up the stairs
Two doors down
Into the doorway
Past the bed
By the window
On the desk
Under the book
Is a pen and paper
My way of life...
My eyes search under the table
And rove behind the chair
They flick over the cot
And into the cupboard peer.
They climb up the stairs
Leading to attic dark
Are you there some where?
In the corner crouching, they ask
Do not stay away from my sight
For too long O little one
For your absence frightens me
And my peace of mind is undone
Middle of the night
someone's in the house.
Can’t be the wife
asleep next to you.
She'll be mad
when she finds out
you broke your word
and bought that pistol
under the mattress.
Hope she doesn't
hear you cock it.
Bad enough when
whoever's creeping
up the stairs
opens the door.
Junior never mentioned
his two-week leave
from Afghanistan.
Donal Mahoney
She spoke to me today.
Her maudlin phrases poured out of her like liquor.
Her cup half empty, and her eyes half closed, she wept.
For the knowledge of her faults and her flaws, for the knowledge that I notice.
How her tenuous form can barely make it up the stairs,
Or how her empty stomach doesn't growl anymore.
How all she is is sleep and wake.
Who’s fault is it?
Forget
Eyes stinging,
rushing up the stairs
Throwing myself onto the bed,
Picking up the one thing that's safe.
Listening to troubles, not my own,
the fantasies that do not belong to me.
And I am able to forget.