Slats Poems - Poems about Slats

...The sex had been amazing. The women mysteries. The alarm a mood breaker. He awoke! Stared at the ceiling, counted the slats in the blinds, scratched himself, sat up on the edge of the bed. On th......Read the rest...

...She is wearing a cowboy hat today I wonder if she sings Aussie or old west? I have made up so many stories already My apartment is directly across I peek between blind slats. Am I a stalker? Wh......Read the rest...

...Just how drunk were Sven and Olaf when the tied the slats of the empty cask on their feet and headed down the mountain? John G. Lawless ©1/16/2023......Read the rest...

...How empty can an inbox possibly be? Not unlike a door..... practically off at hinges The paint is definitely peeling More than one shutter has fallen astray. One piece at a time Have you ev......Read the rest...

...sun hat on a yellow peg semaphore light shape-shifting on spanish tiles buttermilk blinds flap broken slats a trapped sky hums lazy crumb songs light spreads sticky wings o......Read the rest...

...Last trails of sunlight splinter the slats of the old broken down fence a reverence reflecting painstaking perseverance in less than perfect times but I remember them perfectly the excitemen......Read the rest...

...If I were a jukebox, long-forgotten, Languishing amidst some rusting antiques In a cold, cramped barn mostly filled with junk I would summon all the strength I could muster, Light ......Read the rest...

...A superstitious belief on black cats is rebutted by my old black pet, Ming She saved my life when I was still a kid while seated on the grass near bamboo slats where a small brown snake beneath ......Read the rest...

...Let’s go skiing ! Said my wife It gives you such a thrill So off we flew to Canada To face the bitter chill We took a bus from Calgary To Banff’s National park Found our hotel, went to bed ......Read the rest...

...do clouds cover the old bridge that leads to your front door? or a shroud of past memories where love once lived before? leaves lay across wooden slats a clear reminder of fall ......Read the rest...

...OCULUS Is… …about the MOON, its power, its mystery, its simplicity? Its light is soft a pail reflection Of its son. The one always on the run. The moon is an oculus of cold white a......Read the rest...

...A bench that is made out of wood May cause pain in your back that’s not good, For the muscles called lats Can be hurt by the slats; Sometimes I would change seats if I could. But you often don......Read the rest...

...I seem to have started a series of cat poems. My dog series was so fulfilling. The cats are both real and imagined, from my own owning, or friend’s. Hope you enjoy! Carroll Cat ********* (Dedi......Read the rest...

...In an unkept place beyond anyone's watchful care lay vessels which carried the powerful blood of a forgotten people. So strong and powerful, their very presence brought fear and panic to an entire......Read the rest...

...The color black grits its teeth in cracks under closets and between slats in vertical vents and seems to be involved in acts of malfeasance. I distrust its stealth, avoid its line of demarcati......Read the rest...