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Squeaking Poems

Glass

• The smooth, glass walls of the house
• Easy to see through, hard to break
• Light squeaking beneath my feet
• Sounds similar to that of a mouse

Categories: squeaking, 11th grade, house,
Form: Rhyme

Squeaking Wheels

Squeaking Wheels
Miracle Man
8/22/2024

Wheels that squeak loudest,
nearly always get greased first.
That's why folks protest?

Categories: squeaking, how i feel, political,
Form: Haiku

Squeaking On

A camera occasionally caught us sealed within
album leaf’s
ten years, twenty years later;
folios still fastened to a distant past.

I don’t miss you, and this is not a love letter.
Too many cuts with thin edged blades;
invisible lacerations
that nonetheless bled into words,
and those words hemorrhaged.

Last night, in the backyard, a mouse died,
but before it did,
it called out to

Categories: squeaking, poetry,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

What Is That Squeaking Noise

I hear a squeaking
A bird?
An animal scratching paws or claws on glass?
My light fixture cord is dancing

I concentrate a bit harder.
The noise is coming from the base of this light fixture
It sound like a raccoon is in the attic twisting the bulb.
It is making a hard rusty sound

Screech screech screech
The cord of this light fixture

Categories: squeaking, life,
Form: Free verse

Squeaking Rat

Year - end night here waits to birth 
Lovelier princess, vaccine girl   
Mountain high does labour earth  
Squeaking rat now, leaps for a whirl.   

Syllable count: 7/8/7/8

*4th Place* in the following contest (judged on Dec. 24, 2020)

Dec. 18, 2020
Christmas Chastushka – Rules Revised Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich

Categories: squeaking, hope, humorous, new year,
Form: Chastushka

Snow

snow mounting
man sits patiently
in battered wheelchair



posted on May 27, 2018

Categories: squeaking, silence,
Form: Haiku

Squeaking Swing

Sitting on a squeaking swing
Alone in the dark as I think of you
A little bit of moon light
Through the leaves

A warm summer night
Next to a tree
That's where I think of you

A little bit of clouds
Spooky as I hear the silence
But terrifying as I think that I am alone
I'm frightened as I think of the darkness

Categories: squeaking, adventure, beautiful, corruption, dark,
Form: Ballade