Stairwells Poems - Poems about Stairwells

... Welcome. I'm the one they left behind. An alter ego of sorts— just the keeper, the inventory clerk, interim ghost. New items arrive every day— spat out from my boss's pockets, sometimes st......

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...As my dream became lucid I confront a two-sided mirror. As my image in the mirror moved out of sync with me, I was forced to become the follower in the dance, mirroring the reflected lead's ever......

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...Something about liminal spaces gives me the willies in a scary way. They raise the tiny hairs on the back of my neck by my C2-Vertebrae I feel like an ominous evil spirit is going to whisper in my......

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...Yearnings of childhood distant echoes of mystery, magical trains broken tracks the mind — often late past midnight senses the source strains… reaches… for stairwells of explanations......

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...How do I start retirement? With grandsons galore, cooking and cleaning, barrel of fun, and a runway to the twin cities. What’s next, you ask, on this escape from my library duty? Well let’s say it ar......

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...Drainage cracks and fingers of eroding souls. Long dim hotel stairwells are sarcastic chasms to the flood, like artifacts of insanity and poet's blood. We dare to run down as prisoners on ......

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...Third shift often referred to as the graveyard shift oh the company I keep through these hours covered by shadows.Souls to wander about at night the lost the lonely and then there are those who are g......

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...Darling Angel, one whom never dwells Thorn tipped roses laid in your way Secrets held close whispering wind tells Fearing the dark nay one soul will stay Unabashing lies in your mind they say Ma......

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...One man Stands Beneath his white helmet And demands, Silence. Throughout Aleppo. His stethoscope, He attaches To the dust And listens From his knees. The man has Ten fingers, A d......

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...I crossed my legs but there was a flood Blushing red I hope folks understood But my waters had burst And the baby's my first Guess I'm ready to start motherhood! NOT FOR CONTEST ......

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...Desperate Escapes By Odin Roark They see only what they need, That desire to see beyond The heat and squalor, The effrontery to their species' senses, These sentient......

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...I'm locked up how is it even possible to go lock down? But like clock work or a slave in debt to a master I do. Not because I choice to, but because I have no choice. Either lock down or deal with th......

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...Unless… by Odin Roark Seems just yesterday the sun arced Over precarious ice The street’s one elm Leaned its naked branches with the wind Bringing winter’s announcement A Coney Island cat c......

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...The Fuehrer Life raises up its rigid hand Demands following promises you chose Its the best thing you could ask for, the right to choose Its what holds you back, the fear to lose to open the doors......

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...It sparkles while you sleep, streaming ribbons through your breath, Distilled so brightly, glaring lightly yet so neat. Like acres covered in forest, it blankets your desires, Barring great cold cry......

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