Trapdoor Poems - Poems about Trapdoor

...For the broken. It doesn't have to be this way. Blessings. Shiny and beautiful and new By Michelle Morris 30/05/2025 Your broken pieces Keep making me bleed Every time I show you kindnes......

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...An unexceptional turning point in our marriage... unexpectedly came about, when possible prospect of the wife going to Puerto Rico by herself (for a fêted celebration of our eldest daughter ......

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...An outcry from the populace, amongst them a diabolic menace, appealing to their weaker sense, under every kind of false pretense - What could they do? The devil may whisper, or he may purr. H......

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... storm clouds relentlessly crashed on rock bottom with the only crack dragging wreckage and carnage through a trapdoor into oblivious fog gruelling sediment confined a rotten Self of incarce......

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...Should I start at the middle and spiral outward? I mean I don’t know what I’m doing, just winging it. I’m going to need some colorless beads for the scarecrow eyes of raw memories. This is m......

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...Consciousness seeps, the air moves. Quickly reach! Break forth from your tomb. Visability blurred as my head swoons. Instincts react! Frozen in place my eyes roam. What was that?! I am not al......

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...I, A. Robbie - Ham guilty for gobbledygook... and ruffling turkey feathers! An innocent A1 miss steak kin kith once, a former main lion resident living social where Tigress and Euphrates con......

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...West of the Rockies, North of the border. Lay a little town, Of law and order. With one Tin Star, And Deputies three. Nobody transgressed, Nobody but me. On that fateful day, Near the ed......

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...Sometimes I am a trapdoor for the sky, sometimes a broken rung. I don’t have the holiness of a sparrow, I'm not put together that simple. My God is the God of broken Ladders.......

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...cheer the hell up if you can nothing cheats the hangman like enthusiasm since my next act will be to answer all your questions as your tenured professor of dyslexia throw down your eye wear blu......

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... Melanin lamentation It appears to be the color of dread Locked in is a private penal profiteering feeling Black site has a plantation clandestine skin Making abolition voices invisibl......

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...** The Weight of Ghosts * ———————— We do not truly realize how Our lives are so crowded, thick With spirits and messages. We are as yet untuned to know. So, We need to sense the fully......

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...The mind was old before it came upon you, it took your shoes made you walk upside down in an inverse eye. Pray tell, is all well? Now expostulate your lip tripe and see if any much broken s......

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...Closed up in the open air, one foot deep in the dirt, the other stepping away from its grave. The wishing prayers of generations promise only more of the same. Sometimes I am a trapdoor for the ......

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...Also & nevermore recorded, the mind sticks, picks at scabs, wanders away forgetting. Thunder, you full throated seas, thunder in the full and swollen veins. Tell us what words hate, tell us, ......

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