Walls Poems - Poems about Walls

Written: June 20, 2025, for contest sponsored by Brian Strand **************************** claustrophobic h e a r t pounds beneath a l ...

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In a room with four walls, where light dies like a trapped butterfly, stands a mirror, a glass doll, with silver lashes that lie beautifully, it whispers to me that I am enough, that my shadow dances, that I am not lost, with sweet words, poisoned honey, telling me I have purpose, that I'm not behind, that the world...

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In a room with heavy curtains, where shadows dance on walls like forgotten memories, It's not just about touches, nor bodies pressed together or rumpled sheets, It's about how you undressed me of layers of silence and fears with your hands like a gentle wind, In the bed that seemed a secret island, you taught me to be...

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There's a place without walls. For those who swear that they are floors. and oh how they die like a flowers bloom they lie so still in forgotten tombs (It's not to late to care) Oh how I miss the lunar gloom back when stars filled the sky with forgotten tunes. Come and take my hand don't be afraid. here are all...

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Big stones create strength, little ones add stability. Both are needed for a wall to be structurally sound. Much like life....

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In the silence of the evening, when shadows dance on the walls of my soul like spirits of a lost dream, I let myself be carried by a river of thoughts, searching for your hidden smile, a diamond in the moonlight, Not the one you wear as a mask for the world, but that fleeting one that...

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If the walls could speak I wonder if they would spill all the hidden secrets Would the foundation crumble under the weight of letting it all go Would it cry for all the children Who were victims of lost innocence Would it tell all the stories Of each family throughout history Of the little black girl Who felt alone...

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Decrepit Poetry Contest by Constance La France 1st Place The lone sun, a tired eye, no longer gleams ...

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on the walls of life every lie illustrated every truth impeached...

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If Walls Could Talk By Alice Maraglia I often wondered...

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My first home had no walls or windows; it was a warm, wordless place, enveloped in the beating of a heart, My mother's womb, that dark cathedral of safety where time didn't know how to count the days, Nor was pain allowed to enter that silent sanctuary, where silence was a sacred vow, I didn't know I existed,...

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All we see is a dance of shadows on the walls of our reality, a play of light and darkness embracing at the edge of a dream, where forms blend and colors dissolve into unknown shades, and we seek hidden meanings in the reflections of water, in the mirror of the sky. The entire world seems an illusion woven...

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You, who hide behind cold walls built of silence and stone, You, who sit at desks like sentinels of unseen worlds, I just want you to know that I see through your masks, through your porcelain smiles, For my eyes penetrate the invisible cracks of your perfect appearances. Behind closed doors and dusty windows, I feel your hearts beating, Like...

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It's strange, how you can be surrounded by people and still feel completely alone, like there's a wall inside of you no one can get through...

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These four walls, how they stifle. How they bind and choke. Their cheap white paint Seems to whisper: Let me go! Is this not a home, Soft and safe, Friend of one and all? But a cell, Narrow and close, Bereft of fresh air, Bidding me stay. Tis danger out there. No, the danger is here, Not to my flesh, More, to my soul. The danger is here, Inside these four...

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