Walls Poems - Poems about Walls

The Walls Remember What the World Forgets The walls remember what the world forgets — Every whispered prayer, every silent regret. Every kiss by candle, every scream in war, Every soul who’s begged, “I can’t take this anymore.” They’ve soaked in blood, they’ve heard soft moans, They’ve echoed laughter through broken homes. They’ve watched first dances, they’ve felt last breaths, Held secrets carved...

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a cracked building sighs a century's worth of deep secrets veiled inside...

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Pictures plastered on my offwhite walls. Some coloured, some drawn, some art. Some represent where I walked in halls. Some represent deepest parts of my heart....

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It feels like the walls are closing into silence each breath tighter than the last as if love itself might end our existence. I lie here, half a human reaching for air and you. You're holding back, I feel it but something sacred is taking shape. Your thoughts speak in whispers louder than words echoing in rhythm with mine confessing what lips still fear to say. Now...

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Rather than talking to walls - I talk to the universe Which talks back. The Milky Way hails - The stars wink endlessly - The planets - they enchant - And if my ears are sharp - I might hear steadfastly The drum of time In sync with my heart - The crickets and the owls As one rhyme....

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Cracks on the walls by Adejola Joseph Cracks on the walls If a wall is not opened lizard cannot enter When a friendship is not broken There can never be a crack on the walls Wall has ears The king's ears at home The king's ears in the city That is human for you Cracks on the walls....

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In the silence of the evening, when shadows dance on the walls of my soul, I wonder if you can be the place where I rest my entire being, not just my weary body, but also the remnants of my lost heart, a refuge where my eyes, which have seen too much, can sleep in peace. Perhaps, when they...

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It is a dawn, my love did call as misty rain on fields did fall l wept for thee, they didn't see it wasn't meant to be it is a night, the light burnt bright but shadows , on walls , did write l sang my love, across hills above to echo's, of my, true love It is the morn, l...

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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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