Ceiling Poems - Poems about Ceiling

... poetry eludes my soul when I desperately want to embrace it when I watch dahlias blossom and dance in the wind poetry glowing in my mind dances too when at tranquil dawn idly lying in......Read the rest...

...A silhouette Backlit by glowing silver-gray Lanky shadow Lurking in my bedroom doorway Arms stretch down, impossibly long Deformed joints, disturbingly wrong Pretending sleep Muscles strain......Read the rest...

... The cursor blinked as I thought about my response See in my head it made sense You get none of the chances of being stabbed in the back plus the added bonus of not having to buy a round I know......Read the rest...

...an empty room and I stare at the ceiling blank eyes and a blanker slate, my poker face arms spread over my head all I can see are whirring blades blurring into creamy paint and the small cra......Read the rest...

... Two mismatched shoes lie under the couch and one behind the mahogany chair. One seems to be missing. There are a watch and a phone along with a pair of earrings on the table beside the cha......Read the rest...

...Arrows from bright, unbroken skies are falling down into the eyes of a man who is searching, yearning to find fantastical vistas inside of his mind. The warming rays illuminate for him branchi......Read the rest...

...My name is so special; I would not exchange it for a bunch of flowers or a day’s political power, it is very common and I get very angry when you miss-spell it, miss-pronounce it or use it in vain. ......Read the rest...

...Two people are on the screen which one is your dream? Two dresses are hanging on the door which one did you picked up on the shore; two cabs are waiting at the gate which one is your date? This place......Read the rest...

...In bed, Maya looked at the ceiling, and asked for a cup of Darjeeling, then turned to her lover, under the cover, and said what a wonderful feeling! ......Read the rest...

...You have time still, to escape with your essentials. I only know one spider. It will crawl to you slowly, as a million-dollar snail might. He has made an apartment where the ceiling an......Read the rest...

...He loves me, he loves me not. I can, but he cannot. I'm the favorite, that much is clear, I know he loves me, though he hides it, I fear. So happy! Wealth and fame are mine, The center of att......Read the rest...

...Listen to them chatting away in the room, voices spitting colors on the wall and painting a true story about them all. Everyone has a palette arranged with different colors in a unique manner and......Read the rest...

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..."One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love. Sophocles, Greek Poet ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Tanked temps pools inky smears ere ......Read the rest...

...You sit there year after year looking at me as if you don’t care, you sit there picking your nose and smelling your polished toes, time is on your hand and you have got to leave that man, the whole r......Read the rest...