Stairs Poems - Poems about Stairs

...Breath(less) it happens every day all day without thought we breathe life-giving oxygen sustaining our organs keeping our hearts and lungs pumping one......Read the rest...

...It's raining. Well, it was at least. I'm just a nobody in their parents' garage witnessing the aftermath. And it's raining. After so long. I love the rain. The way it clears the air. Makes ......Read the rest...

...Date: May 2051 10 am Damian invited every family To the end of May celebration and Family festivities. On skype with Father Hakim he recommended "Hey Dad you and Ma bring something if yo......Read the rest...

... "Deep silence lay heavy in the walls, floors, and even the bricks as I stood still listening ... knowing that death still lingered here." ......Read the rest...

...I was buried in a tomb for unknown persons. When I was alive I knew nothing of this life. Now that I'm dead I seem to have acquired it all. My heartless mother abandoned me, unwanted, Left me on ......Read the rest...

...As Lot and his wife Left the city of Sodom Where gnosis flourished His wife heard Yaldabaoth’s wrath As the two lands burned Hearing the children crying Her heart made blood tears It ripped fr......Read the rest...

...She spoke to me today. Her maudlin phrases poured out of her like liquor. Her cup half empty, and her eyes half closed, she wept. For the knowledge of her faults and her flaws, for the know......Read the rest...

...A casual walk today in mid-July past daisies in my garden fading fast-- as Birds of Paradise seen fading, too. I walk a brick-lined path down stairs, past tiny drooping pansies in their pots. It......Read the rest...

...OTETS THE MANY DAYS AND NIGHT YOU LENT ME YOUR DIVINE EAR THROUGH PRAYER DURING HARDSHIP TIMES AND ILLNESS RAISING MY GRANDDAUGHTER KEEPING HER SAFE IN CATHOLIC SCHOOLS IN WISCONSIN OUR LADY OF......Read the rest...

...Today, the doorbell of my mental hideout rang. It rang with a sound like twinkling waterfalls without the moisture, And tweeted like a soft pillow from my 5-year-old camping nest. The scorching gl......Read the rest...

... Invisible opportunity stairs Flight fate fashioned Masked mental wares. Past existential roots Accrue manipulative motif Extant present imputes. Futuristic intents......Read the rest...

...you remember that one time when ava fell off the swings and cut her knee? how everyone laughed at her for her childish hubris in thinking she could jump and land, unscathed, from that high a distan......Read the rest...

...Sit-upons that we wove together. The troop activity. How many spots will remember me? The wicker basket and picnic blanket woven into the amphitheatre. We, my hubby and I, cozied up, listened......Read the rest...

... It’s getting late and I can’t wait to sleep. Insomnia always has hold of me at bedtime. Tonight I feel hopeful of a visit from the sandman! My adult son and his buddies are drinking and playing......Read the rest...

...Sunrise was just a red line in the inky void, as Lisa and I reached the harbor decking stairs, but at once, the brazen slash began widening, like a silent, slow motion explosion, thin, smoky wisp......Read the rest...