Bedrooms Poems - Poems about Bedrooms

...(A mystic whispers) Through this scrying mirror Be it by Eyes, Touch, Paper, or Phone Let my power Melt your heart of stone Through Wind, fire, wave, and sea I see you Are you re......

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...There was a man I once knew. His name was Norman. You know how there’s a first for everything? Well, he was my first. Despite my visits to the nursing homes with my grandma, I really didn’t kn......

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...For no apparent reason everyone was able to read each other's minds Soon after the streets were nearly empty The people hid themselves inside their homes within their homes they stowed away in be......

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...HOUSE OF PAIN The structure itself is a shrine to the past with a pain so built in, it forever will last. The walls that once rang with love, laughter and cheer, now echo with silence drab and drea......

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...Although retired and glad to be "job free" I've still places to go, things to do, people to see... When I get back home the first 'Order of Biz' Is seek out where Sweetie Lady is I start my s......

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...The Royal Stonestreet 42 In the house in Stavanger, Norway, where I grew up four families were living in poverty after the war in 1945, well, poverty was relative as we were able to survive withou......

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...Date: October 2051 Back at the main house Polly became reacquainted with everybody. Mama Lucinda entered from the path door. Recall their Cool relationship Polly played her hand carefully. "......

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...Bedtime The beginning of the night was hot I went to bed naked (daredevil.) On the other side of the bedroom, I saw a naked man had a big stomach, large balls and a small . Since he wasn’t me,......

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... I have a problem with my eyes Being bigger than my brain. I mean I have a weakness Of owning more books than water makes rain. I purchase them by the dozen Whenever they’re on sale, At ......

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...nothing belongs to me my face has been held by calloused hands turned however they saw fit. lips covered in theirs how it belong to me ? how could i love it hands clasped tightly around my ......

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...Masses of creamy clouds give me pause, in sweetest summer, as they drift away like honey dreams, in lazy days of slumber. Radiant, world class travelers, changing colors like s......

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...The Vampire who changed his name to Dorian Gray (A lone voice whispers) I've seen crazy things Mortal man should never see Done and experienced acts of such depravity in candle lit I......

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...Longing for the mountains Captured by the sea Pining for the lover That's waiting for me There's sunshine on the rise Beyond the last storm Whisky's in the bottle Bedrooms have been warmed ......

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...Through birth, adolescents, and then through youth The shapes and colors all remain so new The shine adheres without dissipating No rust, nor mar, perfection not fading A house but built the da......

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...Depression is a Nomad wanderer, searching for a hope to break In that place of heartless, smoke-filled rot where even laughter proves to fake. The Darkness is a bold intruder, a critique of one's......

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