Creaking Poems - Poems about Creaking

Was that a creaking limb? I look up at a large oak soldier Noticing an enormous squirrel nest for the first time It is two feet wide, about fifty feet up on a large branch A raven pushes off another branch I hear the creaking limb sound a second time Realizing it is his wings flapping against the air...

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wind whistles through roof even the floorboards speak pots and pans join in...

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The moon hardly pierces the winter clouds. Afar, a solitary wolf howls. The girl sits on the Glum-Glade swing. The pain of her claws growing and the frost made her wince. Still one rocking and she will become the raven ready to fly and spread the seeds of malediction. Cursed are those who have discovered her secret. It is dangerous to spy on a sorceress in the woods. Afar, a solitary wolf dies. And...

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My house has got arthritis, it is seventy years old, and symptoms become noticeable when the weather's turning cold. The kitchen door starts moaning as I go in and out, the roof timbers are groaning when the central heating cuts out. Window frames sigh just like I when getting out of bed, the hinges creak as if to speak of staying closed instead. The skeleton of my bed...

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My body is a liquid that keeps your glass half full I'm merely there to fill the gap between episodes of a screenplayed life the need for symmetry is overdrawing a story were us could be presumptive like you said those expectations were my mirroring so your repulsion stepped out to the scene now we're sitting each in his corner shrunken as the vertical thoughts aim the...

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small and selfish. When someone I know dies they own the awe. I sit and wait not knowing what to do. my self shrinks, smaller and alone with tiny arguments, in a miniature model of my real life....

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Creaking beams Who waits in the shadow of these creaking beams? Waits between the pillars and rafters’ Waits unbeknownst and overblown Without the sense to come in from the cold Isolated in darkness, eyes can not see Nor recall the moments conceived, But who will heed those creaking beams? While waiting to come in from the cold ...

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The sky was dark, The thunder rolled. I was alone, and in my bed, When the floor started creaking. It started slow and soft, Barely able to be heard. Then it became louder and closer, and so I wondered “Why is the floor creaking?” “What, or who, could it be?” And “Oh, what should I do?” These thoughts and more ran through my...

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furnature being a thing i'm lacking i keep my eyes open for what ever i might need and one day my eyes did find a chair with four legs a very nice find i loaded it on the back of the car truth be told it was'nt very far i got the chair home and took it into the kitchen the table was...

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