Creaking Poems - Poems about Creaking

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

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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....Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...

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...Read the rest...