Hallway Poems - Poems about Hallway

Morning comes alive and the sound of fire crackers erupted in the skies; the traffic began to flow smoothly and I could hear a distance sound resonating in the background and as I get closer to my destination, I felt a strange sensation around me and something preying upon my dignity and the sound gets...

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Hallway Things the upstairs hallway desperately needs to make her feel like a hallway include: jugs of water with a hint of lemon and sarsaparilla (yuk!), heads of asparagus, afros, viruses (non- life-threatening only), accounting ledgers, human toenails, frog farts, TV static, nautical caps, half rainbows, a cat – any breed will do – meows, stamps (blank), bucket...

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With gentle words and steady hands her work is filled with love She meets the tasks her role commands then soars so far above With rows of little desks and seats and number charts displayed Each morning, with a smile, she greets her class of second-grade Her walls adorned with works of art to boost her student's pride She navigates each youthful heart with kindness in...

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School certificates work awards poetry praise life accomplishments...

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They are everywhere, constantly moving, Amongst the mass of humanity. Opening new doors in their travels, While they redefine reality. With a stride...

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Time is a mirrored hallway. As you walk down it, the past echoes at your heels, The present flashes briefly as you pass, And each step brings you closer to a future you can never see. Life is what happens between the past and the future. Every second we live is both the birth and the death Of that particular moment...

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A slight chill of cold darkness, air hit me as I roamed outside, I saw the red moon move a fence, alike a farmer with a glowing nose, I kept speaking and was sleepy the hopeless empyrean was everywhere, facing similar to town youth, accompanying their silvery faces. Dense snowflakes cover the soil living hibernates, beginning to wait breeze ice webs over the auld oaks light...

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i once knew a girl whose mom got sick. she'd sleep the days away, laying in the dark. perpetually tired, "maybe next time" was the distant sigh. her mom would forget things easily and could often be found with red tear stains on her pale face. they lived in a midnight home. the girl didn't understand the sudden change in mood, but...

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I hear loud clamoring and yelling. It sounds like a rumble in the school hallway. I know it is the older students. The young ones do not dare. YOU’RE FIRED! Someone yells. You’re going to jail! says another voice. Lots of snickering and laughing. Maniacal giggling. It is not this funny. Joy in the hallway because it is Friday. Kindergarteners are on the other...

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I fly across a lively splendid hallway over to the cross side. Stirringly, my body is as yet stored on the acrid, cold ground. My weights are lowered, relieving a large burden off my gear. Alike a shouting newborn,  entirely bare and defenseless. Written: August 15, 2021...

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Heel, breaking the plane; Subtle distance unexpected - Body charged numb With fear of death, Or perhaps the fear Of not quite dying. Clutching at items, Clutching at nothing. As your fists curl in A whoop of breath Escapes, Sprawling, Fallen, Or saved From a lower stair’s perspective....

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I see a ghost standing At the end of the hallway. Or is it a person, I ask myself. A child or friend In fuzzy outline, An empty figure. Can anyone else see it? The ghostboy stares Through empty eyes, Blackened pits void of sight. Behind him lies an orange tabby Swatting at a ball of yarn And making colored banners. A festival of streaming ribbons. The past is...

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we both are in the same time zone but it's like being in a large room where you are by the furthest window and i'm all the way on the other side near the door...

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The 42 Inch Hallway We’re stepping along the musty hallway now. I am taking us on a fast-moving memory ride; A mind-bending groovy slide to 1965, When Dylan music was seeping loudly like a germ, Down the green-carpeted hallway of my youth, from Within the record-filled yellow room of my older brother, Keeper of a hundred LP records with covers picturing gods. “Turn...

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The Long Dark Hallway The long dark hallway The glow coming from the end It’s the place I lay my head The space that I can’t win The feelings - troubled Long and fearful were the nights The emotions seemed so loud I frantically played - to make my world alright Cowboys and Indians Drawing pictures by night light I remember the hunger No appetite - despite...

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