Up A Wall Poems - Poems about Up A Wall

...Moonbeams dance upon my wall Echoes of laughter, whispers of it all Fading shadows, eerie silence deep My heart beats lonely, in a loveless sleep Sparkling eyes, now lost in the night Darkness......Read the rest...

...AFTER THE PARTY After the party I awoke on a desert island At least I thought so, with the blinding sun And a view of all those swaying palm trees Well, perhaps it was me who was swaying My he......Read the rest...

... Moonbeams cast shadows through my window With a ghostly dance upon the wall I am haunted by Luna's pale glow As shadows grow tall Dreams will haunt till dawn lifts the ghostly pall 5-2......Read the rest...

... The Mother Sun no longer embraced me No more adrenaline rush that motivates me to get up Breakfast seems bland, faded colors of rotten apple Unfurled window curtains is the angle that I see U......Read the rest...

... I’m a poet who was made not born Molded by God through people, my inspiration I became a poet so I can stand on my own With God’s love and strength Through my creative expression. Poetry is......Read the rest...

...Somehow, all this grit makes me breathe out a wall of glass A prison forming, where I've too much to say but am unable to be heard Too tightly encased to generate the power needed to break out Arm......Read the rest...

...If the trees could bleed and the flowers cry out in pain, Death would neither rest in peace Nor life run helter-skelter. If the eye of the needle could see, The fabric of mankind wouldn’t be ......Read the rest...

...Last night I was human. I was my "normal" self. Somehow, I've shrunk by five-foot-one! Now I'm a mouse upon a shelf. My heart sinks as I look down Upon the cat that was my friend. No purrs. M......Read the rest...

...B aring tootsies in wall to wall teal; daring to be L evitated with auspicious fairy dust, brought U nderneath cerulean canopy of Arcadia E nveloped by a buxom-y blueberry field......Read the rest...

... When he came back from the war So much different than before. He would sit and stare at the wall. Thinking there was nothing more. Do you know what I mean. Because nobody knew what he had se......Read the rest...

...No wall detains those tears and pains From a woken heart rejected So all remains are salty stains From a broken heart detected......Read the rest...

... I never intended to be a poet I just liked to write, ever since a child I was scribbling on paper; at that age nothing really made much sense, but, I like them and taped my......Read the rest...

...The gun seems gun-shy in this space where deer hides hang on rustic walls and granddad-tick-tocks beat, instead of hearts in hollowed skins. The gun a “trophy-bagger” in its rack, a loud-mo......Read the rest...

...Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before —Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven Just a Minute Too Late Those inky shadows, follow me, cleverly devised in the corner......Read the rest...

...I'm currently 13 and the only thing that makes sense is sadness So, to cope I like to hear melodies caress my ears because I'm too damaged to hug myself Then I'll let my pen tell stories of love an......Read the rest...