Poems on the topic: closet

Poems on the topic “closet” on Poets.by.

AnxiousDave Bonta

Freak show

I work and sweat to get away itching all foot and fin I am who I fear seeing in my closet at night
SadDave Bonta

After the flood

mold in my closet and all my clothes lost her fine linen green as water that run-away bride
SadDave Bonta

Recluse

out of my mind I sat in my closet no world called to me but a clock
SadDave Bonta

Monster in the closet (2)

My mind was another ear with no one to read to it, an ache taken for a walk. It was dark in my closet.
AnxiousDave Bonta

Collection

The little box of war in the office, my paper voyage… nothing filled my closet as high as night.
ContemplativeDave Bonta

Twickenham

I went to Twickenham to sit I went to Twickenham to think alone in a closet I played on my flageolet till the bell-man came by with his bell and left my wife and the maid a-washing still.
AnxiousDalilahshigaraki

11 PM Anxieties

I don't like being around my dad Cause he made me walk the dog with him And forced me to explain. So I told him everything about Parker And how he might never talk to me again. I really hope he does, Because I finally made him a name. If Park never gets to hear it I'll scream it in the rain. Right now I'm hiding in my closet Fighting an internal war. It's me against anxiety- My defenses suck so far.
ContemplativeC. J. Robinson

The Closet Monster

Because of this, I've long since been a Fan of small spaces Many times, I've made my bed in the Nooks and crannies of those people Who were more attractive than me Or stronger than me, Those who could stand up to bullies Instead of tucking their head down and Trying to be small But being small is what gets So many of us into this mess I hated being weak, because weak made me Be small and small made me be weak And so I found a place Where I could be small and weak And it was still okay
CheerfulDave Morice

Nearing the Ceiling

the lightbulb out. That's tough! Tomorrow I'll buy a 100 Watt job and screw it in. So what's darkness among four walls. The whole earth in the closet next to the icebox.

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